Netflix, the world’s film library, would hardly have worked for me if not for the Telluride Film Festival, which is coming up next week for its 38th go-round.
Without the wisdom of the TFF, I would be stuck in first-run Hollywood hell, with a thin veneer of foreign-film awareness; my Netflix queue would be limited to Oscar favorites and the suggestions of movie reviewers – a dubious crowd. (more…)
I maybe should have turned around when I got to the place where the spruce blowdown crisscrossed the trail like a giant’s pickup sticks. (more…)
Before the start of last week’s auction that would deliver the Powderhorn ski area to the highest bidder, I asked one of the bid assistants why an auction? The whole idea seemed desperate to me – you know: “auctioned on the courthouse steps for some family shame” kind of thing. (more…)
The attacks in Norway two weeks ago by a right-wing extremist relate to my experience of that country only insofar as the pictures show a conventionally good-looking blond man. Out of a population of 4.9 million, there are probably 2 million good-looking blond men in Norway. (more…)