What I’m writing now is meant as nothing more than a love letter to a filmmaker who I never sought out, but who has emerged at unexpected moments, and whose films have woven themselves into my life in ways I could never have predicted.
Anatomy of a Hit Cycle: Country Music Edition
For months now I’ve been tuning in to WGAR 99.5, Cleveland’s Hit Country Music Station, and recently I did a little experiment: I turned on the radio and decided to listen until one song, any song, was repeated.
Today in Economics: The Government Should Buy Everyone a Beer
Amid the scorching summer heat, it’s become clear that it would be totally awesome if the government could get us a little drunk.
I hope this doesn’t make me sound under-sexed.
No Swimming: An Ohio Pool and the People Who Lounge Beside It
There’s something secret about them, tucked back inside the endless looping streets filled with vinyl-sided homes, newly planted trees and signs that say “Residents Only.”
Neil Young’s Voice and American Violence
The soundtrack of my war was always Young. No other voice was so touched by the violence it was itself participating in.
Your Guide to Tonight’s Olympic Opening Ceremony
The ceremony begins, as all things do, in complete darkness. A flash, and then smoke, and then a blue police box.
Couture inspired by our favorite survivalists from young adult fiction.
Every act of censorship is a tacit admission that the artistic sublime is a double-edged sword.
Marissa Mayer’s Gender Oblivion
The problem with Mayer is that she seems to resist any opportunity to own her womanhood, to speak out about it without apologizing for it.