(The Better) Half of Dune
It does manage to pass the Bechdel Test, but the Bechdel test isn’t exactly a trial by Gom Jabbar.
Gloom and Doom
As the days have steadily gotten shorter, darker, and wetter, the creeping presence of death has seemed to constrict tighter around my periphery.
The Rise and Fall (and Rise Again) of Chaos Lillie
I don’t quite remember how we came up with the name Dusty Kevin, but it had something to do with mispronouncing Dostoyevsky while making enough pierogies to feed an army.
Jes Grew Vegetables, and Sometimes I Helped
Sometimes opacity can be an ethic.
Too Much Wes Anderson: A Review of “The French Dispatch”
The French Dispatch has such a high concentration of Wes Anderson per Wes Anderson that it should be considered legally toxic in the state of California.
Acknowledgments
I like imagining an entire life from a list of names, suggesting weeks and weeks of research team meetings and emails and happy hours.
I Don’t Feel Like Cooking Tonight
I often struggle to admit when I’d rather be anywhere but the kitchen.
Quittin’ Time
There’s a difference between dusting yourself off and staying down because your leg’s broken.
The Lasso Special
The balance at the end of the day always tilts towards good.
Album Review: I Don’t Live Here Anymore
Spending hundreds of hours in the studio, fine-tuning and unapologetically reserving final say in every creative decision, Granduciel is known as an obsessive.
