Note that the vote was unanimous. It seems clear that the Bill of Rights is now interpreted as legalizing attacks on women and the poor. Not to mention gun possession and electronic surveillance.
Say about us what you can, We’re not as bad as the Taliban, Nor has this country yet applied a Rule as strict as does Al-Qaeda, But NRA and NSA, SCOTUS and POTUS, every day, Enforce the law of living here: The God we trust is God of Fear.
Best wishes from Philadelphia, where this country began as a tax revolt and no woman or black person was created equal.
Sometmes, with no explanation I get an email headed: “Daily Kos Recommended.” It’s always worth reading. I have read the first two bulleted articles, they were excellent. Will I read the others, or will I be distracted by the many things which distract me and us? Here are two to read for sure!
I witnessed Lilly’s first foray into performance Saturday at Hubbard Street Lofts. The theme was the Apocalypse. She and her friend Tyler were dressed in white hazmat suits. Something had gone dreadfully wrong on their expedition. The outlook was dire. Lilly was discussing her feeling about Tyler: hated him! Food supplies were low: Should she eat him? They both expired before anyone did something they might be sorry for.
What is it about New Jersey? It’s a small state, right? Yet it seems to have more than its share of fascinating characters.
When I was newly married I lived in Princeton, New Jersey. My husband was in the PhD program at Princeton and I needed a job. I walked over to the Westminster Choir College and applied for a secretarial position. I became secretary to the Musical Director. There were virtually no duties. I had minimal secretarial skills, but I presented well. I had an arts degree. The director never appeared in the office. I think my only assignment was to match student names to a group photo, which I botched. He had an enormous collection of paperback mysteries, though not enormous enough, because after a month I was left with absolutely nothing to do. I did get to attend choir practice. The choir was world-renowned, and it was wonderful to hear them and to get out of that lonely office.
The other notable fact about the college was that they bragged that they had no Jews on the faculty. Yes, it’s odd that I was told that. How does a statement like that even come up in conversation? I was married to a Hungarian Jew who knew a secret. One of the VIPs at the college, higher than the musical director, was in fact a Jew. But of course it’s difficult to discern Jewishness in someone who has a heavy Hungarian accent and who, being a Jew from a country with a long history of Anti-Semitism, knows enough not to announce his affiliation. My husband told me that when he left Hungary he vowed that he would no longer be Jewish. He ended up in England, looked around and decided no one cared and so remained Jewish.
But I have wandered off the subject. I was going to write about “Jersey Boys,” the musical and the movie. I saw the musical years ago. I, who hate musicals, loved “Jersey Boys.” I loved the way it was written and staged, and of course the music was wonderful.
On Friday night I saw Clint Eastwood’s version of “Jersey Boys.” Every criticism of the film is true. Dead in the water, as far as writing, directing and acting, but I was in Heaven. John Lloyd Young, who plays Frankie Valli, is an enormously talented singer and whenever he and the Four Seasons are singing I defy you to sit quietly in your seat. He is not an actor. I am not a movie critic. Please read Richard Brody’s review of the film.
Still from Jersey Boys (2014)
There is one quote from Clint Eastwood (via a French journalist) which explains Clint Eastwood’s politics better than anything else. “I was outta synch with the sixties.” No kidding! That explains his infamous interview at the RNC with the empty chair.*
On Saturday I listened to Ira Glass, who replayed a piece by Gay Talese called “Frank Sinatra Has A Cold.” Frank Sinatra came from the same background as Frankie Valli, he never traveled alone, he always brought his neighborhood and the attitudes of his neighborhood with him. And then there’s Chris Christie!
Image from http://www.thenation.com/blog/176978/chris-christies-bully-politics-i-am-tired-you-people#
There’s no avoiding Chris Christie’s dynamic persona and the unending scandal and entertainment value of Tollgate. It makes listening to progressive news so much more lively and engrossing. It’s such a relief from the death and destruction played out in international politics. Thank you, New Jersey. For everything.
* Clint’s not from New Jersey, but he did direct “Jersey Boys,” so I figured I shouldn’t put in another link in a post which is already link heavy. But here it is anyhow.
A real-life heiress, as if out of The Grand Budapest Hotel, passed away. She left behind an amazing collectinon, including perfect-condition furniture from the 1800s and a Stradivarius. The auction has begun, as has the turning of one her mansions into an art museum.