Recent conversation between two officemates:
Thing 1: “It kind of pisses me off that the gays co-opted the rainbow.”
Thing 2: “We’re on a roll, Thing 1 — yesterday we were talking about dog penises, today we’re talking about gay rainbows.”
Thing 1: “I don’t have a problem with rainbows. I just wish that the gays hadn’t changed […]

When I first saw the local band Helicopter Helicopter, their name didn’t bother me. In fact, it had kind of a nice ring to it. (None of the albums following By Starlight have sounded as good to me, though.)
Fast-forward a few years, when D began ballyhooing Transistor Transistor. I felt a twinge of annoyance — […]

If the following search phrases are any indication, some of the routes to people finding this site have taken a turn for the weird. They include:
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It’s not like I’m forever commenting on amputee strippers or typing phrases like “naked Trent […]

The Good
D and I saw Hal Hartley’s delightful new film, “The Girl from Monday,” at the Brattle Friday evening, after a yummy dinner of yuppie salad and pizza at Cambridge, 1. It wasn’t nearly the “pretentious art film” he warned us about, despite the tilty camera angles and weird zoomyness and distorted colors and dragged-out, […]

Tonight, once again, I’m being a rotten girlfriend. D is playing a show at Sky Bar in 20 minutes, but I won’t be there; I’ll be doing somet fairly pointless stuff here at home, listening to Yo La Tengo, enjoying how absorbed I can get in writing, reading, retreating. This pains me — Georgia wouldn’t […]