Peace! Peace! But there is no peace!
The protests accompanying the torch lighting-bearing ceremony may force China's hand in remaining stable on the "J Curve."
Hillary is a tired and sleep-deprived human being. Please forgive her “misspeaking.”
While they pretend to be concerned about our security, the power-holders in Jerusalem quietly draw the borders enclosing who they will "protect".
Yep, you guessed it. Another slow week.
Strange? Sometimes. But it works, and works well.
The courage of the comeback is reason enough to love the fiery Aussie.
On Consolters of the Lonely, the Raconteurs finally find their own unique sound as a group.
Think of J.S. Bach composing Goldberg Variations as a member of the Shining Path...
An accessible compilation of traditional and more modern klezmer tunes presented by The Rough Guide.
Whether you've loved them for years or never heard of them before, Attack & Release demands your attention.
Violin does wonders for a new take on German power metal.
Kenia's first release in a decade shows that some things just get better with time.
The wait was worth it!
Catchy, bright and gets stuck in your head; everything a good pop album should be
Because that emotion is laid out so clear and crisp, this album truly does resonate with the listener.
Most things don't (and can't) remain the same.
Solid helping of radio-friendly alt-metal.
This week's Cutout Bin features Manhattan Transfer's Janis Siegel and her second solo effort, At Home.
Fans of harmless, tasteless music will likely love the songs on this album from the American Idol judge and producer.
The Jacob Fred Jazz Odyssey is a bit of a misnomer.
A rant against the idea of using Twitter as a marketing tool.
Thoreau calls us to simplify and it's one we should heed, now more than ever.
The real value comes not from its bite-size musings but instead from its author profiles and interviews.
Once we had money in our pockets, the main idea changed dramatically to "How can I make Howard laugh hard enough to snort Diet Coke out of his nose?"
Extras are privy to a lot of information about stars and the inner workings of Hollywood.
"I was telling stories before I could write," says Science Fiction author Phoebe Wray.
I love a book that sticks with me. Weeks after I put it down, it still comes to mind and continues to make me think.
Today is the last Opening Day in the Toilet by the Bay. It’s fitting that Shea Stadium is located in Flushing.
Networks make it difficult for fans to promote their favorite shows. The solution? Offer all episodes online.
Double Six Productions will create an expanded video experience for this year’s Oklahoma D-Day paintball event/re-enactment.
If every American will shell out $30 grand, we'll take care of that national debt in a jiffy.
An outstanding film that seems to have been forgotten.
Top Gear proves the yolk's on them.
Deserter is a little piece of Ryan Johnson's story, and maybe it will help you understand why he felt like he had to do what he did.
Neither George Clooney's nor John Krasinski's comedic chops are enough to make Leatherheads any more than a breezy, forgettable comedy.
Poor video game translation has some decent action, but that is about it.
The star sits down with Blogcritics for a chat.
Card games outplay the imagination.
There Will be Blood is a look at the darkness in a man that is both compelling and visceral.
Anything look good to you?
Heston's filmography is unmatched for its classical, historical, and epic sweep but he also made some landmark science fiction films.
In a follow-up to her struggle to save but eventually lose her marriage, one woman recalls the painful and ultimately healing process.
This is a quiet little play about big ideas, a fine and thoughtful feast for mind and spirit.
Buttons, a longhaired dachshund, and his nemesis cat brother, Salem, have issues with the effects of morning television.
Rum. The very word conjures up visions of beaches, wam breezes, and frothy blender drinks.
This week, the Virtual Console is all about Yoshi and baseball bats. Unfortunately, it's not about one meeting the blunt end of the other.