Football. Rodgers out. Injury. Quel surprise. It’s like getting nuts. And. The worst call ever by a remote video team against the NY Jets. Took away a clear touchdown called correctly on the field. Patriot’s owner was hanging out with CBS chief Les Moonves in his box. Do I smell payoff?
Television roulette. Every Sunday. No shows the rest of the week. All packed into one night. Last week’s Parts Unknown with Anthony Bourdain and Eric Ripert in the French Alps was cry laugh out loud. Ray Donovan is so dark this season have to watch Curb Your Enthusiasm as an antidote. And. Has anyone seen Vice Principals? Happened into it. Not sure what it’s about, but it is beyond weird. DVR’d the rest for nights when nothing’s on.
BROKEN RECORD ALERT!
Okay. I surrender. Dogs win. If you are allergic to them, you are screwed. Now it seems Mount Holyoke College and many others are allowing “comfort” pets in dorms to soothe the nerves of snowflakes. Forget that some poor kid is anxious about having an asthma attack or getting mauled. And. Unless human passengers can prove they can fly without having a medical reaction, they are dragged off the plane. The dogs stay.
Allergies to cigarette smoke, peanuts. Totally accommodated. Allergies to pets. Nope. Sorry. Not politically correct.
So. Days on end of swirling hurricane maps. Even through commercial breaks. Reporters straining against rain and wind. Again. For days on end. Natural disasters to be sure. Live shots of flooded streets and blown-away homes. Houston. Key West. San Juan. But. Where is the coverage of the California wild fires?
Is it just me or is this story relegated behind headlines of Donald & Harvey? No 24/7 coverage of true devastation, 30 dead, hundreds missing. Wineries. Vineyards. Businesses. Whole neighborhoods! Why not the same attention?
Jonas Bronck, a Dutch settler for whom New York City’s northern borough is named. Home of Arthur Avenue, a Zoo and of course the “Bronx Bombers”. Ironic that the iconic New York Yankees’ dramatic series comeback was capped off by Didi Gregorius, born in Amsterdam. Of the chivalrous order of Oranje. His two homers sealed the deal to win the Division title. A rare baseball import from Holland playing for New Netherland’s most famous team.
The Yankees, derived from the male name Janke, what Dutch-speaking Americans were called back in the day. Go Didi. Go Jankes!
Right-wing bad-boys. Bill O’Reilly. Roger Ailes. Donald Trump. Left-wing bad-boys. Teddy Kennedy. Jack Kennedy. Bill Clinton. Harvey Weinstein. Yeah. It all depends. Hypocrisy rules. Always. Follow the money.
And. Please. Can we finally dispense with all things Sylvia Plath?
Favorite passtime. Forking Around. Crush at the vineyards on the North Fork. Farmstands brimming with apples, mums and cider donuts. Autumnal colors in full bloom.
Paumanok Vineyards. Aquebogue.
Harbes Family Farm. Mattituck.
Then. Shelter Island ferries to the South Fork for a warm sunny beach week in Napeague & Montauk. Clam Bar & Gosman’s still bopping. Yes. It is October!
Golf Ball. President’s Cup. A yawn of vanilla look-alike Americans vs. unknown international team. Ex-Prez’s Billy, George, Barack together. Hey. It’s right across the river at Liberty National. NFL has taken a knee financially as controversy sorts itself while the real crime of physical injuries sidelined. These days it’d be good to be confined inside a nutshell.
As Hamlet lamented to Rosnecrantz and Gildenstern: “O God, I could be bounded in a nutshell and count myself a king of infinite space, were it not that I have bad dreams.”
Ian McEwan took this as his conceit for Nutshell, a novel. Our latest book group pick. Some of us liked it more than others. A fetus’ view from the womb. Premise a bit ludicrous. Some ludic moments. A long short story that seemed meant more to expound on the global issues of his time, McEwan’s pedantic take on Mother earth being poisoned, North Korea, Iran, race, religion. Unborn nugget sees what’s wrong in his own upcoming life and the world at large.