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  • what’s your name?

    The temp in my office crashed/snuck into/crashed the Vanity Fair Oscars party on Sunday.  He’s got a Kodak Gallery set up of pictures of him with Scorsese, Coppolla, Madonna, Forest Whitaker and other assorted hoi polloi.  His report from the party is crazy and while I could post those pictures with his story and how […]

  • gung hay fat choy, bitches

    Happy New Year!
    This has got to be a great year, since it is the year of the pig, the noble animal that is responsible for all that is fine and good in the culinary world.
    Truffles?
    Bacon?
    Pork fat?
    Need I go on?
    So, here’s to a very treyf but very tasty year.
    So far, it’s […]

  • wrestling with pilots

    That damn pilot that just won’t land ain’t showing me any love on Valentine’s Day. I keep meaning to post the conclusion to jury duty but I’m stuck trying to coax this damn pilot down to the ground.
    Where are those motherfucking snakes when you need them?

  • bourdain in hellay

    Taking a break from the pilot that just won’t land, I caught up on a few episodes of Anthony Bourdain’s “No Reservations” on the TiVO and was pleasantly surprised to find that Monday’s episode was in the culinary wilds of our very own Los Angeles.
    Since I’ve been a little down on Hellay of late, it […]

  • he’s doing away with dominant sevenths

    Mary Milan and I saw Range View Productions‘ Suicide in B Flat by Sam Shepard at the Hayworth Theatre last night. “Suicide” is one of Shepard’s lesser known works that I feel some ownership over not only because I really dig it but also because I directed it some years back.
    It was weird, kind of […]

  • totally crushing

    Brandon, our fearless, manly, commissioner for the fantasy football blogger league, writes about his love for Project Runway.
    I love the show too, but not for the reasons you might think. I don’t watch it because its particularly good (there are plenty of great shows that I don’t watch) or that Heidi Klum is hot […]

  • a new slow sad record

    So diving back into the the final edit of the movie has gotten me into kind of a melancholy mood. This shouldn’t be a surprise if you consider that the bitch’s working title was “A New, Slow, Sad Film.”
    Anyway, I picked up the new Twilight Singers record “Powder Burns” and boy is it righteous. […]

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