No Cameron? No Sloane? Shilling for a car company, and it’s not even Ferrari? Fail.
Save Ferris, indeed.
Monthly Archives: January 2012
revealing my sources
A bit of a journo-splosion here today: A personal account of navigating the ups and downs of a fledgling career in journalism, courtesy of Fagstein. Some advice for young journos from Basem Boshra. And a Grammar Geek Reads the Newspaper.
sleepwalk with me
Mike Birbiglia’s story in the “Fear of Sleep” episode of This American Life remains one of the most memorable stories I’ve ever heard on the show. Now, it’s a feature film. I’ve only seen one scene from Sleepwalk With Me, so I can’t vouch for the film beyond saying a) now I want to see the rest of it, and b) it is premièring at Sundance today.
The set-up: in his early twenties, Birbiglia had a series of increasingly spectacular sleepwalking episodes, stemming from the quintessential anxiety surrounding realizing you’re now an “adult” (whatever that is). True story.
Ira Glass wrote a blog post about the film, here.
come for the strip clubs, stay for the bagels
This episode of Anthony Bourdain’s The Layover makes me miss Montreal something terrible. Schwartz’s pickles, LARPers, and raw milk cheese. He clearly has good researchers.
He’s only wrong about one thing, which is why New Yorkers visit La Belle Province: “Because they want to get drunk, and they want to eat good <expletive deleted> food like this, out of a truck.” You forgot the rippers, Tony.
(Thanks to Goulet for the link. A brilliant way to spend 40 minutes on a Monday morning. Except now nothing in the fridge appeals to me, because I want a foie gras double-down from Joe Beef.)
rosemary quipp 