Like Paris Hilton, she gives off an heiress vibe -- stinky whiffs of aristocracy -- plus the flippy stoicism of the late-night window girl at Tommy’s drive-thru. She’s complicated is what I’m saying. You’ve met White Fang, right? When we last checked in, my dog had quaffed my front yard like a perfectly chilled oyster … Continue reading Those Tahoe Eyes
Just as I can sniff out an Ivy Leaguer, I can identify someone from the Upper Midwest – their manners, their corduroy trousers, their bookish souls. I can tell just from the cheery way they order a beer. Midwesterners possess the same basic decencies we spot in Golden Retrievers. It’s an idealized subset of society. … Continue reading Why I Love California
I can’t tell a goose from a moose. My tastes and interpretations rarely align with mainstream ideals. I didn’t even like “Ted Lasso” all that much – a little, not a lot. But, like most people, I adore Halloween.
They are having “a spa day.” It’s not the cucumber so much as the body language, the carefree way her arms splay out over her head. Make this madness stop.
It’s a funny chore to show a visitor around such a fickle place. You jump on the freeway and immediately run into a steel curtain of stopped traffic.
We share a wonderful autumn weekend here, full of dark hints and pregnant suggestions, as per Pinter. Damn, wish I’d brought White Fang to frolic in the chill.
Elvis never grew up, nor Marilyn, nor Michael. All our passions have a chronic dewiness to them. Still, I’m not sure I understand all the backlash over Taylor Swift and her new boyfriend, the football player Travis Kelce.
Growing up, fall was always the season when everything seemed to happen.