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Small Talk
The boom of writer’s in Hollywood is dead. For a long time any schlub with pen and paper could cruise through the studios, pitch their ideas like cheap wares, and make a killing. Rob Long, the author, laments, but remains optimistic for the future. I can’t understand why.
Nixon called Biden to give his condolescnes for his wife and one year old child who had just died in a car crash.
Artists dropping staples of American culture within a Soviet context.
Best I’ve seen.
This might be the quientessintal American document. A white guy decides to find out what it’s like to be black, so he actually becomes black and bums around New Orleans for a couple months. Equal parts ethnic study and minstrel comedy. Something that could only be made in America.
Dickens Decemember’s fast approaching. Time to bone up with of Proffessor Sugrue’s fantastic lectures.
Just some butterflies.
I had never read that exchange between Biden and Nixon.