Sheltering in place. Day 10?
NY Gov Andrew Cuomo pre-empts The View. Which is fine. He is a leader and should run for President. Joe Dotard should step aside.
NJ Governor is a jerk and cuts into The Young & The Restless. My renewed few days on stationary bike have therefore withered away. Maybe today.
Celeste Ng’s novel has been made into a series on Hulu. It is great. Little Fires Everywhere. Kerry Washington is fabulous as is the whole cast.
Sappy & soppy but a feel-good diversion. American Idol. Where auditions and heart-break are still normal somewhere. Just Sam!
Coronavirus asymptomatic City isolation side effects.
Parents appreciate teachers every hour of the day.
Misanthropes actually missing people.
Alternate side parking rules suspended.
No traffic. But. No place to go.
Noisy workmen across the street now sound sweet.
Garbage grinding at dawn’ll be missed if gone.
Walks in Central Park a necessary luxury.
Restaurants’ take-out & delivery vital godsends.
Fresh Direct toilet paper scarcer than steak.
Bridezillas getting arrested for large weddings.
Dogs kinda quarantined with owners.
Some better than others.
Spring will happen at 11:49. Looking out the window, I spy an empty bus on Central Park West. A group of young people hugging and taking selfiies, oblivious to social distancing. But. They are the only ones on the sidewalk. A random car or cab appears on the vacant street. Kids are crying below as parents work to find a happy activity on our abandoned block. And. We are only in early days. But. Hey. It’s going to be 70 degrees and the blooms are still popping in the Park.
Perfect read for this mindset:
A Gentleman in Moscow, Amor Towles.
Perfect painting. They can’t cancel Spring. David Hockney:
So far a dreary gray warm season. Today clear crisp sunny and cold. Finally feels like winter. Without the snow. Also it’s dreaded Valentine’s Day. Hardly knew it was coming this year. Mike Bloomberg’s ads are so frequent they’ve taken over the airwaves. So. No pajama-gram or teddy bear spots. Yay. And. It’s his birthday. I know. Obsessed.
In other good news. Ray Donovan is resurrected from cancellation to have a finale. Plus. Tiger is playing in his own tournament. Pretty well.
Leave your hats on. No tear-off chaps. Mini-Mike has his own magic. Lots and lots of cash. Street smarts. Success in private and public sectors. But. Delusional Democrats who profess to care only about beating Trump are writing, and heckling, and scorning his stop-and-frisk and red-lining history. Okay. Maybe some of his words were untoward.
If Bloomberg doesn’t pass the purity test, who’s left? Sorry guys. If he’s not perfect enough you’ll get 4 more years of Trump.
When mAdBen invites his parents for a homemade dinner of Linguine alle Vongole at his sophisticated new uptown flat.
Dolce e delizioso.
Different perspectives. As always. What are they marching about in 2020? Better to be working for Mayor Mike. Or. Somebody who can win. This year snow and bitter wind kept them all away. Only saw an empty CPW with the exception of a bunch of cold cops.
Nancy Pelosi was a little too thrilled about impeaching Trump on Bill Maher’s show. Gloating never a good look. Even if her suit was. Maybe it’s because she’ll soon be Prez if she can get rid of Pence, too.