MW Richardson
- Location
- Washington, District of Columbia, United States
- Birthday
- June 26
- Title
- Student
- Bio
- A student, inhabiting the pulsating suit-infested remains of the greater DC area, trying to find a way to carve open a niche to snugly fit into. Writing seems as good a way to do that as any. Music-obsessed, despite having no natural talent or affinity for it. Maybe that makes it more fun.
MY RECENT POSTS
- Memorial Day Movies:
May 23, 2009 04:51PM - "Oh, I don't own a
television." "I hate you."
May 18, 2009 06:48PM - Here's Your Future: Punk Rock
in the Age of Obama
May 17, 2009 07:13PM - The Art Collector: A Very
Short One-Act Play
April 23, 2009 06:57PM
MY RECENT COMMENTS
- “Reality television has
its place, and American Idol
has its
fans. It's not art,
b…”
May 23, 2009 04:14PM - “Science fiction has
always had a bit of a
conservative streak
(or
libertarian at…”
May 23, 2009 04:05PM - “Good luck. I graduate in
two years, and I'm
hoping
desperately for an
major uptur…”
May 23, 2009 03:47PM - “Good point Ice, and I
would clarify that I don't
really mean
people who get
their…”
May 18, 2009 09:47PM - “Maybe the news media has
turned into the proverbial
abusive
father:
"Second…”
May 18, 2009 05:59PM
MW Richardson's Links
Memorial Day Movies:
Band of Brothers is a pretty good series. I mean, it won a bunch of Emmy's, it has some great actors, and it's pretty faithful to the book. And every Memorial Day Weekend, History Channel will shove it down our throats for 72 hours. There are worse things to have shoved… Read full post »
"Oh, I don't own a television." "I hate you."
Well, that's probably how the conversation could have gone. Instead, it went like this:
"Wow, did you hear, they're bringing back Dollhouse for another season. Maybe people will actually watch it now"
With enough pretension to keep a queen sated: "Oh, I don't own a television."
*Mouth agape, staring… Read full post »
Here's Your Future: Punk Rock in the Age of Obama
The Thermal's "The Body, The Blood, The Machine" is not a subtle album. Opening with a single chord from a weathered organ, the trademark crunch of distorted guitars playing the same power chord overtakes the lilting tone. It's as good a metaphor as any for an… Read full post »
The Art Collector: A Very Short One-Act Play
"Is that a Rothko?"
"Of course."
"Wait, really?"
"Yes, yes. Can't you tell. The deep pulsing reds, maroon on impenetrable bla—"
"Seriously, how did you get that?"
"The Rothko?"
"The Rothko."
"I bought it."
"You bought it?"
"I bought it."… Read full post »
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