The past couple of weeks have seen a burst of think-pieces on the nature of comedy in the post-Trump cultural landscape, sparked by the firing of Shane Gillis from Saturday Night Live only four days after his hiring was announced (a move prompted by public backlash against certain remarks Gillis has made in the past). To some, the comments made Read more [...] 
April is National Poetry Month, as some of you may have learned from a Google Doodle at some point. Yes, lately it seems as if every single day and month has a dozen different special sobriquets - National Grilled Cheese Day, National Siblings Day, National Jazz Appreciation Month, National Soyfoods Month, and wow I didn't even have to make any 
If my dog could talk I’m sure he’d have a lot to say. He’s a pretty vocal dog as is, with different sounds for different occasions or moods. His day is an amalgamation of barks, grunts, growls, huffs and puffs and ruffs, whines, chortles, howls, and baying. In the five years that I’ve known Homer, he’s made just about any and every 
This website's origins are fairly humble. Cofounder Jason Siegel, on a trip to visit D.C., came over to the Rhode Island Avenue apartment Bullets and I cohabited at the time. Our sans-agenda hang-out ultimately meandered its way to grandiose dreams about how amazing it would be for our 6-bro squad to start a blog. Impulsiveness took over 
The Siege
Right-angled
hydrangeas blind
the windowframe
to the bitter
rotten clot
of light
over wrought
iron chairs perched
like insects
beneath
constellations
of coffee stains
while the red
eyed frenzy
of the night fast
implodes
in steam and speed:
beleaguered
soldiers boiling
oil for the castle
walls.
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A few weeks ago, I went to Paris with three of my fellow prestigious H.O.L.P. alumni. All four of us have a creative bent and to a certain degree were all looking to be inspired by the city (in addition to hoping to consume prodigious quantities of wine and cheese ... mission accomplished on that front, at least). Paris is, after all, almost universally 
I have always had a bit of a fascination with abandoned buildings. There is something visceral and oddly cathartic about seeing the way our constructs crumble into the dirt. Not only is it humbling to see how quickly the structures that we take for granted as solid and permanent turn to undistinguished piles of bricks, but there is a beauty to 
This past Friday, news came out that ESPN would be shutting down the sports and pop culture website Grantland.com, effectively immediately. The site, with its "free flowing" content that "occasionally touche[d] on mature subjects," was known for its overly long columns. In hind sight, they weren't nearly long enough.
Though this announcement 
More than two years ago, I wrote a blogcat about the SyFy channel. You can read the original here. I gave that article the title the "uncanny valley," after a well-known psychological phenomenon, describing the revulsion people tend to feel when they see something that almost-but-not-quite-perfectly mimics a human being (like creepy animatronics). 
This past Thursday, Gabriel García Márquez died of pneumonia in a Mexico City hospital at the age of 87. This weekend has seen a plethora of tributes and obituaries, in newspapers, magazines, and on websites and television programs. These sources can go into the biographical details of Márquez's life better than I can. Many can give critical -
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