Friday, April 24, 2020
ANOTHER FRIDAY THAT DOESN’T FEEL LIKE IT. For 60 years I looked at the morning Friday paper to see what new movies were coming out that day. Some seemed so urgent you couldn’t wait to see them. I liked the ones in the small ads best. I didn’t get to all of them. But that Friday showcase was a big deal. Nothing Netflix does or Prime does to entice me entices me like those ads did. HBO either. There’s too much too many. I can’t tell which ones would have been in the small ads. I almost never could find one in Blockbuster either. The walls were filled with so much it was too much. After awhile all the shiny titles on the walls looked like ‘Mrs. Doubtfire’. An embarrassment of riches? You could say that.
Tuesday, April 21, 2020
Sunday, April 19, 2020
IN THE DAYS HERE RIGHT AFTER 9/11, many of us in the East Village went to bars every night. You could still taste the destruction in the air and you didn’t wait till after your third pint to ask for a shot, you got one as soon as you sat down. You talked to strangers, your eyes watered. You watched CNN on all the screens. Regular programming was suspended. But later in the week you heard ESPN was coming back on and you were there in the bar to see it come on and when you looked up to see what they’d started with, they were showing highlights in slow motion of Michael Jordan and maybe I Believe I Can Fly was playing in the background. What you knew the network was showing him for and what we could see clearly even through our wet eyes was that he was the best embodiment of what we alone still had.
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