“How he got in my pajamas I’ll never know.” Salvador Dali loved the Marx Brothers. Dali wrote an outline for a surrealist film he hoped they might star in. In Groucho, Stefan Kanfer reports that the outline went like this: “Groucho lets go of the arm and the scissors. They go down to the street […]
Read More Of the Available MoustachesLast Sunday, I followed the sidewalk around the mansion to get my paper. Walking back, I glanced at the front door, and a funny change of color caught my eye. A metal grate goes over the front doors. After the front doors with their pathetic latches were kicked in, the grate got pulled and bent […]
Read More FinishedToday is the feast of St. George. I was, and am, a dragon. My elementary school mascot was a dragon, and I was born in the year of the dragon. I learned I was a dragon, in the latter sense, by reading a red Chinese food menu with gold drawings of animals, eating in a restaurant […]
Read More DragonsThe heart wants what it wants, I guess. I wanted a fish, and I although I remember wanting one before I saw “Finding Nemo,” it took a decade before its lessons wore off enough that I could consider having a domesticated fish to be a humane practice. Just another victory for Pixar. My residual nervousness […]
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