Friday, October 31, 2003

Test the gender of your writing with the Gender Genie. Using a mysterious algorithm, it tells you the gender of the writer of a piece of fiction or nonfiction. You get a "female score" and a "male score" based on "feminine keywords" (e.g. with, if, not and where) and "male keywords" (e.g. around, what, more and are). Whatever.

My fiction came out with a much higher male score than female. My nonfiction was also male, but the score was closer.

I tried several random passages from Hemingway's "The Snows of Kilimanjaro," all of which came out female, which I'm sure would displease Papa. Random passage from Sylvia Plath's The Bell Jar did test female, but narrowly, at 636 to 602.

Thursday, October 30, 2003

&c is on a roll, with a string of great posts from the past few days about Sharpton, Bush, Dean and Iowa.

Wednesday, October 29, 2003

The Onion AV Club interviews Will Ferrell, who is uncharacteristically straight with them and seems like a nice guy. Did you know he runs marathons?

Tuesday, October 28, 2003

Hard Stuff.
An awesome story on physics, on the anthropic principle, a topic that was previously surveyed by Jim Holt in this Slate article.

Holt's New Yorker review of David Foster Wallace's new book about infinity is worth reading despite some icy condescension:

Wallace's enthusiasm for the theory of infinity
is evident on every page (not least in his
conviction that [Georg] Cantor is "the most
important mathematician of the nineteenth
century," a view that few mathematicians or
intellectual historians would agree with).

Holt gives an interesting survey of the math, picks a few knits and pronounces that "a book that prizes difficulty but not rigor is probably not meant for those in search of mathematical illumination; what it offers, in the end, is a purely literary experience."

Which actually doesn't sound so bad to me.
Say it ain't so, Puffy.
Doctors allowed to recommend marijuana, sort of. From the NYT:

"This decision says that it's fine and
appropriate to talk with patients about
medical marijuana, and I can even say,
'I think you can benefit from it,' " said Dr.
Steve O'Brien.

However, "If, in making the
recommendation," the court wrote, "the
physician intends for the patient to use
it as the means for obtaining marijuana,
as a prescription is used as a means for
a patient to obtain a controlled substance,
then a physician would be guilty of aiding
and abetting the violation of federal law..."

To someone this distinction makes sense.

Monday, October 27, 2003

Crack TV writer Virginia Heffernan has a long profile of Saturday Night Live's Tina Fey in the New Yorker. Here's one of many interesting passages:

The cast members of "Saturday Night Live" are
recruited from standup acts and from three comedy
farm teams that tend to define the comedians they
produce. The writer-performers from Second City
(Dan Aykroyd, John Belushi, Bill Murray, Gilda Radner,
Rachel Dratch, Amy Poehler, Horatio Sanz) are known
for their aesthetic perfectionism. "They’re tangled up
in their own integrity," as Fey puts it. The performers
who come from the Groundlings, an improv troupe in
Los Angeles (Laraine Newman, Chris Farley, Will Ferrell,
Julia Sweeney, Maya Rudolph, Chris Kattan), create
vivid and eccentric characters. The writers who worked
at the Harvard Lampoon (Dennis McNicholas, Michael
Schur, Conan O’Brien) tend to emphasize the
conceptual premise of a sketch. While each of the
fifteen performers on "S.N.L." is expected to write (or
risk getting no parts), some take to it more naturally
than others. Fey characterizes certain kinds of Groundlings
jokes, and especially Harvard Lampoon humor, as
peculiarly male, founded in boyhood fantasies. "She’s
Chicago," Jimmy Fallon explains. "Dennis is Harvard. She’d
do more jokes about having sex with a hobo, and he’d do
more jokes about robots and sharks."

Sunday, October 26, 2003

Steve Johnson contributes a giddily enthusiastic review of Amazon's new "Search Inside the Book" feature in Slate, spinning out some pretty cool possibilities for the future of research and claiming that the feature "will probably turn out to be one of those transformative Web moments when a tool suddenly appears and six months later you can't imagine life without it."

I've been playing with it a little this afternoon and it is pretty cool. For example, I was trying to remember a passage in Kurt Vonnegut's Palm Sunday that talked about the intelligence of writers. I remembered he said they were average. So knowing the book it came from and using a search as simple as "Vonnegut average," there it was. Here's the passage:

I would add that novelists are not only
unusually depressed, by and large, but have,
on the average, about the same IQs as the
cosmetic consultants at Bloomingdale's
department store. Our power is patience.
We have discovered that writing allows even
a stupid person to seem halfway intelligent, if
only that person will write the same thought
over and over again, improving it just a little
bit each time. It is a lot like inflating a blimp
with a bicycle pump. Anybody can do it. All it
takes is time.

A week ago I would've had to flip through the whole book, looking for a marking or hoping the passage would just leap out at me! O brave new world!
Frank Rich on Bush:

[T]his administration doesn't realize that
trying to control the news is always a loser.
Most of the press was as slow to challenge
Joe McCarthy, the Robert McNamara
Pentagon and the Nixon administration as
it has been to challenge the wartime Bush
White House. But in America, at least, history
always catches up with those who try to
falsify it in real time. That's what L.B.J. and
Nixon both learned the hard way.

Thursday, October 23, 2003

Better still, see this week's Alive, which has a good article about that ukulele guy, a review of Bob Dylan's movie and my interview with Aesop Rock.
And see Pitchfork's review of Aesop Rock's Bazooka Tooth.
Pitchfork on Kid Koala's new CD:

In many ways, Some of My Best Friends Are DJs
is little more than a brief comedy album, filled with
strange samples of eccentric characters
pontificating on their record collections and audio
systems. You can either accept this as a sort of
endearing (or perhaps sort of affably lazy) quality
that shows he's in the game for fun, or you can
wish he would stop jerking us around and fulfill
his artistic potential.

Wednesday, October 22, 2003

Frank Gehry's weird, cool new building and accompanying write-up in Slate.

I once stumbled into Bilbao, Spain, more or less by throwing a dart at a map, and got to spend a whole day in Gehry's massively awesome and bizarre Guggenheim museum there by sheer dumb luck.
R.I.P. Elliott Smith.

I saw Elliott Smith on tour supporting Figure 8, his lushest, most ambitious album if not his best. He closed the show with a cover of "Don't Fear the Reaper," which I mention not to make any dumb comment about its theme but because, damn, that's an ambitious song to cover!, and far-removed from the bare acoustic-guitar-and-vocals songs he's known for. I believe that album & that tour may have been Elliott Smith at his healthiest.

But he had been losing the battle with addiction ever since, and now he joins the long, sad list of rock-star suicides.
Mickey Kaus, commenting on the fact that Al Sharpton removed criticism of hip-hop from a stump-speech to an audience of white college students, is typically grouchy:

Why not criticize hip-hop before a white crowd? Is
Sharpton perversely refusing to pander to whites
while speaking hard truths to blacks? Or, given hip-
hop's heavily white audience, is he actually
pandering to a white U. Va crowd that probably
could use hearing his criticism?

Of course it's obviously closer to the latter--college kids don't want to hear attacks on artists they like and identify with. Scolding them for liking hip-hop is what their parents do!

When Sharpton does attack hip-hop it is in predictable preacher-talk--rap music "spew[s] hedonism, misogyny, and self-hate," "glorif[ies] the prison culture, the pimp culture, and drug culture. ...Not only is this message immoral, but it is also flawed." What hip-hop really does is dramatize those cultures, but never mind. Sharpton's criticism of hip-hop would simply come off differently to a black audience, who might well see gangsta narratives, religious narratives and political stump-speeches as different sides of the same die.

Tuesday, October 21, 2003

From a press release by the Libertarian Party:

The entire nation owes radio broadcaster Rush
Limbaugh a debt of gratitude, Libertarians say,
because his ordeal has exposed every drug
warrior in America as a rank hypocrite.
NYT review of new Nobel laureate J.M. Coetzee's new novel, Elizabeth Costello, which I am looking forward to. Its protagonist is a character from Coetzee's brilliant, intense novella/essay "The Lives of Animals."

Monday, October 20, 2003

Interesting interview with Jonathan Lethem on the Powell's website. I'm excited about Fortress of Solitude.
This morning's This Modern World cartoon is a good one.

Sunday, October 19, 2003

The NY Observer has a profile of the voice of Triumph the Insult Comic Dog, Robert Smigel. Smigel is head writer for Late Night with Conan O'Brien, which is always hilarious, and he contributes the almost-always-unfunny TV Funhouse cartoons to Saturday Night Live. And Triumph apparently has a CD coming out.

Saturday, October 18, 2003

Rock historian Alex Abramovich asks what School of Rock says about the state of rock in Slate and reaches this surprising conclusion:

If School of Rock gives us any indication of
what rock might look like in another 50 years--
and of what it's beginning to look like today--
it's this: Wholly absorbed into the nation's
bloodstream, rock continues to be played
and appreciated by certain segments of the
population, works its way into the American
curriculum, and loses its sense of engagement
with the culture at large.

Rock goes the way of jazz: after becoming highbrow and "acceptable," it is suffocated by moderation or meanders off into the bloodless, intellectual territory of experimentalism. Speaking as someone who feels no great stake in the future of rock music, this strikes me as one possible direction but by no means the only one.

For the past few years I have been baffled by the glowing reception critics have given to so-so garage-rock revivalists; in my view it reflects critical anxiety about the increasing commercial and artistic dominance of hip-hop. In many a critic's mind--including Abramovich, in fact--hip-hop is seen as some sort of opposition. Critics who still follow the boring old messianism-of-punk script believe that the new Sex Pistols or Ramones would sound just like the old Sex Pistols or Ramones.

While there is nothing wrong with groups who restrict themselves to a specific set of influences and at least several of the neogarage groups are great, the critical script that hails anything that seems "stripped down to basic rock elements" as an exciting new development is one that's about twenty-five-years out of date. It's a backward-looking view, and there's no good reason for it when we have Grandaddy, Radiohead, the Flaming Lips, Bjork, the Postal Service, the Notwist...all kinds of artists who are experimenting with new textures and sounds while keeping hold of the emotional connection rock music can offer. The Roots and Outkast and the Neptunes are engaged in blurring the same lines from the hip-hop side of the fence, to equally exciting results.

Here is another way that the cultural institution of rock music can avoid dying the slow death of respectability: by embracing hip-hop, by respecting it, by opening its fucking borders. The separation of rock and hip-hop has always been an artificial one based on an almost wholly imaginary color-line, when the simple fact is that both genres have always been much more integrated than anyone acknowledges. Abramovich describes one of rock music's possible fates. Will the people who write the story of rock music be able to grasp the alternative?

Friday, October 17, 2003

My review of the new Soul Position CD in this week's Alive. Not, however, my preview of tonight's Go Evol Shiki! show/Night of the Living Dead screening. I am excited about the show all the same.
Michael Kinsley on Bush:

"I glance at the headlines, just to get
kind of a flavor," [Bush] told Brit Hume
of Fox News last month. But, "I rarely
read the stories" because "a lot of times
there's opinions mixed in with news."
Instead, "I get briefed by [White House
Chief of Staff] Andy Card and Condi [Rice,
the national security adviser] in the
morning."

...It's an interesting epistemological
question how our president knows what
he thinks he knows and why he thinks it
is less distorted than what the rest of us
know or think we know. Every president
lives in a cocoon of advisers who filter
reality for him, but it's stunning that this
president actually seems to prefer getting
his take on reality that way.

Tim Noah responds to Tom Wolfe.

Thursday, October 16, 2003

So the GRE test has been taken; I am happy. Also very tired.
Blogger Atrios comes up with this hilarious actual quote from a story in the Philadephia Inquirer:

Bush told his senior aides Tuesday that he
"didn't want to see any stories" quoting
unnamed administration officials in the media
anymore, and that if he did, there would be
consequences, said a senior administration
official who asked that his name not be used.
King Kaufman and Mickey Kaus think that Cubs fans are secretly happy to not be going to the World Series, since it allows us to preserve the lovable-loser mythology. They are so wrong.
Fuck.

Wednesday, October 15, 2003

Slate's Will Saletan has a funny, smart piece on Dean. And it is true: first, centrist Dems argued that he was too liberal and couldn't win; these days the other candidates are coming at him with weak, ill-considered attacks on him from the left. Right now it looks like &c. was way out in front on this one: Dean's forceful, charismatic style has energized the Democratic party's left-base, but his moderate record may well allow him to capture swing-voters better than anyone at first realized. This is put into relief by the attacks he's now enduring from ultralefty populist Dennis Kucinich, whose sole redeeming characteristic may be to remind us what an actual way-too-liberal candidate looks like. But, as Saletan points out, Dean is now being attacked from the left by Kerry and Gephardt, too, somewhat desperately.

Insert disclaimers here about how it's still early, Clark's still kinda untested, etc. Still, the more one looks at Dean's candidacy, the better it looks.
Pitchfork reviews Matmos' new album, The Civil War. Matmos makes electronic concept-albums; its last, A Chance to Cut is a Chance to Cure, was built from recordings made during nose-jobs, liposuction and other surgical procedures. This one is made of British and American folk melodies from our Civil War and theirs. Both records are great and not nearly as gimmicky as they sound; though they can indeed be a tad distanced at times, Matmos is actively working to bridge the intellectual and the emotional in its music.

And if you don't care for chopped up Civil War music, there's always the playful funk of Matmos-side-project Soft Pink Truth.

Tuesday, October 14, 2003

A real heartbreaker of a game tonight sends the Cubs-Marlins series to Game 7. Mark Prior was indeed unhittable for seven innings...but then, in a weird eighth inning, fan-interference and an error by shortstop Alex Gonzales led to a stunning, devastating EIGHT-RUN inning for the Marlins.

This was a rough night. You must understand: the Cubs have never been to the World Series in my lifetime--or in my father's lifetime, to give you some sense of perspective. Today when they were so close and then everything fell apart, I actually broke a (plastic) glass in my living room out of despair.

No matter. Tomorrow is game seven. Kerry Wood pitches. The Cubs will win.

Meanwhile, I take more GRE practice tests. Tomorrow is my day of rest before the BIG DAY, Thursday, when I finally get the damn test over with.

Monday, October 13, 2003

The CD of GRE practice tests seems to be decreasing my verbal scores. This is disconcerting.

Sunday, October 12, 2003

This week’s dumbest statement about hip-hop comes from the always-irritating Sasha Frere-Jones in his review of the new Outkast 2-discer in Slate, where he lays this one on us:

Hip-hop beats have become oddly jingoistic,
rejecting sounds and samples that refer to
anything outside hip-hop itself.

Which is absurd on its face, right? Timbaland’s Eastern-flavored beats for Missy and others have been universally loved and have turned into a fad in hip-hop; lately you can’t switch on the radio without hearing somebody flowing over a sitar sample. (Meanwhile, Timbaland has moved on to using country and bluegrass samples for Bubba Sparxxx.) Or e.g. the Neptunes, who draw from maybe the broadest musical palette of any artist currently working in any genre. This is not even to discuss the artistic accomplishments of the Roots, Common, Mos Def, RZA...for Christ’s sake, Puff Daddy (arguably the worst hip-hop producer of all time) looped Sting and Led Zeppelin songs, not exactly rap mainstays.

But for Frere-Jones and for critics in general, there is "good" hip-hop and "bad" hip-hop, and it's no big surprise that the rap music that gets the critical okay tends to be the rap that behaves most like rock music. In other words, Outkast's use of guitars makes them highbrow, while the Neptunes' or Jazzy Phe's mostly synthetic output is easily dismissed. Lazy, lazy, lazy.

(Hey, I love Outkast too, it isn't that!)
Tom Wolfe does his overheated anti-Modern thing about some piece of New York architecture that I personally could give a shit about. Wolfe can still be quite funny, you know, if a little predictable at this point.

By 1945 the architects [...] were converts, one
and all. [...] All buildings, great and small, must
be made bourgeois-proof in the name of the
Working Class . . . meaning no precious materials,
such as marble — and white marble was the
worst — only glass, steel, concrete and plaster . . .
no applied decorations, such as crown (monarchy!)
moldings . . . and no 'pretty' colors, only white,
black and gray.

(Added ellipses bracketed, the rest are Tom's own.) In some places the piece is also informative-in-spite-of-itself, which I'm sure is the point. The first of two installments.
Ain't no thang. Mark Prior is unbeatable. Come Tuesday night, the Cubs will be going to the World Series. Too bad it didn't happen tonight. But it ain't no thang.

Friday, October 10, 2003

Good ol' Paul Krugman is right as usual about the right's recent whining about "civility." (Bill O'Reilly recently did some of this whining on Fresh Air, complaining that Al Franken was "vicious," just before he shouted at Terry Gross, called the interview a "hatchet job," slurred NPR and walked out of the interview. Ah, civility...) Quoth Krugman: "There is no way to be both polite and honest about what has happened in these past three years."
MoveOn.org's new piece of online activism amuses me. Since we all know that George W. Bush is absolutely determined to get to the bottom of the case, why not aid his search by signing an affadavit swearing that you didn't leak the name of undercover CIA agent Valerie Plame? (You didn't, did you?) Help our president narrow down the list of possible suspects here.

Thursday, October 09, 2003

My interview with Kid Koala is in the new Alive. The man has some interesting things to say about turntablism:

[H]ere I am 50 years later picking
up this record again, not really for
the same reasons, but in a way
I’m documenting the fact that it
exists. I don’t know. From an
anthropological perspective, it’s
interesting to me. It’s like audio-
voyeurism.

The whole thing is here.

And less interestingly, my review of slam-poet Ursula Rucker's new CD.
Cubs 12, Marlins 3. This is more like it.

Wednesday, October 08, 2003

An extremely serious allegation against Howard Dean! Dean denies charges and let's hope he's telling the truth.
Josh Marshall on Joe Allbaugh, Bush-cabinet-member-turned-Iraq-entrepreneur:

So let’s see what we have here. The
president’s right-hand man quits his
government job just before the bombs
start falling. He sets up shop in the
offices of one of the biggest GOP
lobbyists in town. And he starts selling
his services to clients who want a piece
of the big Iraqi reconstruction contracts
pie — the pie his old bosses are in
charge of slicing up.

Does that sound right to you? Do you
think he might be trading a bit on his
closeness to Bush?

Say what you will about the
administration’s post-war planning.
Allbaugh’s seems to have been right on
the mark.
Listen: It is a BAD IDEA to keep tigers as pets. In Harlem, in Las Vegas, pretty much anywhere. This story still tugs at the heartstrings, though.

And here's yet another lesson in big-predator behavior. Do you think David Quammen is getting good publicity out of these incidents?
The Bush/Cheney '04 campaign now has a blog. It's...well, with items like "Tax Cuts Key to Economic Recovery" and "Huge Crowd of Keystone State Supporters Rally" I guess it's pretty much what you'd expect. Which is to say not exactly penetrating analysis.

Tuesday, October 07, 2003

propinquity: nearness of blood; nearness of place or time

abrogate: to abolish by authoritative action; to treat as nonexistent

obloquy: a strongly condemnatory utterance

...And my GRE study continues...and continues, and...
Caught this exchange between Conan O'Brien and "Arnold Schwarzenegger":

Conan: You said you admired Hitler?
"Schwarzenegger": Yeah, I said it. But you say crazy things when you're in an orgy! It was the 70s!

Monday, October 06, 2003

Powell's interviews Charles Baxter.
Is Howard Dean electable? A piece of electoral-college analysis today from TNR's anonymous blogger of &c. The point is that while Dean's fiery personality has energized the Democratic base, his more moderate policy views could position him well in pivotal electoral states like West Virginia, where his more-or-less anti-gun-control views would get him voters Gore didn't get. And what's more,

it doesn't seem like much of a stretch
to think Dean would hold his own in the
states Gore won. After all, the winning
margin in many of the states Gore carried
only narrowly--Oregon, Washington,
Wisconsin, Iowa, Minnesota, even Florida--
was depressed because of defections to
Nader or broader liberal dissatisfaction
with Gore. Dean's aggressive criticism of
the president should only help him here.

Right-wingers enjoy comparing Dean to George McGovern, who, in spite of being right about nearly everything, was so liberal that he lost 49 states to Nixon in 1972. Wesley Clark's still-promising candidacy is widely perceived as a centrist reaction to the Dean insurgency. It's too early to tell--and like many, I am of two minds about this--but the most apt comparison to Dean may yet turn out to be not George McGovern but Bill Clinton.
Ever wonder how the Catholic church picks Popes? The cardinals write their votes on slips of paper and deposit them in a chalice. Just like Survivor.
Hey, the Cubs win! You might not realize it but this is some truly exciting shit.

Sunday, October 05, 2003

As Greil Marcus wanes his way into irrelevance and Sasha Frere-Jones continues to devote inordinate energy to bitching about Radiohead, Kelefa Sanneh has quietly become one of the very best music critics currently working, and--not coincidentally--the best writer on hip-hop music. Here's a great article from the NYT about Outkast and Erykah Badu called "When Weird Works."

And while we're on the subject of Outkast and their awesome new double-disc, here is what the always perceptive Onion AV Club said about Speakerboxxx/The Love Below:

[I]t doesn't seem like much of a stretch
to call OutKast's Andre 3000 and Big Boi
the Lennon and McCartney of hip-hop.
Like The Beatles' icons, the two markedly
different artists complement each other
perfectly, and OutKast has similarly evolved
in quantum leaps, becoming commercially
successful without sacrificing artiness,
eccentricity, or its urge to constantly
reinvent itself. If Stankonia was the duo's
Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band,
Speakerboxxx/The Love Below is its White
Album, a wildly ambitious attempt to reconcile
its members' solo impulses with OutKast's
identity as a group.

Amen.
Cubs first-baseman Randall Simon swings at absolutely everything.

Saturday, October 04, 2003

An interesting observation on the Kay Report from The New Republic's Gregg Easterbrook:

But if most of the Iraq atomic weapons
program stopped in 1998, as Kay
concludes, then Clinton administration
policy on Iraq was far more effective
than once assumed; then the WMD case
for invasion this year was even weaker
than now assumed; and then the case
for airstrikes to halt the North Korean
nuclear-weapons program may be
stronger than now assumed.
Cubs win! Mark Prior pitches a complete game two-hitter. Next year is this year.

Friday, October 03, 2003

What Plamegate turns out to be is a chapter in the war between the neocons and the CIA. (The neocons' view being that the CIA were, like, total wussies in the run-up to the war on Iraq. Hence the leak from the neocon White House naming Joseph Wilson's wife Valerie Plame as a CIA operative.) Josh Marshall is typically brilliant here:

One of the failings of ideologues is their inability
to see that everyone else isn't necessarily an
ideologue like them. So when the analysts at
Langley didn't find evidence to support the White
House's brainstorms, the folks at the White House
assumed that the analysts were just Saddam-
hugging ideologues rather than trained
professionals --- albeit with their own very real
biases and assumptions --- who were in most
cases acting on their own inability to find any
evidence to substantiate what the White House
was so desperate to prove.

And as we know now, the neocons were simply wrong about most--nearly all, actually, but not quite--of their assumptions. Read Marshall's entire piece here.

Slate's Jack Shafer is arguably the smartest media critic working today. He is also the only writer I've seen who takes a clear-headed, smartly skeptical view of leaks and leakers. Rather than SUPER SECRET SCANDALS REVEALED--which is the way leaks are sold by newspapers & accepted by the general reader (myself included, pre-Shafer)--leaks are usually calculated to serve somebody's agenda. Any leak should lead to the question: who does this benefit? Which of course makes crystal-clear sense, once you think about it. Shafer's cogent analysis of Plamegate is here.
In Praise of Bias. Yesterday Terry Gross interviewed tax-cutaholic Grover Norquist, who gave a typically dissembling, disingenuous performance. Among many ridiculous tidbits, his most ridiculous was comparing the estate tax to the Holocaust. (Any tax that applies to the super-rich is discrimination against a minority--a "class minority," in Norquist's ridiculous-on-its-face term--and is thus morally wrong.) Gross rightly called him out on this one.

Of course Norquist is transparently pro-privilege, period; likewise the Bush tax cuts that Norquist is so proud to have been a part of. And I certainly hope that anyone who heard his whining and dissembling on Fresh Air won't take him seriously. But here's the thing: the whole reason he appeared on Fresh Air was because about a month ago Terry ran an incisive, interesting interview with NY Times columnist Paul Krugman. In terms of intellectual firepower, Grover Norquist is to Paul Krugman as a BB gun is to a bazooka. Why should Fresh Air feel obligated to provide equal time to this dude? Not only is Krugman genuine and eloquent where Norquist is grandstanding and blustery, but Krugman is interesting where Norquist is boring. If being free of "bias" means giving the stage to any asshole with a think-tank, I say we need more liberal bias in the media!
A short Salon piece on Coetzee.
I was happy to learn that J.M. Coetzee had won the Nobel Prize for Literature. He is incredible. Among the interesting things I learned in the subsequent coverage: how to pronounce his name. I'd been saying COAT-zee, but it turns out it's cut-SEE-uh.

Wednesday, October 01, 2003

Montreal is the new Seattle.