LA here I come.
The family you choose.
San Francisco. July 23, 2010
Terrorists look like this, too. Reading through interviews with his mother, it sounds like he’s a “WOLVERINES” dead-ender. I hope the Tea Party wackos will take a lesson and refrain from inciting violence in the future, but I’m not holding my breath.
“In other words, we’re always falling short, no matter what our resources, and we pass this discontent to our offspring. And so millions of aspiring 3-year-old princesses hum “Someday my prince will come!” to themselves, turning their backs on the sweetness of the day at hand.
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While “Mad Men’s” detractors often decry the empty sheen of it all, claiming that it has no soul, clearly that’s the point. The American dream itself is a carefully packaged, soulless affair.”
— Heather Havrilesky, one of my favorite TV writers, in her review of Mad Men’s season opener. The opening is a wonderful meditation on the day-to-day and how its beauty and importance are devalued by our culture. The whole piece is great.
I was unwheeled last night. To the jerk in San Jose now fencing a stolen Mavic CXP22 with 500 miles on it, I hope you only get, like, $20 for it. It doesn’t even have a quick release; it’s one of those stupid bolt-on hubs.
Current status: Local 123 in Berkeley. Best pour-over drip in the East Bay.
“Regular folks” houses are always so starkly lit in the New York Times. (photo: Andrew Spear)