Asteroid Strikes Kaze’s World
As you may already have heard, we inhabitants of Earth are in for some serious roughage on December 21st. This time they’re not kidding: Here comes the lock-cinch, ineluctable, this-time-we-mean-it,...
View Article“In a Dark Time”
I was sitting with my friend Curtis in his backyard the other night. It was balmy for March. I had my feet up and I was smoking a nice Arturo Fuente and drinking Curtis’s fine bourbon over ice....
View ArticlePizza and Beer? How About a Miracle for Dinner?
About 50 years ago someone taught me that green plants need only sunlight, water, and air to survive and grow. This seemed to me a miracle, and so it was portrayed—that is, a miracle as compared with...
View ArticleMy Terps: The Wait Was Worth It
Indulge me today in a bit of nostaligia. Tonight it’s Kentucky vs. Kansas for the 2012 NCAA Mens Basketball Championship. Ten years ago, it was Maryland vs. Indiana—Terps vs. Hoosiers—and my Terps won...
View ArticleI’m Not a Friend, but I Play One on Facebook
The other morning I was on Facebook when the chat box opened and this message from my friend Judith appeared: “Steve my dear, I´m cleaning up my friends list, and keep just those who are visiting my...
View ArticleI Am Waiting
It was the poet Wordsworth who said that in getting and spending we lay waste our powers. These days, Lord knows, I still do plenty of spending. As far as “getting” is concerned, well, I’m still...
View ArticleNot Every Critic’s a Parasite, but . . .
(Author’s note: I was about to post an illustration today of why I loathe Pauline Kael–I find that returning to her movie reviews is like picking at a scab–when I realized I’d posted a more temperate,...
View ArticleKaze: Through with Pauline Kael
A couple of Fridays ago I tucked myself in on the couch and watched, for the fourth or fifth time, The Red Shoes. I’m no expert on ballet movies, but my guess is that The Red Shoes is the most … Read...
View ArticleThe Man Who Knew Everyone
The most interesting thing I’ve read this week was an article in the New Yorker called “Diary of an Aesthete,” by Alex Ross. It’s about Count Harry Kessler, who, in 1868 “was born in Paris, the son of...
View ArticleAt 317am, Time to Dim the Lights
Today’s post–and trust me, it was no easy call–is my last for 317am. It’s the last for any of us—whether Kaze, Ras, or Ted the Cat—till who knows when. We may be back someday, but we just don’t...
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