Quasi Inferno

Victor Hugo gasps as the flaming spire falls through the roof. Quasimodo emerges from the embers. He is stunned. Can it be true? The bell towers are intact. He climbs to ring a carillon call of relief.

Notre Dame. Our Lady of Paris survives. She lives to see her baby on the altar on Good Friday. Okay. He’s nailed to a cross. But. Hey. He’ll rise on Easter Sunday. As will The Cathedral. Yay.

 

  • Photo. Cathedral of St. John the Divine. NYC.
    Christmas Eve 2018. Ben Levine.
    Bizarre coincidence. St. John had a fire this week. On Palm Sunday.

Mayors Mike & Pete

My go-to guy for President, Mike Bloomberg, may still run. As a Democrat. Maybe he can run with Mayor Pete. East Coast short guy. Mid-west short guy. Great ticket! Smartest duo on the planet. Sign me up.

What a debate stage it’ll be. Joe smelling Kamala’s hair. Beto standing on the podium waving his arms. Amy eating salad with her comb. Granny Warren hawking her Native American cookbook. Bernie yelling “billionaires!” Mayors Mike & Pete answering policy questions. And a bunch of others milling around trying to look relevant. Can’t wait!

Trump Abruptly Resigns!

TTSD is over! No more Trump! Sorry. April Fool’s.

What is true is that Mayor Pete raised over $7m in the first quarter. You’re welcome. And. Michigan State really did beat Duke. I Am Not Charlotte Simmons. And. Texas Tech also made it to the Final Four. And. It’s a bright sunny Spring day. So Yay.

Winter’s Tail

Last gasps of a long gray if fairly mild winter. In between Saints Days. Patrick and Joseph. Ready for Spring.

Rory went on to win The Players. He’s a good rep of the sport. Even if everyone wished him happy green when he’s orange.

Opined away on Frank Bruni’s column about the college cheating scandal. And. Maureen’s Dowd’s query, Is The Force With Beto?

Why. Every time I flip onto the end of Rachel Ray, she seems to be making mushy slop not even appetizing to a dog.

The Last Journalists

Jill Abramson, former Executive Editor of the New York Times, has squandered her opportunity to tell the truth about the lack of objectivity in the current news business. The fact that she is charged with plagarism takes her valid insights off the track.

However, Lara Logan who still has a lot to lose, had the courage to speak out about modern reporting. Bias. Agendas. Scripted narratives. Editing stories to fit the prejudice and slant. It matters not to her whether it’s to the right or the left. It is rare to find anyone in so-called journalism circles brave enough to risk their careers.

Hit Pieces

Who is out to get Minnesota Senator Amy Klobuchar? Right before she announces her Presidential run. Snow flake staff say she was too tough on them. But. Who leaked the report to HuffPost? Let the games begin.

#MeToo? No. #TrumpToo. Presidential harassment. That’s what we’ll hear. For the next 2 years.

Recently had brunch at Café Luxembourg. A noisy crowded UWS staple. Kate Walsh said she used to waitress there and it was so bad during brunch she got fired for rolling her eyes. Don’t blame her.

Velvet Buzzsaw. Goofy gory spoof of the corrupt Art World. Jake Gyllenhaal zany as you’ve never seen him before.

David Pecker outing Jeff Bezos’.

Tara Westover’s family hit piece, Educated.

Bruce Spruce

To boost your holiday spirit. Springsteen. On Netflix. Don’t expect a concert. It’s an acting tour de force and a gut-wrenching yet sweet memoir. It conjures forgotten times and places. Bruce’s tunes are indeed interspersed. But. It’s the poetry. The writing. The lyrics that make this performance stand alone. Baudelaire would be hard-pressed to express love better. Romantics like Blake or Wordsworth could’t wrap their verses so poignantly around a lost neighborhood tree. Catholicism. Parent-child connections. Themes that run deep in his soul.

And in other seasonal tidings. Tavern on the Green Spruce.