A tilt in the winter air. Lunar eclipse could be seen by West Siders on a clear night. Yet. Nothing seems right.
Super Bowl teams decided by a bad call and a coin toss. HBO’s excellent Brexit with Benedict Cumberbatch sheds chilling light on what happened both there and here in 2016. The Mercer’s and Cambridge Analytica are responsible for it all. Steve Bannon, too. A must see.
True Detective music. Season three.
NFL Conference Playoffs set. Youth be served. Mahomes at 22 and McVay at 32. Yet. The experience of Belichick and Brady and their arsenal cannot be denied. The Pats look as sharp as they’ve ever been.
Ray Donovan’s season finale took on a grisly Fargo-esque end. Chainsaws and shovels were involved. Bridget earned her place in the family. Vengeances dealt. Rule of play. Never mess with Ray’s kids.
William Barr takes questions in his confirmation hearing to become AG in a most crucial time. He seems a perfect QB for the DOJ of today.
The celebration of President 41, George H.W. Bush’s life revealed a man who was a bright point of light. As Alan Simpson said in the line of the day, “Those who travel the high road of humility in Washington, D.C. are not bothered by heavy traffic.”
The Presidents and First Ladies sitting in the front pew of the National Cathedral sure didn’t seem to want to be with each other and looked as dreary as today’s political climate.
Golden Globe 2019 nominations reflect a great year of television creations. Sharp Objects. Killing Eve. Barry. A Very English Scandal. Marvelous Mrs. Maisel. All favorites in our house. Where are The Romanoffs? Best of the lot. Each episode a unique beautifully woven tapestry. And. Ray.
6″ of snow in Central Park. Heavy and horizontal. While. Bleachers going up for the parade. Hope next Thursday will be clearer. In the meantime, enjoy a Diego Rivera mural as Matt Weiner paints a gorgeous tableau about love. The Romanoff’s in Mexico City. Sweet vignettes. Best one yet.
And. Can easily buy guns and drugs online. Yet. Still can’t figure out how to vote. Sad.
The final season of House of Cards is a pathetic celebration of stereotypes. With a little ridiculousness added. Claire Hale Underwood. The first woman President schemes to become Vice President before she inherits the job from a complicit murder of Frank Underwood, her President husband. Then she spars with her bff mean-girl rival born of old prep school jealousies. Random. Lame. Finally. She becomes hormonally psychotic in the Oval Office. Even Hillary seems sane compared to this. Sorry feminists. Claire makes you all look so bad! Sad.
Robin Wright v. Diane Lane. The latter better in The Romanoffs.
Sports. World Series. First time Boston and (former) Brooklyn Dodgers meet since 1916, when they were called the Robins and Babe Ruth pitched for the BoSox.
Books. Read 2. Both had cats but liked them anyway. French Exit by Patrick deWitt. Amusant. Author of The Sisters Brothers. Red River by Amy Lloyd. Capote-worthy psycho character.
Television. Well Amazon. 2 more Romanoffs. Very different. Loved each. Modern marriage gone bad. Sweet revenge. And. Christina Hendricks with Isabelle Huppert. Diabolique.
Politics. Liberal cable viewers. On a good day 2 million. Trump Twitter followers 53 million. Oops.
Inès Melab and an excellent cast in The Romanoff’s first episode, The Violet Hour. With Marthe Keller and Aaron Eckhart an unexpectedly sweet fairy tale. From Mad Men’s Matt Weiner.
Showtime. Patrick Mahomes. Baby-faced phenom Kansas City Chiefs Quarterback. Almost pulled off a win against the Patriots in Foxboro. Brady, Gronk, Hightower all gave respect.
Meghan & Harry expecting in the Spring.