Jan 27 2009
Reading Martin Amis
It occurs to me that reading Martin Amis is a bit like watching Martin Amis watch himself masturbate. With the understanding, of course, that you both know he’s doing it exceedingly well.
Archive for January, 2009
Jan 19 2009
Blork’s Top 10 Things About January 20, 2009
Apparently there may be a few traffic jams around Washington DC on Tuesday. Regardless, I’ve managed to come up with a list of good things about that day. Therefore, I present to you Blork’s Top 10 Things About January 20, 2009:
10. No more misunderestimating.
9. Finally, a hot First Lady!
8. Job opportunities at Halliburton as they [...]
Jan 12 2009
Five Years of Photoblogging
Five years ago today I launched the Monday Morning Photo Blog with the following image:
My original intention was to use the photo blog as a venue for some of my old photographs from the 1990s (and in a few cases, the 1980s) that were otherwise just sitting in boxes collecting dust. After all, what a [...]
Jan 08 2009
One Cent Credit (with poll)
A few months ago I canceled my American Express Gold Card. I’d been a “member” for about ten years, and for the first few years I didn’t mind paying the annual fee because, as I saw it, it was a small price to pay for the prestige of having an American Express Gold card! Also, [...]
Jan 07 2009
YULBlog Reboot
If you’re from Montreal and you have a blog, tonight would be a good night to come out to YULBlog. The yulblog.org Web site has been completely rethought and redesigned, and what better way to celebrate its relaunch than at the first “First Wednesday” of 2009?
(Confession: due to the weather, I won’t be there. But [...]
Jan 05 2009
Revolutionary Road Movie
If you don’t know by now that Revolutionary Road was my favorite of all the books I read last year, then you’re just not paying attention. But as I’ve said before, I have my doubts about the film version, directed by Sam Mendes (of American Beauty), which opens in Montreal any day now.
I’m doubtful because [...]
Jan 05 2009
A Memory
I’m sitting in a chair, or a bench really, made of orange webbing that runs the length of the cargo hold in a US Air Force C-130 Hercules. We’re flying over the arctic tundra when suddenly this big alarm pierces through my earplugs, a kind of honking sound that’s even louder than the bone-rattling hum [...]
