Low "Man" on Prospect

What meaning can be gleaned from the strewn tatters of Arthur Miller's Death of a Salesman found all down Prospect Ave. this evening in Fanklin Hills?

WILLY, his terror rising: It's a mistake.
THE WOMAN: Then tell him to go away!
WILLY: There's nobody there.

This must be the universe speaking. Right? A sign! Portents! Nah.

BREAKING: Prescient Headlines

Since Deep Throat's been revealed, let's forshadow the headline deluge.... Shall we?...

FELT TIP!!!
Or better yet:
FELT TIPPED DEEP THROAT!!!
Or:
FELT TIPPED WOODWARD!!!
Or:
AMERICA GAGS WHEN DEEPTHROAT IS, FINALLY, FELT!!!

***UPDATE***
This story's legs have officially buckled. After a whopping 27 minutes of sheer gravity, blog-cylce adrenaline mania, we've come to our senses realizing that, uhhh, we don't care.

***UPDATE 2***
All's I'm sayin' is, well, who called it?

Prescient Table Tops

This coffee table really says it all.

The Blacks Arrive in Silver Lake

Any manifestation of gay French playwright, novelist, street thug Jean Genet deserves attention. If this LAT review for the production of his play "The Blacks" doesn't put you in a theater-going mood, well, you're a lost cause.

The Dangers of the Crushingly Beautiful

"A Tout de Suite" by Benoît Jacquot

There's not much to say about this French film except that, though it's marketed as a French New Wave throwback, I didn't quite see the parallels. Whatever intellectualism could be gleaned was brief and having to do with gendered notions of life's multiplicity. Men tending to live theirs all at once. Which one is true? Who knows.