Ten Things, 2023-18
Here are ten things.
- The Writers Guild of America is on strike! For the love of all that is holy, pay the writers! Solidarity to the writers, this one might be a while.
- Time to plug what some of my friends have been up to. My pal Hannah is currently slaying all comers on Jeopardy!; at time of writing, she's a five-day champion! That's just about the coolest thing, and it strengthens my resolve to one not day be the greatest French-Canadian Jeopardy! contestant of all time (i.e. win three games or $47,300; I'm coming for your ass, François Dominic Laramée!).
- My friend Alex, who DJs as Dads FM, has a Twitch channel where he spins the smoothest music around, it's a great time.
- My friend Amelia has recently put out the 50th and final edition of her newsletter Don't Threaten Me with a Good Lifetime. You suckers missed it while it was an ongoing concern, but the archives are there for your perusal.
- Laura Olin is not my friend (yet) but the return of her newsletter is a cause for celebration. A plug is only fair since I basically swiped the whole “ending your list of ten things with a poem” bit from her.
- For Defector, the great Casey Johnston on her quixotic quest to retrieve her lost AirPods.
- Bobby Broccoli dropped part two of his documentary on disgraced researcher Dr. Hwang Woo-suk.
- This week in Watchlist Roulette: Get Shorty (I love Elmore Leonard shit so much, and this is a fun one to watch with Jackie Brown and Out of Sight), The Double Life of Véronique (beautiful and elliptical), The Phenom (Noah Buschel is the real deal), and Tenet (loud, dorky, awesome).
- The boys over at Blank Check are starting a Buster Keaton miniseries, so I started playing along by watching Three Ages and Our Hospitality. Man, that Buster fella sure could take a bump.
- “Passing” by Elosie Klein Healy (via Pome):
These are the days that must happen to you, Mr. Whitman says.
And the nights passing in succession like images on film—
old movie star moon filling up each frame then going into hiding.
People don't live long enough to see the end
of their experiments— at 24 frames a second it’s soon over—
fireflies in the meadow, games of children flickering in the park.