Lost My Cookies emails: My younger brother Brendan was in a bicycle accident on Saturday and from what I’ve heard he will have both of his arms in a cast for a while.  […] he’s in London and about 5000 miles away from anyone he knows.  Anyway, my other brother said Brendan was feeling pretty down.  So I’m trying to cheer him up.  I’ve set up a gmail account for

Interesting article by PJM’s Oleg Atbashian, who locates a nexus between a strain of social conservative boilerplate and the totalitarian impulses behind anti-capitalist dogma in the course of discussing the dynamism of media depravity and capitalism. The thesis of Atbashian’s piece— “In the days when capitalism ran wild, depravity in the media stayed harnessed; today when capitalism is harnessed, depravity in the media runs wild. There’s a reason for that”—

Just so’s you know, toward the end of his life, Jacques Derrida took to wearing a cape. Which is in direct contrast to Abe Vigoda, who has never been seen without a suit—even by his many lovers. Is it any coincidence, then, that you’d have a better chance of catching Vigoda dry humping a head shot of Barbara Barrie than hearing him utter the phrase, “immediately or in the end,

Like waking up each morning to a steaming hot cup of unfunny smug—Black, no cream, and with enough artificial sweetener to choke a Diet Pepsi. I miss Rosie already.