THANKSGIVING

So, I went to San Diego with my dad for Thanksgiving, which was pretty great, and we had dinner with some composer friends of his, Roger and Chinary, and their families.  He was on his way back from a trip to Mexico.  I was taking a break from writing a bunch of treatments and the last bit of an episode of Teen Wolf.  I've been watching a tremendous number of movies and TV shows lately.  The best new show on TV is probably Boss, on Starz, which nobody sees because nobody has Starz.  Because it's a terrific show.  Possibly the best thing on TV right now.  Also watching: Homeland, Boardwalk Empire, American Horror Story, Beavis and Butthand, Always Sunny, and reruns of Mad Men.  And that American Masters documentary on Woody Allen that ran last week.

Today I finished reading The Last of the Live Nude Girls by Sheila McClear, which I loved.  She used to work at one of the last peep shows in Times Square.  I used to work in Times Square, from 2005 to 2009, and had no idea those places existed.  The book is well-written, poignant, illuminating, and sad, and it does a perfect job of capturing a mood of fearful and nervous dread.  It also doesn't read like some shitty half-brag, as I had sort of expected, since McClear used to write for the loathsome Gawker blog.  I read it on Ned Vizzini's recommendation after he read it for a review.  He was right, it's terrific.