Today is a flying-back-to-L.A.-on-Continental- Airlines day. An hour and 20 minutes before I need to leave and I haven’t even packed yet, so that’s it for stories and postings until I get to Newark Airport ….maybe. In fond memory of the last month or so, some final snaps…
8th Avenue and 53rd…or something close to that — Friday, 1.5.07, 2:50 pm; there but for the grace of God; rain always helps; I just realize what Helen Mirren needs to do to get away from her inevitable-Best Actress-recipient aura of loftiness, which a lot of people out there are getting sick of — she needs to do a carefuly lighted, black-and-white Charlize Theron photo session, and thereby blow the whole prim-and-proper Queen Elizabeth thing out of the water; parking rage; sea bass ordered and slowly consumed (so as to fully savor every bite) at Friday lunch with the Warner Bros. new media publicity guys
