Fargo. The series got an Emmy. True Detective directing. That was it. Seriously mad. Don’t like Sherlock, Modern Family, Veep. Didn’t see Breaking Bad. Least faves. Seth was okay. Billy’s eulogy too soon. Re-treads. Same names over again. No Mad Men??? House of Cards??? Game of Thrones??? Jon Voight??? Jon Hamm??? Don Draper best character in history of TV. Stupid.
Lena Dunham wore what the Emmy award show regurgitated. Okay. I’m done. Ray Donovan still rocks.
Best Emmy choices ever. Danes, Wright, Dockery, Lena’s Heady and Dunham. Voight, Hamm, Billy Bob, Freeman, McConaughey, Harrelson, Kevin Spacey.
Speaking of House of Cards, another binge-worthy NetFlix series. The Fall with Gillian Anderson. Creepy but good. Ray Donovan renewed for Season 3. Yay.
Forget Barclay’s. Maureen Dowd took fore metaphors to their test in her funny and brilliant Golf Address. A riff on Gettysburg and Obama’s bunker jones.
Summer Seafood Stew for Two. RecipeDetours.
Quonquont Farm. Whately, Massachusetts.
Photos by Gary F. Levine
It is hard to see images of a war zone erupting again in our own country. Militarized police who live in the suburbs and have no connection to the communities they serve. But, as this WashPost article so disturbingly illustrates, perceptions begin to form during pre-school. Prophecies fulfilled. Pope Francis said that the biggest threat to peace in the world is young men without jobs. True here as well as Iraq and beyond. Mixed with outside provocateurs. Boom.
Hay fever is here. Sneezing. No sleeping. So, turned to a new book. We Are Liars, by E. Lockhart. Loved the cadence of her writing, poetic at times. Intriguing mystery on a private island owned by a rich dysfunctional family. Interspersed fairy tales added to the subterfuge. Didn’t like Cadence, the main character. A privileged superficial girl. Tragic consequences of misguided teens. It’s a theme.
OK. It’s Fall. Low sun. Chill nights. Last roses. Goldenrod. Ragweed. Football. Matt Weiner previewing last 7 episodes of MadMen on Morning Joe. Kids going back to school. College. Whew. Porch-friendly summer. Lots of books. So.
Civilized communication exhumed in the heartland. Bloodless coup in Iraq. Todd takes over MTP from Gregory. No Curry-esque humiliation on-air. Another Sunday surprise. Holder nominated to replace Ginsberg on the Supreme Court? Tiger gives Watson cover. Takes himself out of Ryder Cup. Euro-year anyway.
Black cherry tomatoes. Neighbor’s novel garden treat.
Back to Iraq. We need villains to justify military action. ISIS is a worthy genocidal nemesis. Why can’t we mount an attack to obliterate them? Years of failed wars and occupations. Fear-mongering as pretense after 9/11 has depleted spirit and treasure paralyzing the Pentagon for decades to come.
Happy rewind. We were eating at E’Angelo in San Francisco when mAdBen was a few months old. Robin Williams walked in with a baby girl in his snuggly. She was wearing the same hat as Ben’s. Unique from a Jackson Street boutique. Dr.Husband nodded to baby girl and said, “nice hat”. Robin replied, “nice hat”, nodding at Ben. They traded baby names. Hers Zelda. Ben and Zelda met again as toddlers listening to stories around the blue rug at San Fran’s JCC pre-school. Dad Robin often joined in and animatedly read to them.