San Diego

Ex. 1 of cultural discourses of addiction
On the effects of cultural discourses of addiction

If you’re not one of my Facebook friends, you may not know what’s going on in my non-film-critic professional life. I’m an anthropologist, remember?If you’re not one of my Facebook friends, you may not know what’s going on in my non-film-critic professional life. I’m an anthropologist, remember?

I went to a show, and it rocked.

[youtube:http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cgRsYkKb1eI] <—- I love the National. I rarely go to see live music. I have some pretty good reasons: Seeing big-name artists in huge venues costs too much, and except for the cheap thrill of mob-mentality singalongs, those shows are only slightly more intimate than watching the same show on…

Me, Not Meth
Me, meth

I’ve been meaning to update the five or six people who still read my blog on how my studies are going, since, well, the whole reason I’m here in Blandiego is the studying. But, actually, no, I haven’t been studying. And no, I haven’t been doing meth. I’ve been doing…

Disturbia

Last night, after we saw “Disturbia,” we found a freakishly large, freakishly lime green grasshopper katydid on the roof of our car. Here’s a close-up of the little, er, big guy. I didn’t realize that they came in that size. He was a cool critter, but I was a little,…

The view from my desk is so very different

The view from my desk is so very different from what it was when I lived in New York — well, besides the fact that I’m not looking at New York. I look at eucalyptus trees and grass and men on lawnmowers and toddlers in red wheelbarrows pulled by their…

I’m looking forward to not having the dreams anymore

I’ve lived in sunny (most of the time) San Diego since September 1, 2005, and I’m still having nightmares about planes flying into buildings, people running from billowing smoke, and the paralyzing dread that accompanies waiting for the next thing to happen. In this dream, I was living in Washington,…