Foundational Weapons For A Modern War
I wasn’t looking for a NASA researcher, I was looking for goat cheese. I must have seemed perplexed as I surveyed the half-dozen or so options in the display case. My mission was to find a goat cheese to substitute for ricotta, which my daughter has problems digesting. Instead I found characters.
I recently watched one of this year’s Oscar nominated films, Minari, and was pleasantly surprised. Minari tells the story of a young Korean family circa 1980 struggling to turn a few acres of Arkansas country into a Korean vegetable farm. It was quite good, until it wasn’t. This is a problem I
I was supposed to like the movie. Not only was I supposed to like it, I really should have been cheering it on. Considering the film’s message, I should help move its Metacritic score above sixty, and leave a review to bump up the Rotten Tomatoes audience certification to Fresh. The critics
There is a particular circumstance in which it can be predicted, down to the very second, when I will cry. I do it every time. I’m utterly incapable of preventing it; no matter how hard I steel my resolve, regardless of all variety of facial contortions I feebly attempt. I cry every