Urban Honking

Julito McCullum rocks Michel’le and James Blunt, Maestro and EJ: bases covered Someday I shall post something that is not related to The Wire. Which reminds me, Jacob Weisberg has your back.

Democracy fritters.

I’m being flip but not fully mendacious when I say they’re the only rock band I care-about care about in 2006. Let them collect accolades. Alternately, D. Letterman is a class-a weirdo.

Late last night at the Irish sports bar round the way, Mo, wise beyond her years, gestured into her scotch. “The problem with criticism is that it’s all florid adjectives. No one uses verbs anymore. No one,” she groused, “but Anthony Lane.” I left after the buggy Michiganian transplant from up the street moved in […]

From her website, The Songbird gets really real: “In his unfinished authorized memoir of the President, Mickey Herskowitz touched upon the psycho-social reasons relating to Bush’s decision to invade Iraq: a long-standing father and son competition based on feelings of jealousy and inadequacy. Herskowitz stated that Bush felt his father wasted all of his political […]

I love The Wire so much I’m almost afraid to write about it, for fear I’ll fuck it up: it’s so good — and so tragic — it feels sacred, like Tonantzin and dancing. Jon Caramanica, braver than I, and the first person I ever heard refer to the show in reverent hushed tones, has […]