Several weeks ago I enjoyed a delicious piece of cake.  Exquisitely layered and textured, it exploded a starburst of sweet delight. The oth...

Fourteen years ago, a teacher told me that he didn't share his father's given name because his father wanted him to be unique. A fe...

Something curious happened to many NYC neighborhoods during the last five or so years. Houses once characterized by aluminum awnings, concr...

It's always telling when people pounce on a piece news and promptly declare I told you so ! So it was with much amusement that I watche...

or How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Bomb Directed by Stanley Kubrick. 1964. Dr. Strangelove  neither sweats nor abets squishy ...

Directed by Franklin J. Schaffner. 1970. Since its release,  Patton has split audiences into those who see in it a glorification of the ...

Directed by Charles Walters. 1956. Since I don't wish to speak ill of the dead, I'll credit director Charles Walters for managing ...

I vaghi fiori Giovanni Palestrina A heated debate followed one of The Atlantic ' s puffy articles this week when  Benjamin Schwar...

The worst part about graduation ceremonies is not the speechifying. Nor is it the seizure-inducing bursts of photographic flashes or the he...

Out and about today, your blogger-on-the-move stopped to observe a door. This may sound dull but it was such a fair, husky specimen of pine...