Friday, March 24, 2017

I am the very model of a modern marketing plan.

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Yesterday I had two of those excruciating meetings that really rub my goat the wrong way. They were meetings ostensibly convened to discus...
Thursday, March 23, 2017

Nobody asked me, but...

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Nobody asked me, but...is a tribute to the great New York sportswriter, Jimmy Cannon. When he could find nothing to write about he wrote col...
Wednesday, March 22, 2017

Writer time.

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Once again, it's writer time. Seven AM. The sun is up, and gold shines through the plate-glass. The only other sound's the swe...
Tuesday, March 21, 2017

Forrest Plotnick misses breakfast.

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Uncle Slappy called last night on the house phone—the only one who ever calls on the house-phone, save for robo-calls from corrupt politica...
Monday, March 20, 2017

Outrage.

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I can't help but feeling that as bad as things are in Trumpmerica right now, they will only get worse. They will get worse because, I fe...
Friday, March 17, 2017

God in the Tempus Fugit. (A re-post.)

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My younger daughter Hannah who had been traveling around the world since January--she visited the Cook Islands, New Zealand, Australia,...
Thursday, March 16, 2017

The Angina Monologues.

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I got a call the other day from a old partner of mine from the early 80s.  Jack and I haven't worked together in over 30 years, and ha...
Wednesday, March 15, 2017

Food critic.

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You've probably never seen Sergei Eisenstein's 1925 classic movie "Battleship Potemkin." Though it's almost 100 year...

:( Wednesday.

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Years ago, long before office-space theorists decided that we would be more productive if we couldn't hear ourselves think, offices had ...
Tuesday, March 14, 2017

A snow day in New York.

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Mastodon bones were found in Inwood Park in northern Manhattan as recently as 1891. It's snowing like the end of the world in New Yo...