When I think “Thanksgiving,” I think “pancreas.” It was on that celebratory November day back in the early 70s when, after partaking of a memorably delicious Thanksgiving with friends, my pancreas literally exploded and I was rushed to a hospital…
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Someone had the nerve to ask me last week, “How do you like living this “third act” of your life?” Third act? Are you kidding? I’m living the “epilogue.” But at least I don’t wake up every morning in a…
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I have always collected movie soundtrack albums. They often evoke the film, but occasionally they reach dizzying musical heights on their own. There are a few that I replay so frequently that I am glad I live alone. Here are…
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I had that dream again last night. No, not, “ I went to Manderlay again,” like in Rebecca. And certainly not “I dreamed I was…in my Maidenform bra,” like that bizarre 60s ad campaign. No, in the dream, I was…
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Listen, I’ve always said I hope I die from “spontaneous combustion” while sitting in a movie theater. The reality is that an air conditioner will probably fall from a window and bash my head in while I’m coming home from…
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One of the most startling things I heard during this endless pandemic was the statement, “I’m even sick of porn!” I can sympathize- to a point. I’m not about to give a thesis on porn or weigh the social and…
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I can’t pretend to predict what life will be like after months of self-isolation. I will, however, be glad not to turn on my TV and see another Zoom-created collection of celebrities (their entitled faces in little boxes filling up…
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Getting stir-crazy in your apartments from self-isolation? The NY Times theater critic suggested reading aloud plays at home if you are a theater buff. But if you are a movie lover like me, why not re-enact your favorite scenes from…
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What is it about crime and gay porn stars that fascinates me so? Perhaps it’s that these two particular and sordid subject matters together in my mind create an unusually intoxicating bouquet of evil? Or maybe I’m just a sick…
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For years now I’ve made my own Christmas cards. I never buy store-bought cards, although I am not averse to receiving them. But it’s so much fun plotting my next holiday greeting that will horrify relatives and amuse my…
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