School buses lined his block every morning, like vast tipped orange-juice cartons spilling out the human vitamin of youthful lunacy.

An excerpt from the story “The Dystopianist” in Jonathan Lethem’s very good book, Men and Cartoons. It’s worth seeking out even if you only read “The Spray”–amazing story.

Puberty was a bag of cement lashed to my ankle. At least conversationally. Everything I thought and said now had this burning undercurrent of “How’s this going to get me laid?” And wit can’t have an agenda.

Kiss Me Deadly

Kiss Me Deadly. Not recommended. But I have to say (spoiler coming), the final scene–where the lady opens the mystery box and accidentally self-immolates with nuclear material–was quite a shock, to say the least.

We live in what is, but we find a thousand ways not to face it. Great theater strengthens our faculty to face it.

I never understand why a company would put pointless music and animation between my credit card and their business.

This Fits. Truth.

If you want to understand foreign policy, read history, not the newspaper. When you read history, you get distance. You learn how events looked to people at the time – and how wrong they usually were.