Cakes and Money 3.0

The first in an ongoing series about wandering around. This one's about lycra phantoms, cars, human contact and the weirdness of chapping strangers' doors to tell them the good news.

Over on my blog I've been fool enough to write about the way PJ Harvey's latest album conveys change through stillness: "Summer into Autumn, youth into adulthood, life into death, old self into someone else."

Very funny to me that the only people I've seen talk about Barbie in relation to White Noise are Noah Baumbach and Greta Gerwig themselves.

Having blitzed The Sopranos and The Wire during lockdown, I felt like it was time to re-watch another classic from the era. Turns out Six Feet Under hold up well enough to prompt a return to blogging.

Here's what I've written so far:

Six Feet, Infinite Dimensions - on Nate's hair and the foundations of the Fisher home.

"I made a terrible decision and brought us to a horrible place" - about how the show has one foot in old TV and one in the world to come.

Comic Book Men - where a ropy episode from season 4 makes me pine for life before the Funkopop apocalypse.