I call for a moratorium on starving Christian Bale.

Lynn Hirschberg has a fascinating portrait of Daniel Day-Lewis in last week’s New York Times Magazine.

For me, the only good argument for moving back south is the chance to see performers like this more often than once every year or so.

Your own personal Jesus, indeed!

Gillian Welch! in Des Moines! in August!

I have designed my runs to be as far from competitive as they can. I don’t run with other people. Rarely do I measure my distances. Not only don’t I time my splits, I don’t even carry a watch. My program is to stay out at least 45 minutes, to keep a steady pace, and to watch for unusual things.

Daniel Radcliffe’s starring in Equus. With pictures!

A photo essay of this year’s adventure in bathing cats.

Gillian Welch and David Rawlings on YouTube.

If you want us to believe you’re a cougar, you have to believe it yourself.

Escovedo puts on a good show.

After listening to Terry Gross interview J. Franz, I have a question about his personality.

Promoting local music!

The question is not now many testicles does Rafael Nadal have, but how much longer he can intimidate Roger Federer with them.

I saw the Del McCoury Band in concert at the Mill last night. The best bluegrass band in the nation. They were astonishing. Yet, here I write about a Vegas act I saw on TV. What’s wrong with that?

Living by the Rules

Wednesday, a man in Chicago cut off his penis and threw it at the cops.