30

Apr

Loving Vincent

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My first thought within the opening fifteen minutes of Dorota Kobiela’s and Hugh Welchman’s Loving Vincent was that a film this visually sumptuous deserves a better script. Or maybe that was my second thought. The film opens with a title card informing us of just how many artists it took to hand-paint the cells of […]

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21

Feb

The Eagles Make Me Cry

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By Governor Tom Wolf from Harrisburg, PA [CC BY 2.0 (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/2.0)], via Wikimedia Commons

On my way to work this morning, I passed a 7-Eleven with a 2018 Philadelphia Eagles World Champions sweatshirt in its window. When I saw this, I got a knot in my throat and my eyes swelled with tears. This hasn’t been unusual since February 4th. In fact, it’s been happening every few days. I […]

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  In last night’s dream, I was hanging out with Jeff H., a guy I used to skateboard with in my adolescence. We were on Limekiln Pike across from a house where a group of kids were playing hardcore music in a rock band. I don’t know if I was a teen myself or not, […]

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My dream last night kicked off with multiple home invasions, only the home being invaded wasn’t the one I live in now but my childhood home. In the dream, I was the age I am now but I was living there. There were three separate invasion incidents, but I can only recall the specifics of […]

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In my dream last night, I decided to visit my old apartment in West Philly on 49th Street and found my former roommate Matt B. living there, although we didn’t live in that particular apartment together. He was living there with his wife, who’d just had a baby maybe a few hours before, only the […]

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Strange sequence of dreaming: met Kim Gordon at a party in North Philadelphia, flirting with her, her inviting me back to her place to hang out, and then getting lost, trying to find my way to public transportation. The public trans in my dream was operating as a system of ski lifts, both larger enclosed […]

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I stared the morning with a bird hovering at my living room window. Sparrow? Starling? It was hard to tell because of the contrast of low light inside and overcast outside. Plus I don’t know bird breeds, so there’s that. But it just sort of hovered there. This was a little after 5:30 a.m. and […]

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“Sinner man” by Nina Simone came on in the car this morning while I was backing out of the garage. Arresting. Had to sit and listen until it was done. Want to say they don’t make them like that anymore, only they do. There are plenty of soulful artists out there still making great stuff. […]

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24

Mar

The Hedge Game

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By the time I reached the end of Toxony and turned down Bickley Road, the driver and the incident were already fading from my mind, even if the tense rigidity in my manner—from the way I held the steering wheel to the way my shoulders were set—remained. I reached down and shifted into first and […]

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22

Dec

The Waiting Room

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You’re dying and you know it. You don’t need tests to confirm it, but you’ve made this appointment, and now you’re sitting in the waiting room, flipping through a book you can’t keep your focus on. I should have brought something simpler, you think. But then, you’ve never had much interest in magazines. The table […]

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