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I had a great dinner at Francie tonight, conscious that I will be seeing Hinds about 20 yards away in a couple of weeks. Maybe I should invite Ana and Carlotta to Peter Luger’s after the show. I don’t think before the show would be good, given all their jumping around.

My daughter fantasizes about taking over my whole library. That would be nuts. It’s just too big. Take the valuable stuff.

I don’t associate Leff with big laughs. I should scroll back and see if he’s done any more of those.

I have to admit, this is funny.

That made me look him up. He is still churning it out.

I will say that the Soumaintrain goes on forever; not only large but so rich.

I was going to photograph my At the Wallace cheeseburger (make it a double) transferred to my low carb bun but I ate it and forgot. Next time.

Ah, I missed that news.

Do you mean Pitchfork has changed? It clearly still exists and publishes reviews.

I'm sure you're right, I just missed it. @Sneakeater Maybe reviews in news outlets? As someone who reads the NYRB, the LRB and the TLS I don't feel short of reviews.

I have to let everyone know, Miller's Girl must be one of the worst movies I have ever seen. It's worth watching to bask in the awfulness (if you have $6.99 to throw away). Martin Freeman and Jenna Ortega are good actors, but what can they do with this script? Watching it, I kept saying "Nobody talks like that." Certainly not teenage schoolgirls, even the weirdest ones. Ortega has made a specialty of very creepy young girls, but she is pushed into self parody here. Freeman's teacher buddy is so annoying you want to punch him. And his wife, well she appears to be a chronic alcoholic author but such a successful one that they can live in a vast and gorgeous mansion (Freeman plays a teacher, so he's not paying for it). I suspect few Ortega fans will know or care who Henry Miller is, but the cream on the cake is the idea of assigning Henry Miller as an author who can teach you things about the structure of short stories. It's not quite as funny as Clint Eastwood's character reading Yeats in the original Gaelic in Million Dollar Baby...but it's pretty funny. Of course, introducing Henry Miller is an excuse to have Freeman and Ortega get awkwardly smutty. Clearly this movie is going to live in my memory much longer than better ones. ETA: I forgot. Also funny is Freeman's reaction to reading a sexy story written by Ortega. Not meant to be funny.

That's fair; I was thinking more of the Times giving up on weekly reviews. They've kept to a weekly schedule for many years.

Really reminds me of “Waiting for Me.”

The question is, has the Times given up too? ETA I meant to say in a more appropriate thread that Rosner has reviewed Le B. this week, but I haven’t read it yet. Right now, she is the weekly restaurant reviewer for the city.

Not often seen in these parts.

Sad. Last thing I recall was his work on “Curb Your Enthusiasm.”

So beautiful.

Interesting to see them very much as a duo. The old videos always featured all four band members.

Here it is (showed up from YouTube in my email, apparently because I clicked to get updates from Hinds).

Indeed. Coffee and, apparently, cigarettes. Pretty song with a fuzzbox guitar solo from Carlotta.

First single from the new album is dropping at noon today EST. Looks like it's going to be on BC Radio 6 (happily I have the BBC sounds app). If it appears somewhere more accessible I'll post the link.

Only next weekend left to see this (and if you care, be aware that it’s at the 151st street annex not the main building, I found out the hard way). Ten years of high school kids photographing their community with tangible love. https://www.bronxdoc.org/visit-us

I went Sunday. A major show. Telling how many of the artists I had not known. William H. Johnson (I did know) makes a huge impact in this context. I had noticed how many pictures were on loan from Howard University. When I was in a room dedicated to Aaron Douglas’s fine myth-scale paintings I knew I had seen them before. But where? Looking close I saw that a bunch of them were owned by Fisk University in Nashville and of course I saw that work in Cravath Hall with my daughter some years ago. I don’t want to be a spoiler so at the end of the show you walk into a room featuring one work by an artist who really can’t be pulled into a Harlem Renaissance categorization (chronologically) but it is not a disappointment.

That tortilla has indeed been everywhere. Thanks for the warning.

That would have been me not getting a ticket for Hinds before they sold out. By leagues.