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Molly Templeton was Eugene Weekly's longtime arts editor, now freelance movie reviewer. She is publicity manager at Tin House Books.
A good local alternative to Starbucks downtown—light, airy, comfy chairs, friendly, free wi-fi and a big green tree soaring to a vaulted ceiling with skylights. They could use a little bigger baked goods selection, though. Continue reading
I have an ungodly plethora (by which I mean “an overflowing Stickie on my desktop”) of links to articles about this, that and the other thing about how hard the economy is hitting (book) publishing. This particular piece, though, caught my eye; maybe it was the first-person perspective, maybe the resigned yet not hopeless tone. Regardless, maybe you’ll find it interesting too. It’s from the London Review of Books, and is by one Colin Robertson. This paragraph in particular is lovely — what he says isn’t new, but it’s so nicely put: Continue reading
Because I still have the tabs open: In this Thursday’s paper, you’ll find a wee tiny last minute preview of a show at Sam Bond’s by a band called The Clues. The Clues, assuming it’s the right Clues, include former members of Arcade Fire and the short-lived but beloved and awesome Unicorns. (There’s another The Clues in Colorado, apparently.) The Clues are kind of a pain to Google unless you include the band members’ former bands. But there’s some good stuff out there: Continue reading
Blog? What is this blog you speak of? Continue reading
I took too long to write about last Friday’s episode of Battlestar Galactica, and hereby vow (with fingers only a little bit crossed) to do better in the future. But there are a couple of things I want to scribble down before tonight’s episode airs … So this is longer than intended. It happens. Continue reading
I’m a bit embarrassed that I completely forgot to mention this last week, when I first heard it, but better late than never: Culiarnia Eugenius, also known as EW’s food columnist, Jennifer Burns Levin, reminded me with her recent post that hey! Mark Bittman ate at Bellly last week! And that’s kind of nifty. Continue reading
I dithered. I didn’t want to. I never cared. Etc. What a pack of hooey. Battlestar Galactica isn’t perfect. Television almost never is, even the television I love best. (OK, Deadwood comes fucking close, and if you’ve ever seen it, you understand why it was vital I swear in the middle of that sentence.) But it’s astonishingly good, and powerful, and sometimes beautiful, and incredibly acted. Continue reading
Ho, hum. I realize it’s a little bit weak to comment when you’ve not yet seen all the films, so I’ll be brief: Even the surprises this year (Melissa Leo, Richard Jenkins) don’t feel like surprises. Slumdog Millionaire ceased being an underdog even before it got here, and while it a perfectly fine film, it is not a Best Picture. Not, not, not. I think I’m attached to exactly one category: Man on Wire had really best win Best Documentary. Continue reading
Yesterday, the Oregon Arts Commission announced the recipients of its annual fellowships, given to “performers and writers of exceptional talent and demonstrated ability, professional achievement and continuing dedication to an artistic discipline.” The cash awards ($3,000 each) can be used “to complete work in progress or embark on a new body of work, undertake research, study or experiment with new materials or media.” Continue reading
Yesterday, I got one of those makes-your-heart-skip-with-joy press releases: a new And You Will Know Us By the Trail of Dead album, Century of Self, comes out in just over a month! They’re independent again! MTV News says they’ve “amped up the guitars!” And they’re coming! To Portland! Well, you can’t have it all. (You apparently can’t have anything, if you’re me: Mates of State are passing us by again, too. What gives?) Continue reading