A "livable city" means vastly different things for many people. In Hong Kong it might mean that your family is in a comfortable apartment while you play in the exciting mercantile world in a glass tower overlooking the harbor. In Dallas livability might mean that you live near an expressway that isn't jammed up, at least not all the time, and your car runs most days. For some it might mean super fast Wi-Fi, the possibility of lucky and lucrative business opportunities and plenty of strip clubs. If that's what rocks your boat then try Houston, though to me that city, oil money made physically manifest, is my worst nightmare.
from http://online.wsj.com/article/SB10001424052970203440104574403293064136098.html
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
Monday, September 14, 2009
I love you, man.
This movie was okay. But it could have been awesome. How so? A simple plot twist at the end. As Jason Segel pulls up on his scooter to attend Paul Rudd's wedding, he should have objected. And then he should have looked tenderly at Paul and said, "Seriously. I love you, man." Then they should have embraced and gotten married instead. Forget that Rashida Jones! Now THAT would have been amazing. But the studio and homophobic American masses would have never gone for that. Hence, my continued admiration for Mike White, whose film Chuck and Buck is incredible.
Nevertheless, Jason Segel, I think you're pretty cute and I think we would have a wonderful time walking your puggle and being goofy together. Paul Rudd, your sense of humor gets a little too smug with each passing film. You're not that cute, and you're not that funny. Plus, I met you at SXSW and you were kind of a dick.
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