So wouldn’t it be better for my brain (and maybe the authors) if I kept my stars to myself and composed some slow, patient, handwritten thoughts in a notebook? Or just tell my friends (as opposed to my “friends”) about the book?
Confess is that inevitable “I’ve been on tour for two years” album, and the results of his touring aren’t as philosophical as Forget would have you believe they’d be.
Dr. (Doctor!) Shini Somara, the host of the show, has a habit of deliberately repeating very easy-to-understand information to the chefs. The chefs nod patiently. Pregnant silences are punctuated with chirps from local fauna.
At the other end of the motel, a very tanned, slight man, a kind of sleazier Sting, was standing shirtless in the doorway of his ground floor motel room, talking on the phone. He seemed confident, proud, as if he lived in the Motel 6.
On the West Coast, nature is a kind of multimillion-dollar museum exhibit: look at how big they (presumably God) made these trees, meaning both wide and tall, and stupefyingly so, for us museumgoers!
Del Rey conveys a kind of intimacy and warmth every time she steps outside. She does not feel as far away from us as someone like Monroe or Angelina Jolie, and it’s partly because she is a singer, not an actress. We get to hear about all the bad decisions she wants to make, not just read cursory descriptions of them in Vanity Fair profiles.
Sheila Heti’s How Should A Person Be?, a “novel from life” just released in the US (it came out in Canada in 2010), is not the kind of book that comes along often. It’s highly quotable, funny, shocking, anxiety-inducing and, finally, inspiring.
It is so quiet. The tempo is slow. The vocal melody is ridiculously simple: no big reaches, no jumping around the scale, no affectations. It’s the antithesis of “Hot Knife,” which may be the boldest of Apple’s songs, the most outgoing, the most “unlike” her.
He is so effortless, it’s hard to believe he ever messes up his lines: flirting over the phone with a coat girl from Long Island “or Rhode Island” in Season 5, gazing at Joan’s son as if he really, deeply cares about the boy, but not enough to get sentimental about it.
The essence of my love of soccer is best summed up in how it is played, of course, but also in how the game is communicated to us on the TV screen.