Cross Town Thoughts
The Tiger has been silenced. A new cub roars. PGA winner Rory McIlroy. Second major at 23. Youth be served. 1989 babies are talented. Northern Ireland proud. England’s elder invitee David Lynn runner-up. Brits rule.
Olympics left me lacking. Didn’t watch much. Too many obscure sports. London was the star. Imagined brilliantly. Hope you will compliment them now, Mitt.
Back home, weekend fare. Little Necks Nectar. Summer Supper- RecipeDetours.com.
Loved Danny Dickensian Boyle production. Like a laser beam into intimate history of the United Kingdom. Brilliant. Then, oy vey. Just starting the “M”‘s at 10:30 P.M. Three hours in. Commercials every ten minutes. I know, mAdBen, it’s your livelihood. But, geez. It’s all about NBC, not the athletes. Olympinoxious.
Zzzomney should have warned us about the snooze-a-thon to come. By the time the torch is lit, I’ll be snoring. DVR anyone?
Federer bested the Brit last weekend at Wimbledon. Olympics next week. Tomorrow begins the quest for the claret jug. Will Tiger win a major across the pond? Pothole bunkers, linksy dawn television coverage with Sergio and Justin. First tee a par 3 test. I know, frivolous in light of serious recent events. But, air-conditioned marathon continues. Pip, pip, cheerio.
Good books set in England if you don’t like sports~
Derby Day, D.J. Taylor. Victorian-esque novel.
The Strange Fate of Kitty Easton, Elizabeth Speller. Downton meets Easton.
Tiger is back! Mad sick chip on the 16th. Jack Nicklaus said it was the gutsiest, best golf shot he’s ever seen. It was so much fun to watch. Long time coming.
Lane’s demise was predictable. As was Jaguar not starting. Don should have protected himself and the agency by confiscating Lane’s keys and making him leave immediately. Wait until he finds out about the big loan. Don is now haunted by two suicides for which he feels culpable. He bears no blame for Lane’s, he was too humane. Glen and Sally. Strange. Gratuitous. One more episode.
Matt Creamer’s AdAge recap spot on. Change in profit margins of ad agencies when fees/commissions replaced fat retainers. Life is crappy theme. Sally’s first period frame made him drop his iPad. In so many ways. Eeeyuu.
Dear Mr. President. Hurry up and get a new team. Leadership. Now. Krugman is right. It’s not the time for austerity in this teetering global economy.
Happy Easter. Passover. Cashews unite! Seder at Sue’s. Egg hunt in Pound Ridge with Ari Fleischer. Whaddya gonna do? Red buds blooming. Weeping cherry, too.
Will Sergio win his first major? I’m still betting on Rory. Tiger self-destructing, can he turn it around? Then there’s always Phil. Go, Freddie, still a kid at 52.
Alton Brown’s sweet potato waffles, Easter menus. recipedetours.com
32,000 Side Trekkers. Reading ‘tea leaves’ theme of the week. “When will things get back to normal?” MadMan Roger’s plaintive query. 1966.
So… 2012. Sarah will beat Katie in the ratings. Lame stream media loses either way. Cheeleaders, murders. But, hey I’m watching. Sad. Valerie Jarrett and the current Obama team needs to be replaced. Speaking of weak. Oh no! Now Beverly Hills housewives, desperation on GMA. Done. Back to Mika & Joe.
Kentucky beats Kansas. Yawwwn. Got my pink hat out. Will IBM’s CEO Ginni Rometty wear a green jacket? I say not. Can’t wait for the Masters and the return of Spring weather. A little iced English breakfast tea, please. recipedetours.com
Back roads thoughts. Hipster branding. Logo re-treads.Can you have a funeral for a house? Do dwellings have souls? Next door neighbors moved to Boston yesterday. Home is empty after five now-grown kids were raised there. Do memories reside in the walls, or…
First day of Summer today? No. Despite 80-degree week. Vernal Equinox. Spring. James Beard finalists. La Grenouille-NY and Boulevard-SF endure. Peyton supplanting Tebow. Is there a god?
31,000 SideTrekkers. Tightly wound waking up to daylight. An hour late. What does it say that we finally succumbed to buy HBO for Game Change? Julianne Moore was transcendent. Juxtaposed with Tina Fey, more the real Sarah. Woody Harrelson as Schmidt great. Ed Harris’ McCain the true traitor. Country Last.
SNL back to stretching unfunny sketches too long. Jonah Hill was clearly reading cue cards. mAdBen got to hear Herbie Hancock play his classics including ‘Watermelon Man‘ at LincolnCenter Jazz. Speaking of ads, Cartier is gorgeous. Can Tiger turn his flashes of the old brilliance into a consistent tournament? And… Jessica Sanchez. Wow. Remember that name.
Beautiful day on Monterey Bay. Got your spyglass out, K9Queen? You’re a 5-iron away. The only tourney where a 63 beats a 61. Tiger’s putter is out. Too easy.
Is the debate really about Catholics, morality, contraception, faith, healthcare? No. It’s what it’s always about. Money. Can Romney win over CPAC hearts?
Bon weekend.
Manning. Ham. Eli. Mario. The Catch 2012. Whatta game. Tommy’s mommy uh wifey mad. Too bad. Hubby’s safety changed the end game. Speaking of manning up, Obama waffled and wiggled with Lauer. Doritos ad guy my man, where’s the cat, Mr. Brindle Great Dane? Clint. Meanwhile, did Bates kill his wife?
Side Trek . NYC 