And so it begins. Mueller Time. Republicans will look to AG Barr’s washing away any evidence of high crimes and misdemeanors as redemption. Democrats will see Barr’s news conference as a whitewash of obstruction charges. As always, each side will take away the words which corroborate its own Trump narrative.
Journalism’s low bar for objectivity no more glaring than anchors’ hair on fire even before the report is released.
Nancy Pelosi will ultimately play Pontius Pilate.
In better news. Mayor Pete can speak beautiful French. Just to brighten his halo before an NYC fundraiser. And. Capitalism again rules. $800 million already raised to rebuild Notre Dame.
Queens ruled at the Oscars of 2019. Bohemian Rhapsody. Rami Malek walked like an Egyptian. Olivia Coleman in The Favourite. Adam Lambert my favorite of all Queens. Mad World. Lady Gaga reigned supreme.
Angela Bassett wins best everything in her stunning pink gown. Stupidest dress Kacey Musgraves’ pink mess. So yes. Another year. Another show.
Doilies. Charming Victorian crochet things. Collars. Coasters. Chair head rests in China. Backing for traditional Valentines. How did we get from those to life-sized Teddy Bears and onesie pajama-grams? Yeesh.
Don’t plan on putting your Starbucks mug on a Schultz for President doily. His town hall was a snooze fest. He’s good at defining problems. Short on solutions. Waiting for a candidate with charisma. Or Mike.
Roma should have been called Agua. Rain water. Hose water. Drain water. Water dripping from laundry. From awnings. Standing water. Muddy water. Swamp water. Tea water. Sea water. Water breaking. Okay. We get it. Water is the metaphor. For what? Life? Men running through women’s lives and leaving them alone?
The movie did achieve an intimate portrayal. Exquisite filmmaking. Beautiful period art piece. It will probably earn an Oscar for Cuarón.
Nancy held her ground. And the FAA made the day. Air traffic controllers the tipping point. Shut show is over. For now. Pelosi wins this round.
A Pablo Neruda stanza shared today evokes the vast air of loss.
Es una casa tan grande la ausencia
que pasarás en ella a través de los muros
y colgarás los cuadros en el aire
Absence is a house so vast that you will pass through it and its walls and hang paintings in the air – my translation
No air space. Now it’s global.
NFL Wild Card games lackluster. None of the teams seemed well coached or strong enough to make it to the Super Bowl. Silly rules changes and officiating. More wounded warriors.
The Golden Globes were duller than ever. Sandra and Andy no chemistry and the snow flakes wouldn’t let them tell any funny jokes. Women’s skin all out there. Don’t look, though! They’ll sue you. Hypocrisy of Hollywood knows no bounds. However. It was a good night for Levine’s.
Gary Levine, head of Showtime programming and Chuck Lorre (aka Levine). Why did Chuck change his name from Levine to Lorre?
“The reason I changed my name was simple. My mother, never a fan of my father’s family, had an unfortunate habit of using Levine as a stinging insult. When displeased with me, she would often say/shriek, “You know what you are? You’re a Levine! A no good, rotten Levine!”
But. Then he realized that in England he’d become Chuck Truck.
Novel and stage play by Alexandre Dumas, fils. Later adapted by Giuseppe Verdi to La Traviata.
Tickets to the Metropolitan Opera. Christmas gift from our fils. Parterre box.
New production with James Levine’s replacement. Montreal’s Yannick Nézet-Séguin. Unique deathbed retrospective one venue set, it brings all of Violetta’s life into her room with the requisite pathos and an added Ballet Jeté ensemble just because. Bavarian soprano Diana Damrau cajoled Violetta’s lacrime in a controlled splendor. The crowd loved it and her.