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The Last Great Chicago Restaurant Dynasty

What happens when you meet your gods and they reveal as mortals?   In that moment you are given the most extraordinary gift, nothing less than the secret of life. That’s what happened to me when I spent ten hours observing one of Chicago’s most legendary restaurants about three weeks ago. And that’s all we’re really doing here anyway, searching for the answer. When I write of food, it is only as a conduit for identifying meaning.

The Late in the Game Coneheads Movie is WAY Better and Deeper Than Its Reputation Would Suggest

It’s easy to see why the 1993 Coneheads movie bombed. Saturday Night Live movies are all about timing and heat. The whole point is to crank out a movie while the characters are still fresh in the public imagination.  When Coneheads was released early in the Clinton presidency, the Coneheads hadn’t been the hot new thing in a decade and a half. That is several lifetimes in pop culture time. 

THE LIGHT DOCTOR 8: Creating Healthy Circadian Light

The Sun delivers abundant light across all visible wavelengths, providing ample illumination and healthy rays at zero energy cost, even on an overcast day. In comparison, electric light can only be a pale imitation of sunlight. Because of indoor glare and reflections, electric lighting must always be hundreds of times less bright and deliver considerabl… ncG1vNJzZmikmZy1tbDOnKuoqp2Wv7W1zaamqKqVmrGmetKumayskZi4b6%2FOpmapZ6Sdsm64yKCfrWWUpLC1u9Fmb2abopqutbXNoGShnZGhwanF

The Man Who Saw Tomorrow

(Rewatch/Rewind is a feature in which I revisit a film that once made an impression on me, but I haven’t watched in at least a decade. Spoilers should be expected.)   You kids today, with your streaming services and your non-stop #content, you really don’t know how good you have it. Back when I was young, and television was believed to be the result of particles drawn from the air by the Devil himself, our choices in entertainment were rather more limited.

The Many Faces of Mary Pickford

Mary Pickford really loves dirt. In fact, there’s no other performer, classical or otherwise, so willing to make muck, soot, mud and sewage an integral part of their screen presence. Each of her comedies seems a challenge—how much mud can a woman fall into, and how long can that joke remain funny? My fascination with Pickford is unique in that it has nothing to do with her outings with noted auteurs.