For anyone with a body, it’s no surprise that there is a genre of film dealing entirely with our seemingly never-ending battle with our own mortal coils. The human body is often private enemy number one for those who inhabit it, and there are times when it seems […]
I came across Steven Barnes’ Streetlethal the way I come across most things: by accident, while looking for something else. Rereading William Gibson’s Neuromancer (and its two sequels, Count Zero and Mona Lisa Overdrive) got me on a kick of rereading not just the rest of Gibson’s oeuvre, […]
Back in the 1990s, I did a fanzine that was about as successful as I could hope for given my lack of financial resources. With nowhere to print it but an all-night copy shop manned by a guy named Fred the Bastard, I couldn’t really achieve any impressive […]
Every April, the writers of the Cultural Gutter take time out from their assigned area of expertise to write about something else. So I’m going to ramble aimlessly for 2,000 words about road trips. Enjoy! We descended from Ruidoso atop a pine-covered mountain into a red hell of […]
When I was a lad no older than ten, I was pretty sure I was going to become an archaeologist. This assumption regarding my future profession was based pretty much entirely on having just seen Raiders of the Lost Ark and figuring that the career would lend an […]
It begins with an orchestra tuning up. As the cacophony fades into actual music, a familiar voice tinged with melancholy joins in, crooning, “My name is Francis Albert, and I sing love songs, mostly after dark, mostly in saloons” as the backing choir sighs “Francis Albert…Sinatra.” As if […]
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