Stranger Things is our American Graffiti, I guess. Wait. Lemme do some math. This is our Summer of ’42. Wait. Lemme do some math. Jeez louise.
Now that we, Hominus Americanus, are anesthetized to art in musical form and musicianship as expression, I would like present a solution.
Natalia Ginzburg’s prose captures the stark, fragmented absurdity of life after the cataclysm of Fascism: everything is right there, but how do we engage with it?
If you look into the history of the actual man you’d find that he was a devote of the Marquis de Sade and a raging alcoholic.
I don’t want to say that it wasn’t depressing at all… I mean, it’s a frozen pizza. But it was still pretty dang good.
The former English teacher at Yale University is back to wonder why college students can’t be mature iconoclasts like they were in the 1960s. And also to remind you he taught at Yale University.
If college football is anything like it is assumed by so many, the Sicilians need to take note, because Omerta ain’t got nothing on this.
Taking Darkest Dungeon 2 for a spin.
As I sat enjoying another South Carolina sunset, I began to reminisce back through the years to create a playlist of some “hot” songs.
Starfield has been delayed.