Criticism of HBO’s Girls jumped the shark a few weeks ago when 70s basketball player and Airplane co-star Kareem Abdul-Jabbar weighed in with his commentary. And then this critique of Girls was penned by Huff Post Assistant TV Editor Leigh Weingus, who wonders about puppies, apartment leases, apartment keys, and where money comes from. I thought it’s time I weigh in on the matter. Here’s what bothers me about the fictional show. When Hannah and Elijah hosted that party, how come none of the neighbors called the police because of the noise? There has yet to be a song featured by Depeche Mode. The band is from Britain, but c’mon, they’ve played in New York before. You’d think there’d be one song by them in…
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Several years ago I received a book for Christmas. Population: 485 by Michael Perry was a piece my gifter thought I’d be taken with. I was. The book about Perry’s life in rural Wisconsin, working as a volunteer firefighter meeting his neighbors “one siren at a time” became an instant favorite of mine, as were his follow-up memoirs, Truck: A Love Story, Coop, and his latest, Visiting Tom, about Perry’s compelling older neighbor whose hobby is shooting a homemade cannon. These books aren’t just my favorites. Perry is a New York Times bestselling author. He also writes essays for national magazines, hosts the nationally syndicated Tent Show Radio, and performs and tours with his band the Long Beds. Perry recently took time out too…
A few days ago I went to check on my friend, reclusive author Clive Javanski. He was nowhere to be found. In his apartment I found this letter addressed to me. I’m not sure what to make of it. Apparently he believes he’s found a way to go back in time to a particular place when he was in love. And lost. And he’s there now. More likely he’s drunk. But I’ll read on. L, I forgot I’m supposed to look out the door of study hall to watch Sloane walk by. She hit me in the shoulder later in the hall because I didn’t. She looked hurt. Man, I remember how overwhelming it was now, to hear the bell and wait for…
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