My grandfather, a self-educated German-American farmer from Olathe, Kansas, believed that no journey, however seemingly circuitous or self-destructive, was ever truly unnecessary, or even avoidable. Sometimes we just have to continue along a particular path for inexplicable, personal reasons, disregarding warnings of friends and family and perhaps our own internal voices, until we arrive at our destination, whatever it may be. This type of journey, my grandfather said, was the equivalent of "driving around the block backward to get to the house next door."
Sunday, January 01, 2006
Open House
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Your grandfather was from Olathe? I had no idea. Don't think we've ever talked about the two unfortunate years I lived in Olathe in junior high.
This is great! Thanks for starting a blog. I've followed your writing for years and I'm very excited to see more of it and in this format. Good luck with everything!
I second what Marc said. Welcome to the blogosphere. You're an instant add to my own sidebar, and I look forward to reading more of your stuff than just the once-a-week offerings from the New York Press. Congratulations! What a great way to start the new year!
Thanks for the warm welcome, folks. I'll try to give you something worth reading.
This is one of the most true things about life I have read lately.
Beautiful.
OK, I came to the party a little late ...
I read your stuff all the time in NY Press when I lived in Brooklyn. I thought you were the most interesting film critic around, in part because your reviews would so often go into interesting topics in film history, putting current films in context.
Since I moved away, it has been hard to follow your columns. The NY Press doesn't make it easy to search by author, and the rest of the paper holds no interest to me. So, long story short, I'm glad to be able to read you in this format.
Thanks for the kind words, Ken. I'll do my best to earn them.
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