Magazine
I fancy this blog as something akin to my own, personal magazine, where I riff, rehearse and write about whatever has overtaken my mind at any given moment.
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Netflix Codes
Transform Your Living Room into an Art House Cinema I’m the kind of media consumer who churns between streaming services like I was making butter. I keep a calendar with cancellation reminders; I scour the Just Watch app for the best deal on my desired film; and lately, I’ve loaded more library cards into free…
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Holy Mole! The S. Pratsch Grüner Veltliner
Grüner Veltliner — sure, it sounds like some kind of Viennese rail system — but the Austrian white wine varietal has been popular stateside for well over a decade. Check your fridge, you may already have one laying on its side, playing possum as a sauvignon blanc — a forgotten party gift handed off during the hurly-burly of…
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Vexillological Survey Says this City’s Flag Sucks
You’d be forgiven if you thought “vexillological” had anything to do with the vexy-ness of, say, Harley Quinn. As illogical and vexing as the DC comics anti-heroine may be (quite), the term actually refers to the study of flags. Ergo, vexillologists are those who study flags. Bonus round: a vexillonaire is someone who is “a…
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Crisis Is Our Brand
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Crazy Artist Types
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The End Is Meh
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Beers for Fears
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Nietzsche Is Peachy
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Writing in Cafes: From Christine’s Cafe to Cafe Nuvo
Remember writing in cafes? My own obsession began with Christine’s Cafe in Petaluma in the mid-’80s but quickly metastasized into San Anselmo’s Cafe Nuvo and finally into San Francisco’s North Beach. This is where my cohorts and I vainly searched for traces of the Beats, who, by the early ’90s, were so heavily productized and marketed…