A Totally Idiosyncratic, Justifiable to No One But Myself List of the Best Stuff of the Year Gone By 1. Travelling Bolstered by nearly 20 stops on the great Push the Cush Tour (including Annapolis MD, Philadelphia PA, Washington DC, Newport RI, Austin TX, and many places in New York and New Jersey), and highlighted …
Once, sorta, in Time, thrice in Playboy, now hopefully we settle in for a long run at Vanity Fair.
My buddy Paul Lindstrom and I took off yesterday and visited the Naismith Basketball Hall of Fame in Springfield MA. A nicely scaled faxility–I recommend it.
I have known guys like Bill O’Reilly all my life, and they have all annoyed me. He’s Cathoic working class, just like me, just like a lot of guys I went to school with. He’s smart, but bombastic, smug, pugnacious, anti-intellectual, and on top of that, cynical. He always wants to pick an argument, and …
I saw Spectre. I was prepared to love it. I only liked it. This places me squarely in the company of such reviewers as Rene Rodriguez of the Miami Herald (“The opening is exciting, outrageous and a cheeky showcase of cinematic craftsmanship. So why is the rest of the movie so dull? Spectre. . . …
The lovely folks at the Putnam Valley Historical Society invited me to give my presentation on Commander Will. “You do an eclectic celebration of the dance! You do Fosse, Fosse, Fosse! You do Martha Graham, Martha Graham, Martha Graham! Or Twyla, Twyla, Twyla! Or Michael Kidd, Michael Kidd, Michael Kidd, Michael Kidd! Or Madonna, Madonna, …
Fans depart La Stade de France on the evening of November 13, after three terrorist suicide bombers had tried to kill them. Seven sites were attacked; 129 were murdered.