This American Life #355: The Giant Pool of Money This American Life is the only experience I have in my life, where I pay for something that makes me cry and breaks my heart on a regular basis. This episode deals with what was at first called the “sub-prime mortgage crisis” and then called the… Continue reading Giant Pool of Money
I spent a day driving the Colonial Parkway today.
I had a car, hours in front of me, and a deep-seated desire to experience the Fall colors and crisp air, and the other-worldliness of the Parkway, all 23 miles of its winding curves with no stop lights or stop signs.
(caveat: This is a shameless plug for radio, and for TAL) Before I embarked on my trip, I dumped 130 This American Life radio episodes onto my iPod, cleared of anything else, to make space for the audible gems. I miss music sometimes, but I’ve never been one to listen to music all the time,… Continue reading This traveling life
One of my favorite This American Life episodes, about the fifth act of Hamlet, performed by murderers who give extreme insight into the play, Shakespeare, the characters, and life. It’s always touching, always heart-breaking, and always magnificient. Listen to it here, by clicking on the speaker icon next to “full episode.”
Chill night tonight. Listened to one of my favorite “This American Life” episodes: #178 on Superpowers And re-discovered this great website: Gone and Forgotten about all the crappy heroes that never made it, like Zan and Jayna the wonder twins: Yes, this is what she is saying: “The last time I saw anything like this… Continue reading Gone and Forgotten
I love Los Angeles because it’s huge, it’s constantly renewing itself, and there is a regular stream of new-comers. It’s like an etch-a-sketch, the metaphor apt, because you never know when the ground is going to shake from under you. This has been a year of new beginnings for me. Leaving Europe, coming to this… Continue reading New beginnings
Do yourself a favor, and listen to this story, about a rookie cop’s first day on the job. It involves a squirrel, fire, an old couch, and silk pillows. I dedicate this to my brother, the only person I know who got into a hand-to-hand combat with a squirrel that had eaten his French quiche.