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I don't have a new Pony, but I do have a new Hobby

       Forget the burgeoning baseball season, forget rereading Raymond Chandler or keep reading Steve Erickson, forget the Boston Globe sports page, forget continually listening to Little Steven’s Underground Garage, forget obsessively filling the backlog of my unseen Gunsmoke episodes, forget making lists of the top ten Warren Oates’ character names, forget buying every single ripped-off, repetitive, and badly recorded Johnny Thunders recording evah, forget checking  a few more outré film noirs off the grand list, forget finishing that piece about the stony greatness of Pynchon’ s last book, forget about finally beginning that new David Foster Wallace kinda-last-maybe-baby novel. Fuggedabouit, I’ve acquired a new hobby, another fresh and fertile landscape to explore, somehow a totally new (and astonishingly original) slab of pop cult meat to vulture on.



WANTED: PRIVATE EYE, MIDDLE-AGED, TOUGH, SENSITIVE, RESOURCEFUL, AND ONE OF GOD'S LONELY MEN

 Sifting through the DVD season-by-season collection of The Rockford Files (the show ran from 1974-80), undoubtedly one of the finest television procedurals ever (right alongside Columbo, and like that show, a procedural that devoted as much time to atmosphere, setting, and character as it did to the how and why of the case-of-the-week), it struck me how wistful and essentially broken James Garner’s Jim Rockford actually was.