Dave Robson 
When I imagine cooking over a fire, I picture steaks, burgers, roasts—meat, pretty much. Raw fire evokes the idea of something primal and beyond agricultural civilization—cave men, cowboys, and Vikings are the type of men we imagine, perhaps ahistorically, standing around a carcass suspended over flame, skin blistering and fat … Read More
Wonderland Directed by James Cox 2003, USA, 104 minutes Stop me if you’ve heard this one: in decadent, 1980s Los Angeles, a drug-addled porn star with a thirteen inch member robs a group of heroin-addicted cocaine dealers, gets caught, bargains for his life by helping them arrange the robbery of … Read More
The Prophets of Smoked Meat author Daniel Vaughn wasn’t born in Texas; he chose Texas. There’s no one quite as fanatical as a convert, and Vaughn is exactly that: born in Ohio, Vaughn moved to Dallas for his job at an architectural firm, trading whatever the hell they eat in … Read More
Broken Flowers Directed by Jim Jarmusch 2005, USA, 106 minutes. For matches made in filmmaker heave, you can’t do much better than minimalist director Jim Jarmusch and deadpan comic Bill Murray. Granted, Murray’s roles during the second stage of his career have largely been broken middle-aged men saturated in ennui, … Read More
After spending far too much time on the internet, I’ve fallen into something of a dangerous trap: I’ve mistaken the internet for something entirely virtual, instead of something with a physical presents. This is a trap that has been corrected by Andrew Blum’s engrossing and edifying book, Tubes: A Journey … Read More
