@Mr. B Ah! You beat me to it!
A _New Yorker_ article from March on wealthy New Yorkers covered similar territory. Julian Robertson has an assistant who tracks his every move to ensure he spends no more than the maximum number of days allowed in the city before one is considered a resident and must pay taxes.
(Apologies for not just linking; I don't know how.) http://www.newyorker.com/reporting/2012/03/19/120319fa_fact_stewart
_Firemen's Ball_ or early Bela Tarr (say, "The Outsider")??
One of the few things that I still remember from my first days as a wee intern at Merge oh so many years ago was some quiet office chatter expressing concern that Kurt Wagner had quit his job to sit under a tree in his back yard and play his guitar full time. Songs like this are a great reminder of why there was no need to worry.
Thanks for posting; I'm just crazy about all the Merge love from you guys lately!
I grew up in central Texas in a town awfully similar to Dillon. What initially drew me in to the show were the little details - gestures and behavior that I certainly never noticed in any conscious way as I great up, but definitely knew well and knew personally - details that are so true to small-town life in Texas: how men take off their hats when they enter a home, going out to someone's land to drink, and (even for this atheist) the prayers before games, before meals.
But that's a very local and personal reason why I, the (now ex-)Texan love the show. As for the bigger, more global reasons - you've hit the nail on the head. Thank you for that, Sarah; for putting it in words for me.
"you could make me come to another party celebrating the progress of you."
so. tired. of. this.
People at the gym who won't shut up. People whom you know, for example, who don't seem/care to notice that you're trying to regulate your breathing so you don't pass out. Those kinds of self-centered people.