Monday, October 2


I was going to write a post about "The Only Meaning of the Oil-Wet Water," because I read it again (I'm in the midst of Eggers' How We Are Hungry), and again, I'm oddly affected, thinking about god and love and age and the human condition.

But I decided to write about Heroes instead, because, fuck, that's a good show. Except for the cheerleader portion, I like it all. Crazy teleporting Hiro, strung-out artist guy, the professor and MaryAnn, Greg "I hear voices" Grunberg, and I don't completely hate the Jess "I can fly though I have really, really bad hair" younger brother dude. I'm hooked after two shows -- but after three of Studio, I'm still not convinced.

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