E11, or, À la Recherche du Tims Perdu: An Introduction

I like baseball.  One might even say that I love baseball, although it is a love, much like that of the love I bear for my imaginary spouse of twelve years Uma Thurman, that is almost entirely one-sided.  The point is, even when my beloved White Sox are not playing, …

Between Impression and Expression: Rod Serling

How can you put out a meaningful drama when every fifteen minutes, proceedings are interrupted by twelve dancing rabbits with toilet paper?  No dramatic art form should be dictated and controlled by men whose training and instincts are cut of an entirely different cloth.  The fact remains that these gentlemen …

Maximum Concentration on Disaster

The bosses of our mass media — press, radio, film and television — have their aim of taking our minds off disaster.  Thus, the distraction they offer demands the antidote of maximum concentration on disaster. (Ernst Fischer) Just a quick one tonight, inspired by Sony Pictures’ firing of Dan Harmon. …

The Derelict Appendages of Criticism

Nineteen Eighty-Four is not often thought of as a useful text for illumination of the art of criticism, but like all great writers, Orwell contained multitudes of meaning in his writing, leaving great lessons barely concealed for application to whatever subject needed them.  At the book’s very beginning, Winston Smith opens …

Your Hisses Are Wasted On Me

Dear geeks, Congratulations!  It is my understanding that you have taken over mainstream culture recently, and while this has caused consternation in certain quarters, I am the magnanimous sort, and besides, whenever someone says the words “culture war”, my eyes glaze over like a Honey Baked Ham. It has, however, …

The Most Beautiful Fraud: Cat on a Hot Tin Roof

I have never been particularly fond of Tennessee Williams.  Part of this may be because I’m not his intended audience, but with very few exceptions (I enjoy A Streetcar Named Desire), I find his stuff a little, well, airy for my taste.  Reading his plays and novels, and comparing them …

Hello The Internet I Love You: The Poetry of Charlie Sheen

Contrary to all the negative press he’s gotten the last week or so, Charlie Sheen makes perfect sense.  All he needs is the right editor. MAGGOT HANDLE This contaminated little maggot Can’t handle my power And can’t handle the truth.   FIRED KITTEN Pussy He’s not allowed to quit So …