I found myself stuck in a Coen brothers movie this evening. Specifically, Fargo, only without the kidnapping, killing and woodchippers. Instead, there was an exceedingly isolated exurb, copious amounts of pasty white skin, a number of well-educated but happily-boring Minnesota collegiate types, and plenty of bland, tan-colored food. Oh, and people sitting at a huge table, eating that food with no conversation whatsoever.

I’m not sure I can write much more without being mean to good-natured people who really don’t deserve it, but I can say it feels good to be back in the comforting embrace of the big city.