It’s like we’re caught in some kind of relativity warp wormhole, where the retro threshold keeps inching closer to now, and we can’t stop living in the future.
The Decemberists: Picaresque.
Great stuff if drinking-hall operettas are your thing, but if they’re not, these songs can get kind of tedious as they wallow in their quaint mannerisms.
The devolution of a programmer.
A sizable amount of my working life has been spent processing large quantities of text: generating it, reformatting it, parsing it, displaying it. Over the years, my approach to this sort of thing has evolved.
Star Wars, Episode III: Revenge of the Sith.
When the only convincing performance in a film comes from a backwards-talking, computer-animated muppet, you know you’re in trouble.
My Own Private Portland.
The Portland of My Own Private Idaho is the PDX of fifteen years ago.