Category Archives: Widely Spaced Beacons of Hope

Down on the Farm

I posted over at the Milspouse blog about the CSA Danielle and I are members of. Now that it’s summer, we’ve got more veggies than we know what to do with: radishes, Swiss chard, broccoli rabe, spinach, mesclun, kale, and potted herbs that we can grow at home (we chose rosemary). Half the fun is

Hearing Things

WARNING: Sort of contains a Battlestar Galactica season 3 finale spoiler, so maybe don’t read it if you’re not caught up in the series. Me: ‘Do you hear that, or am I losing it?’ Danielle: ‘Maybe…’ Me: ‘I keep thinking I hear music.’ A few minutes later: Danielle: ‘You’re not losing it. It’s the copper

This Is Beautiful

This is one of the best shorts I’ve seen in a long time.

American Spirit

Danielle found this cool article over at the New York Times. It’s the story of a family who renovated a seriously broken down house over the course of twelve years. Isn’t there just something quintessentially American about someone who will pay $65,000 for a 1913 Tudor and then do almost all the renovation work (minus

“Haw haw your medium is dying.”

So goes the jab from Nelson on the Simpsons toward a print journalist sitting on a discussion panel. It’s pretty funny. But the trials and travails of print journalism – specifically newspapers – are quite real. This New Yorker article examines the issue in depth. Eric Alterman has written a broad review of print journalism’s

Whatever Happened to Mixtapes?

My friend Nancy, whom I love dearly, pointed out, via Facebook, that I haven’t posted anything new in a month, and that she’s bored. So. As a tribute to Nancy, a filmmaker and mixtape-maker, I offer this little tidbit from Newsweek: Philips first unveiled its cassette in 1963, but the durable plastic has long since

Wonderful and Strange

I don’t know how to describe this project. It’s more than a comic strip. It’s surreal and absurd. I love it. When I write about the trouble our culture is in, I’m generally referring to traditional forms: print media, compact discs, film. Things like this are part of something new, part of an internet culture

n+1

n+1 is a New York journal dealing in things literary, political, and intellectual (and probably in a lot more than that, too). I first heard about it in connection with Ben Kunkel, the author of a much doted upon coming of age novel, Indecision (the linked to review at Slate is slightly more measured than

The Onion on David Foster Wallace

Make sure you read the excerpt. Girlfriend Stops Reading David Foster Wallace Breakup Letter At Page 20

Shopsin’s General Store

I’ve just finished watching a film about, and then reading a New Yorker article by Calvin Trillen about Shopsin’s General Store. To get the feeling of the place, read the New Yorker piece. The restaurant has apparently moved a second time to the Essex St. Market, and all I can say is I wish I