Oscar.

I've been faithfully and giddily watching the Oscars since I was fifteen years old. Through a million dresses, intriguing speeches and weird hosts (Anne Hathaway and James Franco?), you'll find me right in front of the television and in for the 4-hour long haul every year. (Really, with a genetic love for old-time Hollywood--I think …

PSH.

Really sad, the loss of Philip Seymour Hoffman. If you read the tributes about him, the theme is clear: his talent was incredible. There are two films in which PSH did nothing short of take my breath away: Doubt, and--believe it or not, his performance was chilling and compelling--Mission Impossible: 3. Watch them if you …

Herculean.

Oh, hi there. It's been a while, huh? In short, I loathe winter and with all the polar vortexes and all that, my writing has been suspended by a lack of desire, inspiration, and general movement in my hands. But here we are. Hi, again. This will be brief. I'm here to post a song that I find …