Saturday, June 25, 2016
Friday, June 24, 2016
everly single weekend
Dream, dream, dream, dream
Dream, dream, dream, dream
When I want you in my arms
When I want you and all your charms.
Whenever I want you, all I have to do is
Dream, dream, dream, dream.
When I feel blue in the night
And I need you to hold me tight
Whenever I want you
All I have to do is dream.
I can make you mine, taste your lips of wine
Anytime night or day.
Only trouble is, gee whiz
I’m dreamin my life away.
I need you so that I could die
I love you so and that is why
Whenever I want you, all I have to do is dream.
shine a light
Labels: ClockTower, Music
Thursday, June 23, 2016
lost its Roots
For those too young to remember the wry intelligence of Jack Paar or the impeccible standards of Johnny Carson, you’d be forgiven to think Fallon is in their league.
He is not.
What Jimmy Fallon does best of all is pander.
Haven't you noticed?
EV-ery one is the BEST and EV-ery thing is hilariously funny, to the point where his insincerity and need to be loved just makes me cringe.
Throw in his stupid drinking games and antics worthy of Ms. Marples third grade assembly, and we have the first ever Tonight Show-lite.
An entire *thing* has developed around his fake laugh!
But Fallon remains the undisputed king of late-night TV ratings-wise.
Kimmel has been hanging in with help from the NBA finals.
The true heir apparent to the insightful intelligence and the political wisdom of what was once late night tv?
But Colbert's so down in the ratings he’ll be lucky to be renewed.
Maybe a fake laugh in a fat suit is what the people really want?
Wednesday, June 22, 2016
Tuesday, June 21, 2016
you know all the words to THIS song
New York will thank you
Remember when the NYPD turned their backs on deBlasio?
In another indictment unsealed yesterday Jeremy Reichberg, fundraiser for Bill de Blasio, has been charged with providing prostitutes to garner cooperation from the NYPD.
If you still think this mayor is anything better than pondscum,
you haven’t been paying attention.
Monday, June 20, 2016
some are careers, summer less so
There’s a thoughtful piece published this morning about Summer jobs.
It reminds us the harsh, blue-collar stuff we often did in our teens and early 20’s paid real cash and valuable dividend that can go unnoticed.
Three cases in point: A young immigrant woman works her ass off in a drycleaning shop surrounded by rude chemicals and even ruder customers, going on to a 30 year career guiding a legendary global fashion brand.
The offpsring worked in a noisy-greasy-nasty-hectic burger shop, coming home exhausted and smelling of fried food every night, her hair and skin a greasy mess.
Today she consults to the world’s brands on their
interactive web presence.
I mixed concrete for a stone mason in freezing winter, so cold I had to add antifreeze to the water.
First my fingers, then my hands grew so numb from hypothermia I eventually couldn’t feel the coarse cinderblocks on my raw fingertips.
I didn’t want to do that for the rest of my life.
So I wound up bouncing back and forth across the Atlantic for 20 years, splashing light around in museums and fashion events and the occasional trade show.
The point is, in each case we were taught important lessons about working hard for a living.
If you can remember something similar
you are a better person for the drive and the character you gained.
I’ll bet today you can always feel your fingertips, too.
Sunday, June 19, 2016
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