Category: News

  • Kissinger is Dead and All I Got was His Glasses

    I never had a very high regard for Mr. Kissinger, but every time his name is brought up, this is what I think of:

    There are a great number of opinions of Henry out there, which are being floated today, and I can’t speak for everyone, so I won’t…

  • ODDS and ENDS: Crypto Scam, Sick Kid, Reject Me Already, and Thanksgiving

    (Don’t flood it…)

    So, Sam Bankman-Fried is going to jail for a very long time. I’m sure you know this, but crypto is a scam. Or, if I’m being polite, it’s just a new form of gambling. And SBF gambled and got caught. From everything that I read about this guy, he was too smart for his own good. He struck me as the type of person who was, and knew he was, smarter than everyone else, and somehow thought he could use his intelligence to get himself out of this situation. In the end, he was a con-artist, and he coned a lot of people. Including some other very smart people. Also, I am aware that as soon as I post this, I will get inundated with a bunch of crypto bots trying to get me to buy crypto.

    And the kid is sick. We watched “Let’s Make a Deal” this morning together. That was sweet. She’s running a fever, and feels awful, but she gets the iPad all day, so it’s not all bad.

    And as of this minute, I have yet to be rejected by Taco Bell Quarterly. They are one of my favorite online lit journals, and I’m not saying that because I submitted a story to them. TBQ has an attitude not unlike a favorite underground punk band that is parts hilarious, offensive, and friendly all at the same time. Anyway, the other day TBQ announced that they were sending out rejection letters and… I’m waiting for my rejection letter. They did say it would take some time, as they have to send out 2,800+ rejections. Over on TBQ’s X/Twitter feed, writers who have received their rejections are editing and marking out their letters to create new messages of varying degrees of positive/negative statements. It’s been fun to watch. But still… Where’s my rejection letter?

    Now that Halloween is over, time to start prepping for Thanksgiving. For me, that means making chicken, turkey and mushroom stock ahead of time. As well as stock piling non-perishable food. I’m getting ahead this year, and watch how this will play out. I’m sure I’ll be writing about it often.

  • “Now and Then” The Last Beatles’ Song and Their Legacy

    I am biased toward everything The Beatles do; we should just get that out of the way right now. If you are looking for an objective opinion or review of their new song, “Now and Then,” this isn’t the place. In fact, I won’t review this song because even if it was the worst Beatle song ever, I would still like it. No, what I want to talk about is legacy and The Beatles place in music history.

    Here’s a little background on where this song came from. Back in the early 90’s, Yoko Ono gave Paul McCartney some cassette tapes that John Lennon had recorded songs on back between 1975 to 1980. The three remaining Beatles (Paul, George Harrison, and Ringo Starr) got together to “finish” recording three songs from the tapes, for use on the upcoming release of the Anthology Albums and documentary series. Two of the songs were completed, “Free as a Bird” and “Real Love,” but a third song, “Now and Then” was not completed. The story goes that though they had recorded a version of “Now and Then,” George objected to the sound quality of the cassette tape – specifically the quality of John’s vocal and how it could not be separated from the piano, as John had originally recorded them at the same time back in 1975-80. Jump ahead to Peter Jackson working on the Get Back documentary, where his team used computers and A.I. technology to clean up some of the audio and visuals from the original film and recordings in 1969. Paul and Ringo then had the “Now and Then” song worked on using this technology, thus separating John’s vocal from the piano, rectifying George’s objection to the song. Sadly, George did passed away back in 2001, but with the blessing from George’s family, his recoded parts of the song from the 90’s were reused, and Paul and Ringo rerecorded their parts, and there you have it, “Now and Then.” The Last Beatles song.

    And with this ominous “The Last Beatles Song” which is their words not mine, we are officially entering into the “legacy” period for The Beatles. The Anthology Albums and documentary series were not objective undertakings. That was defiantly the three of them getting to have a say on who and what The Beatles were As such, it felt more like a celebration, not really a history. Peter Jackson’s work on Get Back was breathtaking, if you are a Beatles fan, in how it showed the way the band created songs. But, it was also a push back against the idea that the Get Back sessions were the canary in the coal mine, predicting the impending Beatles break up in early 1970. Maybe “Now and Then” is a bit like cleaning out the closet; wrapping up that last project, before others get their hands on it once Paul and Ringo have passed on.  I won’t be surprised if there aren’t a few more nuggets of Beatles lore and music that come out in the following years.

    And I think it’s a good idea that they do this. I’m a huge Beatles fan, but I wasn’t alive when any of their original albums were released. My daughter was born when only two Beatles were still alive. Her kids are going to be born into a world of no living Beatles, and very few people who were alive when these songs first came out. I say all of this because that’s when the real objective study of The Beatles will begin. The first-hand accounts will be gone, and documentation will have to be studied. If Paul and Ringo want to set the record straight, they better get it in while they can.

  • ODDS and ENDS: Rain, Puddles, Tottenham v Arsenal, and Disco Playlist

    (SWITCH… Jimmy Smits)

    It’s flooding in NYC, y’all! Take a look:

    I found this on Twitter/X this morning showing a bus in Brooklyn. I was out doing the Alt Parking at 8:30am and the water was coming up over the curb. This is a lot of rain. Like Texas flood kind’a rain. And last weekend we had the remnants of that tropical storm sit on top of the City for three days and dump loads of rain. Up where we live in Harlem, I don’t think about it flooding as compared to Lower Manhattan, which doesn’t take much submerge that part of the City. But it just won’t stop.

    Taking the kid to school this morning meant that we had to trudge out in the rain. We had on rain boots, and rain coats, with umbrellas over the top of us. Not that any of this gear stop us from getting wet, but it wasn’t that bad. And what made it a fun walk to school was the numerous amount of puddles along the way. Which, when you are wet already, what’s the harm of slashing in a puddle or two. And there is something deeply innocent and extremely satisfying in stomping through a puddle. It never is not fun. It is an act that serves no purpose other than making you happy, and identifying people who are sticks-in-the-mud.

    The North London Derby ended in a draw. From my totally biased Tottenham Hotspur point of view – it was just as good as a win.

    And, I started making a playlist for when I am at the gym. It’s nothing but disco music, but specifically, the disco music I remember hearing as a kid. And as I am compiling this list, I can’t shake the feeling that this music is sweaty. Like it conjures up the feeling of being hot and sweaty on a dance floor – in the Summer. And it’s not an image I get in my mind, but a feeling, a sensation of being on polyester and dancing.

  • Try Again Tomorrow (Unedited)

    I took the dog to the groomer, and that threw off my entire day.

    I mean it was scheduled. In my calendar, so I knew it was coming. The end result, other that the dog having a very nice “puppy cut,” is that I got nothing dome that I wanted to get done.

    Normally I blog in the morning, but I didn’t get around to it until 6pm today. I didn’t do any journaling, and the sketchbook is just a hope at this point – maybe even a wish.

    But the groomer. Walking the dog twenty blocks to drop her off is what really did it. I know lots of people take their dogs on the subway now, and it doesn’t bother me. But I can’t do it. Only because if another dog got in the car, my dog would go apeshit. That and she’s take a dump on the train. (She once took a huge dump while I was in line at an ATM. That was a good day…) So I have to walk her, and I really don’t mind. I do like our neighborhood.

    Also, this is the closest groomer to our apartment, just in case anyone is wondering…

    Which I know no one is…

    That extra forty blocks really took it outta me. Zapped my energy, and the only thing I kept turning over in my mind was that Lauren Boebert was kicked out of a touring performance of the musical of Beetlejuice in Denver because she was being rowdy and using a vape.

    Ahh…

    Try again tomorrow…