…And so begins the Ragbag’s epochal Word Idol Week. All week long, Raynor has charged several of his semi-professional acquaintances with taking up the cause of an obsolete F-word and re-introducing it back into the wild.
I am one such acquaintance, and I have chosen ”fourings.” A four o’clock meal. Proletarian high tea. Post-work happy hour chowtime. Eating your feelings about Oprah’s imminent disappearance from daytime TV. Yum.
Stick around, consider carefully what I have written, enjoy the other entries, and then vote for fourings at week’s end. Or, better yet, consider adding fourings to your meal schedule. I will be posting fourings-related content much of this week in an attempt to begin moving my readership in that direction. You eat at 4pm anyway; might as well make a ritual out of it.
Via the ragbag
For Filmosophy’s Wes Anderson Week, here’s a piece I wrote previewing the maestro’s later years. Includes many of your late-period Anderson favorites, from The Dreyfus Affair all the way through Well-Respected Men.
Who else writes a mean Wes Anderson speculative future piece? Tess Lynch, that’s who.
Via filmosophy.
My old pal Katie, a diehard Reds fan, writing over at Mercy Missiles on the subject of postseason baseball misery in flyover country.
If you’re not following Mercy Missiles, you’re missing out on the best of pro baseball, Louisville politics, old television shows, mixed drinks and other very important subjects also dear to our hearts over here at S. 12th.
Via mercy missiles
For Halloween Week at Filmosophy, a wildly unreasonable short essay on one of my favorite movies of all time.
There are a lot of trashy made-for-cable horror flicks out there, but there is only one where a socially awkward Persian genie kills Tiny Lister in a mystical prison dance-off and then possesses his body in order to bust his secret Russian boyfriend out of Los Angeles County Jail. That flick, ladies and gentlemen, is Wishmaster 2.
Via filmosophy.
A lovely essay, prompted by artist/writer Estep’s visit to Davis Gulch in Utah, from the new arts and criticism website Quodlibetica. It’s just been launched by some talented former colleagues of mine from The Rake, Christina Schmid and Collier White.
