@MrDaveHill You really pull off the dandy/fop thing with style and verve.

putthison:

Oh my gosh, you guys!

Isn’t that celebrity author Dave Hill?

Where could he be? Fashion week?

Could he be getting ready to school everyone on the important subject of fashion on behalf of the hit videoblog Put This On?!

THIS IS AMAZING!

More on Movies

There’s Nighthawks, The Hitcher, and recently Hobo With A Shotgun. Instances of filmmaking that provide evidence that Rutger Hauer is a name, an actor, synonymous with quality.

Incidentally, what’s not to love about Stallone and Wiliams’ at times delightful, woefully under-rehearsed and possibly coke-fueled depictions seen in Nighthawks?

For all the exploitation flicks in which I’ve seen Mr. Hauer, he doesn’t chew scenery. I find him believable, as a sociopath and/or hero.

“So, you’ll hammer later.”

We Do Film Review

INSERTS (1974), Director: John Byrum.

This an incredible film and I don’t say it lightly. It has both the timeless quality of a well made period film and enough avent-garde sensibility, subsumed within the nostalgia and pathos, to maintain a sharp, even biting meta-commentary on its historical subject matter. We are lucky to observe great actors in a rare, presumably bi-continental project, that at the time must have been a bittersweet mise-en-scene. The intensity of all parties concerned—actors burning brightly, ace cinematographer, more than competent editor, and director, making art—makes for a respite from and lesson for the ages.

[Ed. Note: Our reviewer is not a filmmaker nor a decorated critic replete with C.V. that includes a stint at the Sorbonne. That being said, he likes to write about movies; and, it bears mentioning, he has severe writers block. So all we receive are his little dribblings.

We here at Sycophantia are used to little dribblings, whether they be spittle, drool, the diminutive oozings of premature ejaculate, or short written pieces. Thank you.]

Anhedonic Adaptation

Pre-order my forthcoming eBook, Anhedonic Adaptation, or, Transform the Best Experiences into Tedium!

Lady on WNYC, talking about “the hedonic treadmill.” The lady, a guest on a medical Friday show is Dr. Sonya Lubermersky, UC Riverside. Author of The How of Happiness from Penguin. She calls this pleasure problem, “the Elvis Presley effect.”

In other words you can grow accustomed all too accustomed to lots of peanut butter and banana sandwiches, sex and pills, and then die in a blur of banality. You join the pantheon of estates that make more revenue than you made while you were alive. Rather than die on the crapper unfulfillable, put your effort into things that really do last whilst alive. Sayeth the doctor.

A component of the hedonic treadmill is rumination or overthinking. I knew a therapist that called it perseveration. That word sounds nasty and annoying. Now, anhedonia, that’s a rock ‘n’ roll kinda word, in a Devo or Bad Religion kinda way. Which is why I learned it from the greatest nerd Harold Ramis. Ramis talked about his friend Doug Kenney, who, as he put it, “fell off a cliff while he was looking for a place to jump.” An unfortunate accident that happened to the brilliant satirist and parodist at the height of both his career and his drug-facilitated depression.

One should not become acclimated to compulsive/addictive behavior (including circular thinking) or become numb to privilege/entitlement.

Kenney and Belushi probably felt very old while they were busy dying young. Belushi was, to borrow a phrase from Laura Linney, a “relief seeking missile.”

Are we all problems and no solutions? No, we at Sycophantia believe that one must persist in the effort to derive pleasure safely from a thrifty and ethical existence.

Seeking more diverse opinions for this article, the mountains of crap I’ve accumulated in the quest for satisfaction were unavailable for comment.

“THE CORDS TO MY IPOD, CAMERA AND OTHER DEVICES MUST HAVE SEX WHEN I’M NOT LOOKING

(a post by vcr):

“HOW THE FUCK ELSE COULD THEY GET SO TANGLED JUST LAYING THERE”