I’ve never personally been faced with a decision to respond in any physically demonstrative way to a banana protruding from a woman’s vagina. Nor am I even faintly implying that there’s anything necessarily wrong with banana vagina activity, whether or not it peripherally involves Lizzo.
As a rule HE generally steers clear of stories like this,
Since seeing Oppenheimer I’ve been feeling very supportive of Josh Hartnett, who gives a mature and highly convincing performance as nuclear physicist Ernest Lawrence. It’s a major career bump for a guy I’ve admired and have followed for over 20 years — The Virgin Suicides, Black Hawk Down, Pearl Harbor, Hollywood Homicide and Mozart and the Whale in the early days.
And then I saw this appalling sweater-and-shirt combo — one of the most seriously frightful mine eyes have ever beheld. The sweater alone! How can a reputable actor wear stuff like this? Obviously a small matter but still.
I’m still perusing Jack Smith’s new Trump indictment, but right now (i.e., as far as I’ve read) it seems to boil down to three conspiracies: (a) an attempt to defraud the United States, (b) an attempt to obstruct an official government proceeding and (c) a third to deprive people of civil rights provided by federal law or the Constitution.
Basically it’s a fork shoved into his flabby bloated gut for trying to overthrow the 2020 election.
Does this mean Smith (I’m slow with legal jargon so please bear with me) is charging Trump with having blatantly incited the Jan. 6th assault upon the Capitol building for the purposes of obstructing the electoral vote count? Or with having aided and abetted the assault by waiting 187 minutes to attempt to call upon his followers to cease and desist. Apparently so but I’m still sifting through the particulars.
…at 15 mph on a Manhattan-bound 7 train. Grateful for the transportation and the a.c., of course, but otherwise a miserable environment to endure. I’ve ridden mass transit systems all over the world, and New York’s subway service is the absolute pits. Oldies, fatties and those burdened with heavy luggage forced to climb stairs half the time…it really sucks.
I’m “glad”, in a sense, for having visited the friendly but dull and desolate urban wasteland that is Detroit.
I spoke to a cabdriver who’s lived in Detroit for 65 years. “When was Detroit’s peak era?” I asked. “The late ‘50s,” he replied.
The Flixbus journey from Detroit to London, Ontario was visually pleasant — flat cornfield farmland with occasional silos and vast blue skies. It reminded me of southern Texas and the long agricultural and steer-grazing stretch between Buenos Aires and Mar del Plata, Argentina.
The flat, modest, sprawling village of Grand Bend, Ontario is fine as far as it goes. A well-tended place, friendly people, a nice library, most of the usual amenities.
Alas, many of the weekend tourists roaming around near the crowded Lake Huron shoreline were chubby or porcine and wearing, of course, the usual low-rent garb. I felt truly sorry for their full-of-beans, bright-eyed toddlers, knowing they’re almost certainly doomed to look and behave the same as they come into adulthood.
We are living through a period of a general lack of refinement, slovenliness and cultural decline, and all you can do is slowly shake your head like Jose Ferrer’s Turkish Bey in Lawrence of Arabia and mutter “I am surrounded by cattle.”
There are certainly no persons resembling Peter O’Toole, Claude Rains, Omar Sharif, Anthony Quinn, Jack Hawkins or Anthony Quayle on the tree-lined streets of Grand Bend — I can tell you that for certain.
Okay, I’m partially taking that back. There was one exceptionally attractive and interesting person I ran into in Grand Bend — a young, slender and rather tall Vietnamese woman named Liz, a waitress at a disappointing Japanese restaurant and a resident of nearby Goderich. She wouldn’t have been cast in Lawrence but she was certainly genteel and well-spoken. David Lean would have given her a large tip.
Did the 20th Century realm that I knew as a New Jersey suburban kid and a young lad in Connecticut, Boston and NYC…maybe it never precisely existed as I recall it although I’m 100% certain that people were a lot thinner back then. Either way that era is gone for good now.