Marvelously Sweet

This is a lovely piece about E.B. White from the New Yorker. It's funny and brave and touching and sweet and it made me cry. Read it. I particularly liked the bits about his hypochondria.

My new column is up. It's about some movies that give me approach/avoidance conflict.

I was thinking that I don't actually review anything. I'm more like a tour guide and that's cool. I can live with that. And now if you look out the window to your left we have Constantine...