If you’re running a lost-briefcase-in-the-subway scam that allows you to meet and glom onto naive Good Samaritans, why would you store all your briefcases in an easily accessible, main-floor cabinet that any visitor could accidentally open, and thereby discover your game?
Yesterday rightwing author and columnist Ann Coulter posted an essay, “GUTLESS PRESIDENT IN WALL-LESS COUNTRY“, that called Donald Trump a fraud for walking back his government shutdown threat over the mythical Mexican wall, and claimed that “what he’s doing now absolutely guarantees that the next president will be a Democrat and, given today’s Democratic Party, that president will be Kamala Harris.”
Between this and yesterday’s conservative pushback over his decision to withdraw U.S. troops from Syria, Trump is now grappling with serious criticism if not the beginnings of revolt from righties, which will alter the 2020 narrative if it continues.
Coulter excerpts: “On the basis of his self-interest alone, [Trump] must know that if he doesn’t build the wall, he has zero chance of being re-elected and a 100 percent chance of being utterly humiliated.
“But when Trump is alone with Ivanka, they seem to agree that the wall has nothing to do with it. The people just love him for who he is! In a country of 320 million people, I’m sure there are some, but I have yet to meet a person who said, Yeah, I don’t really care about immigration or trade, I just love his personality!
“[Trump] was the only one talking sense [about immigration]. Unfortunately, that’s all he does: talk. He’s not interested in doing anything that would require the tiniest bit of effort. He’s in trouble now.”
I’ve been a Bruce Springsteen fan for the last 40-odd years, like everyone else. But I never saw him live, not once. The ticket situation always seemed so damn competitive and pricey. I forget how many months ago a Los Angeles attorney friend paid God knows how many hundreds of dollars to catch his one-man Broadway show; even if I could have afforded that I wouldn’t have felt very good about it. There are limits to the value of watching someone perform.
But last night I watched the Springsteen on Broadway show on Netflix, and it got me. But good. I was seriously impressed by the depth of the writing and the caressing emotions I felt as this 69 year-old guy recalled his New Jersey-based life — the childhood, the conflicts, the rock ‘n’ roll salvation. It was like being with a good friend or something, and listening to him unload.
I’m not a passionate “New Jersey guy” the way Springsteen is, but it felt to me like great heart-touching poetry. For the first time in my life I felt myself melting as I listened to this and that song. The New Jersey I knew as a kid and a teenager was horrific in some ways — I was actually delighted to move to Connecticut, once I got to know it — but for some reason I was feeling the old pangs anyway. That’s Bruce for you — his stuff reaches out and takes hold.
It’s a journey, this show…a ride and a walk into the past, and a sad, shared appreciation of a whole lot of things about American life, about the after-taste of the ’50s, ’60s and ’70s and how much of the home-grown fibre has been tainted or swallowed by corporatism or narcotized by opioids over the last 35 or 40 years.
I somehow didn’t realize that Bruce’s between-song patter would be so skillfully written and performed just so. It’s his story and his heart and everything he’s seen and been through, but he’s sharing it as a “performance.” He’s acting but at the same just being.
I don’t know at what precise point the show began to get to me, but I it might have been during his low-key delivery of “My Hometown.” Also “Tenth Avenue Freeze Out”, “The Rising,” “Dancing in the Dark”…hell, all of it.
The show runs 153 minutes — it feels like 70 or 80.
Clint Eastwood is pushing 89 but still has a nice clean jawline. I don’t meant to sound obsessive, but Joe “turkey wattle” Biden, 76, needs to “Clint up” before he announces his Presidential candidacy sometime next year. Joe knows what to do. He’s been no stranger to this and procedure over the years. He was a hair-plug pioneer way back in the late ’80s or thereabouts, and it probably helped him a lot.
Killer Farber Quote #1: “Ashes In The Snow is a bit too somber and unrelentingly bleak to draw much of an audience beyond the festival circuit, but it does showcase a number of talented actors and filmmakers.”
Killer Farber Quote #2: “The film is heartfelt and often powerful, but sometimes too sluggish to carry maximum impact.”
Killer Farber Quote #3: “Ashes In The Snow [is] punishing rather than dramatically gripping. There is not enough variety in the scenes of torment to keep us fully engaged, and the pacing sometimes flags. It is admittedly a challenge to execute this kind of story of brutalization without leaving the audience feeling somewhat brutalized as well. The history is very much worth retelling, but the film might have benefited from a touch of poetry along with the misery.”
Imagine the feelings of absolute devastation if the All-Powerful Movie Godz of the Apoocalypse were to suddenly appear on the highest Hollywood mountaintop and proclaim “for the next five years creative content providers are hereby forbidden to work in horror, zombie, comic-book and and superhero genres.”
Tens of thousands would be stranded, panic-stricken, without a paddle…unable to earn a paycheck. The result would be for all practical purposes an industry-wide Armageddon.
I’ve no problem watching a film on the Macbook Pro with earphones, but every so often I’ll “mirror” a film so I can see it on the Sony SONY XBR-65X930C, which I bought in April 2016. I use a “Mirror for Samsung TV” app, which has worked pretty well. Because I use a Samsung 4K Bluray player as the principal mirroring device.
Except last night, just as I was firing up the app for another mirroring, the sound quit on me. The problem didn’t originate with any of the hooked-up devices (Roku player, Samsung 4K Bluray, Oppo Bluray, cable TV) — something just shut off within the TV itself. Bing! Thank you, Sony, and thanks also to God the Father Almighty, maker of heaven and earth and all living things.
So I spent an hour or so trying the usual remedies…nothing. I tried reading the basic manual, I went into chat rooms, this and that.
Then I called three or four Sony tech support numbers, only one of which offered a human being — a carefully mannered fellow who spoke with what sounded to me like a kind of speech impediment. (He had trouble with certain vowels.) The first thing out of his mouth was “we don’t assist people with TVs manufactured in 2015,” which translates as “if you want our help your TV has to be newer.” I said I fully realize that I’m an unworthy, low-rent customer for owning a TV made three years ago and therefore out of warranty, but that I’d be glad to pay for his technical assistance. He tried to fob me off with an offer of emailed instructions, but I asked him to please show a little basic humanity and help over the phone.
What I didn’t want to hear from this guy was “go to settings and do a basic factory reset.” Because with the slow-as-molasses software downloads and installations and my having to input all the device passwords this effort would consume at least a couple of hours of my time. But that’s what he said.
Me: “Are you really sure that a basic factory reset is the only way to fix this audio problem?” Sony tech guy: “Yes.” Me: “How long have you been doing this job?” Sony tech guy: “Six years.” Me: “So I presume you’ve spoken to a few Sony TV owners who’ve experienced the same problem?” Sony tech guy: “Yes.” Me: “And each and every time you’ve told them to do a basic factory reset??” Sony tech guy: “Yes.” In other words, this guy was and is a lazy, manual-reading toad.
I initiated a hard factory reset an hour ago. The software downloading process is taking forever, and there’s all the username and password loading for the connected devices yet to come. Update: Everything is up and working again, but I doubt if I’m going to “mirror” anything again. Not. at least, with that “Mirror for Samsung TV” app.
“Who Cares?” is a track off Paul McCartney‘s Egypt Station album, which popped on 9.7.18. The basic message of Brantley Gutierrez and Ryan Heffington‘s “Who Cares?” video (shot on 65mm film) is that bullying really sucks. But most of us understand that.
The dialogue exchange at the beginning is the most interesting part. McCartney, playing a graying, gentle-mannered hypnotist called “Dr. Lorenz” (no first name?), asks a frazzled-looking Emma Stone about her emotions of the moment. She answers yes to all the antsy negatives. Then Dr. Lorenz mentions the power of suggestion. He turns on his early 20th Century swirling hypnosis device and suddenly we’re swimming in an animated, candy-coated Ken Russell fantasy video, straight out of The Boy Friend or Tommy.
Stone is totally unrecognizable in her flaming-orange-hair kabuki makeup. McCartney needs to dial back on the large shocks of silver hair — he needs to go back to little sprigs of gray around his ears and side temples, but no gray on top. If he insists on showing his age I would suggest that he go with dyed dark-gray hair mixed with silvery-white sprigs. Sounds weird, I know, but it works for some.
William Shatner didn’t say the name “Maximilien Robespierre” but he did say the #MeToo movement has become “hysterical” and likened it to the French Revolution.
That’s it for Shatner, right? But what measures should be taken? Should he be shunned, shut down, subjected to a harsh backside paddling? Or should we just treat him like a drooling old guy and ignore him to death? Whatever the comintern wants to do is okay with me. I’m all ears — I just follow orders.
Shatner: ‘In 2018 we have the #MeToo movement, which I think is great, that these hidden forces are exposed and not to be allowed and women have equal rights. I’ve got three daughters [aged 60, 57 and 54], I’m all for that.”
Letter to friend about Woody Allen-Christina Engelhardt thing: “Last night a Facebook guy mentioned Christina’s interview about Woody and she having had a long-term consensual thing in the ’70s and ’80s, and is so doing called Allen’s behavior ‘ugly.’ Perhaps a bit selfish and exploitive to some extent but hardly cruel or demonic. Remember that Christina stayed in that relationship for seven or eight years and that she isn’t condemning Allen or expressing regrets now. Did Allen behave like an opportunistic libertine? Yeah, but to my knowledge he didn’t do anything of a criminal or horrid nature. The ’70s and ’80s exuded a different climate — there was a different sexual ethos in the wind. It used to be okay to be semi-open about stuff like this, but no longer.”
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