Sam Carter

Eurosexual Swagger

notes from barcelona

BARCELONA (Sam’s half) Rollerblading is still popular here. Strolling along the boardwalk on a Sunday afternoon, I’m struck by how many people glide past—in the U.S., rollerblading has gone the way of VHS. Part of me wonders what events in history have led to rollerblades’ markedly different fate on opposite sides of the Atlantic. Then…


The Man with the Curious Bandana

remembering david foster wallace

The signs were showing up everywhere: Michael Joyce coaching Sharapova at the U.S. Open; the hullaballoo over Franzen’s new piece of hysterical realism, “Freedom”; the lobster ravioli I ended up making late one night; and, finally, the SNOOTs signing up for copyediting at the activities fair.  I checked the Internet and the calendar, and, sure…

Tough Guise

a look at justified

Let’s face the music, but this time it’s from Ennio Morricone.  No one can ever match Clint Eastwood when it comes to being a complete badass in any situation.  Even as a decrepit Detroit grandpa in Gran Torino, Eastwood could inspire boot-quaking in the hardiest of individuals. Others may try to emulate and equal, but…


artist profile

To avoid embarrassment, know that the name is not pronounced like a certain Pixar feature or aquatic mammal. It’s Wah-LAY. Nigerian roots are responsible for the adopted name of the D.C. rapper born Olubowale Victor Akintimehin who — drawing inspiration from sources as varied as Seinfeld (The Mixtape About Nothing), multinational companies (“Nike Boots”) and…

Things Just Couldn’t Be The Same

what’s so great about the “freebird” solo?

I have a friend who calls for it regardless of the venue or group at a musical performance. Joe Wilson shouted for it during an Obama speech—or was it something else?—and everyone aspires to play it convincingly on air guitar.  While the slide guitar work in the beginning is nothing to scoff at, the four minute…