We're all hurtling towards death. Yet here we are, for the moment, alive.
favs: Katie Mitchell joins her Mt. Rushmore of directors
“what’s remembered lives”
My wife Deanie (they/them) didn’t have much money growing up, and had only humble aspirations in life. They wanted to work as an assistant, because they liked helping people and figured it was a job they’d excel at (which I always agreed with). They wanted to build a garden. They wanted to raise kids with me. And, perhaps more than anything, they wanted to live in a van as a nomad.
We talked about it a lot.…
when Dean died, I fully expected a part of myself to die with them; and in some sense, I feel that’s true. but paradoxically enough, I also feel I carry them with me, and thus I’ve found certain pieces of art resonate with me not because *I* personally connect to it, but because Dean does.
the song Billy’s daughter plays for him, “The Show”, was one of Dean’s favorites to play on the ukulele, and fittingly enough, they remember when…
few trends have been more poisonous to the summer blockbuster than the popularity of oh so smug ~~witty~~ self-awareness. I’ve always preferred unapologetic sincerity anyway, but after being bludgeoned to death with irony several times over for several years on end, I thirst for it.
which is to say: In the Heights is like diving into a pool on a hot summer day— thrilling in spite of (or perhaps for) its mundaneness, and immediately, viscerally refreshing. the film wears its…
This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
"We've said goodbye before..."
"...so it stands to reason we'll say hello again."
So. Once again, in order for me to properly discuss the lens through which I viewed a certain work and the way it resonated with me, I have to mention the recent death of my wife and longtime bestfriend Dean (they/them).
I'm writing this early in the morning of March 6th, so the two month anniversary of their death is tomorrow.
The pain is still incredibly…
tragically, I have caught a cold. therefore, I spend my Saturday afternoon watching 2.5 hours of zombie mayhem and gore, featuring the perfect combination of characters to allow me to pretend I’m watching a COD Zombies big screen adaptation. and y’know what I had a ball of a time.
god bless Dave Bautista