brushes with fame
Could You Make It Out to Jack?
“[Random public figure] replied to my Tweet!” gushed an otherwise austere friend. Socioeconomic levels be damned—there’s a bit of starf*cker in us all. These days, the methods of choice seem to be: • the aforementioned realm of social media, and • if we actually encounter a celebrity in person, a photo—due to the fact that […]
This Is the Story of Johnny Rotten
To paraphrase Public Enemy, “The Sex Pistols were heroes to most, but they didn’t mean shit to me.” OK, I’m exaggerating, but it was a matter of bad timing. As recording artists, the band came and went while I was still in elementary school—a few years away from really caring about music. So while the […]
Shameless Self-Promotion
Yesterday I made my debut on the “Blog” of “Unnecessary” Quotation Marks. And today in the New York Press I continue to beat the dead horse of my youthful encounters with Ethan Hawke.
Earning My Bedford Cred
The distance is the same but it’s more aesthetically pleasing: This is the reason I’ve always given for walking to work from the Christopher St. PATH station rather than the 9th St. station. And it really is a pleasant little walk, as Bedford Street cuts diagonally through the West Village. In 15 years of this […]
Thursday in the Dark With Jorge
I like going to the movies with my family, because for a change, it’s two hours of non-awkward silence. So this Thanksgiving, my parents, uncle, and I went to see Rachel Getting Married. It’s a heavy but very nice piece of work from Jonathan Demme, with solid performances all around. Yet for the entire film, […]
Brush with Celebrity
Brushes with celebrities are a recurring theme at Salt in Wound. I haven’t had much to add to these posts. For one thing, there are few celebrities in Albany. For another, much of my knowledge about celebrities (Lee Israel? Bernie Brillstein?) actually comes from Salt in Wound So imagine my excitement when I found out […]
Lee Israel Is Real
How heartening it has been over the past week and a half to see the phoenix-like return of my friend Lee Israel. She has soundly disproved F. Scott Fitzgerald’s tired axiom “There are no second acts in American lives.” By my count, we’re up to at least Lee’s fourth act. And who knows, she may […]
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