Archive for February, 2011

Photo diary: midwinter miscellaneous

February 28, 2011

I spent the long Presidents' Day weekend happily ensconced in the Westin Harborfront Hotel in Boston -- this is as much of the city as I saw all weekend

As one does, I spent an inordinate amount of time photographing myself in the bathroom mirror, which was framed by lights that did spooky things to my pupils

Andy and I spent a fair amount of time cracking ourselves up imagining the placement of an INCONVENIENT straw hole

thanks to New York City subway signage, you too can learn to say "multitask" in Russian and Korean

some kind of decorative faux gamelan hanging in a Thai restaurant on Ninth Avenue

Quote of the day: ARTISTS

February 25, 2011


Every grain of experience is food for the greedy growing soul of the artist.

— Anthony Burgess

Quote of the day: LOSS

February 24, 2011


Everything is meant to be lost, that the soul may stand in unhampered nothingness.

— Meister Eckhart

Theater review: THE DIARY OF A MADMAN at BAM

February 24, 2011

My review of Gogol’s THE DIARY OF A MADMAN at the BAM Harvey Theater, starring Geoffrey Rush (above), has just been posted on Check it out and let me know what you think.

In this week’s New Yorker…

February 21, 2011

Well, before the new issue arrives, I want to take a moment to comment on the last issue, the double anniversary issue dated February 14 & 21. There are several exceptional pieces, including a hilarious excerpt from Tina Fey’s new book (and the source of this devastating quote: “The definition of ‘crazy’ in show business is a woman who keeps talking even after no one wants to fuck her anymore”) and a story by the ever-edgy Mary Gaitskill called “The Other Place.” But the absolute must-read is Lawrence Wright’s extremely long, extremely interesting, factually fastidious story on the Church of Scientology, triggered by the recent departure from the church of Paul Haggis (above), the Hollywood screenwriter and director who wrote two Academy Award-winning Best Pictures in a row (Crash and Million Dollar Baby). It’s the definitive expose. It doesn’t tell you anything you don’t already know or suspect, realistically or prejudicially. But it gives you all the evidence you need to believe what you already know. I’m willing to believe that people get attached to¬† Scientology out of a sincere desire to live a better life. But like many religions, this one seems to be run by people with decidedly unspiritual intentions and behaviors. The physical and financial abuses, the lying and hypocrisy and deception — it’s all scrupulously documented. The New Yorker took no chances that Scientology could question a single shred of what they report. At one point, Wright notes: “In late September, [Scientology PR director Tommy] Davis and [his wife Jessica] Feshbach, along with four attorneys representing the church, travelled to Manhattan to meet with me and six staff members of The New Yorker. In response to nearly a thousand queries, the Scientology delegation handed over forty-eight binders of supporting material, stretching nearly seven linear feet.” I’ve never read an article with so many parentheticals saying “So-and-so denies that this is true.” But you come away from the story convinced that Tommy Davis and other Scientology representatives are lying sacks of shit. It’s an awesome piece of journalism, and you can read the entire thing online here.

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