Yeti Menace

In an effort to build awareness around prostate cancer, November is National Grow-A-Mustache Month, also known as Movember (’mo’ is Australian slang for moustache).

Although 75% of most Yeti Hunters already sport facial hair of one configuration or another, we’d like to officially encourage all of our male readers to take November as a chance to let your inner mustache run free.

Hate it? Shave it off if you don’t like it. Love it? Wear it proudly, as men should.

Movember.com

Pundit Kitchen, I <3 you!

As of October 7, Prop 8 supporters are raising more money that those who oppose the measure, according to this very useful feature on LATimes.com.

Look at that big friggin’ circle over Orange County. Thanks assholes!

But worse than that is the fact that the top 3 financial supporters aren’t even residents of California. Maybe you’ll recognize such friendly faces as the Knights of Columbus (New Haven, CT; $1,275,000) and the National Organization for Marriage (Princeton, NJ; $941,134.80), who, incidentally, came up with this whole fucking idea in the first place. And who could forget our friends at Focus On the Family (Colorado Springs, CO; $439,643.66)?

Wanna find out more about who is putting the money behind Prop 8? Check out Californians Against Hate. Because after all, who doesn’t hate hate?

Stanley Kubrick’s classic film The Shining has a firm place in my Vers-Top 10 Movies of All Time, and the online exhibit “Artwork and No Play,” running through Oct. 31 at the Phone Booth Gallery, is a truly delightful tribute to some of the most memorable moments from the film.

Pictured: Kevin Tong’s “Wave of Mutilation” + David Owen’s “Corrective Action”

Design for Obama

The International Movie Poster Awards site has large scans of movie posters from throughout history. Browse by title, director or year. Above: A sampling of movie posters released the year I was born (1968).

IMP Awards

It is with a heavy heart that I post this message today. David Foster Wallace, author of Infinite Jest, has died after “eliminating his own map” by hanging himself Friday night.

For many years, DFW has been my favorite author. I’ve read “Infinite Jest,” a 1000+ book with literally hundreds of pages of footnotes, more than 5 times. I can say without shame or hesitation that his writing changed my life. He made me feel smarter just by reading him, and I credit his book to helping me get sober and understand lessons about personal excellence that stick with me to this very day.

I’ve seen him read in person and had the great privilege of asking possibly the dumbest question ever during one of his Q & A’s. And I always fantasized about going out to Pomona College and trying to find him just so I could say thank you. But I didn’t, because I didn’t want to be one of those freakish fanboys that stalks their cultural idols. So I just settled on thanking him from afar and waiting every day for a new piece of fiction from him.

Now, those points are moot. There will be no more fiction from DFW, and no more opportunities to say thank you. The world in general, and me in specific, have lost something very special this weekend.

So in lieu of those things lost, I encourage any of you reading this to crack open some DFW of your own. “Infinite Jest” can be a tough read for a first-timer, so let me suggest his essay “A Supposedly Fun Thing I’ll Never Do Again.” Guaranteed you will laugh your ass off.

And to sign off, since I couldn’t do it in person, I’ll do it here. Thank you, DFW. What you wrote helped make me a better person. You will be missed.