Normally, the main weekly edition of this newsletter goes out to paid subscribers only. But I plan to make some exceptions for holidays and special occasions. Speaking of which, happy Valentine’s Day.  To celebrate, we’re going to make a Jack Rose, a pinkish-red brandy sour that’ll look great on a counter with a bouquet of roses. And then, because sometimes our lives are marked by heartbreak and regret, we’re going to make a bitter variant.

One of the most talented and unique songwriters of his generation, Mark Kozelek is also a prickly pear. The only time I saw him perform live in the 1990s, he threatened to stab someone in the audience for talking during his set. Born and raised in Ohio, Kozelek formed Red House Painters after moving to San Francisco in the late 80s. I bought their first … ncG1vNJzZmilkanBo7HRnqWsp55jwLau0q2YnKNemLyue89opJqqm2K4sMbEpZykZZ%2BberTBzWaioqRdorywuoyapZ0%3D

Black Film Archive is a living register of Black films from 1915 - 1979 currently streaming. This Substack is its blog. Thank you for being here!In a 1990 interview with the New York Newsday, Mary Alice (d. July 27, 2022) stated she was hoping to land a ‘substantial role in film and television’ as she had found in the theater: “My career has been wonderful in one sense but there's such a difference between the recognition you get onstage and working in films and TV.

Mac Swanson hears the comments and criticism of NHL draft analysts and scouts. He knows that he is an undersized player. The North Dakota commit, listed at 5-foot-7 and 157 pounds, has drawn comparisons to NHL players such as Seattle's Jaden Schwartz, Minnesota's Mats Zuccarello, and even Hall of Famer Martin St. Louis. Not to claim Swanson is on pace to become a future Hall of Famer—he may be when all is said and done—but the point is that all three players went onto NHL careers despite their modest stature.

Hello. Okay, FWIW, I don’t actually believe Mexican food sucks. I have enjoyed Mexican food, even though much of it looks like the photo above, an amalgam of disparate colorful cheap stuff in greasy fried bread. But I am now empowered to make this terrible and unfair generality about Mexican food because the concept was uttered during the final episode of Curb Your Enthusiasm. It is now part of Pop Culture.