Where Has All The Corduroy Gone?
Long time passing…
i’ve been really missing it this winter as a clothing option.
Long time passing…
i’ve been really missing it this winter as a clothing option.
So many things to see
I also got my Moderna shot (#2) on Friday
Marvin Hagler died today at age 66. He was my favorite fighter.
i am of a generation that grew up when boxing was more popular than the NFL, and I watched as many fights as possible (meaning those that were free to watch on television, even if they were broadcast weeks after the closed-circuit pay-per-view event had happened.
But I pretty much stopped following the sport after Marvin retired in 1987. For me, there were no other fighters who ever came close to his grit and determination. His bout against Thomas Hearns in 1985 was the greatest fight I ever saw, Although that fight was held at Caesar’s Palace in Las Vegas, I watched the pay-per-view live at the old Boston Garden.
I used to run the Falmouth (MA) 10K Road Race in the 1980s and looked over during one of the races to find Marvin Hagler running right next to me, on a training run for an upcoming fight. We chatted for a little while and his smile and accessibility were just wonderful. He was not out to win the race; he was just taking a more interesting morning training run. And, it turned out, so was I.
I know all the bad things about boxing, and especially what it does to the brain, and I respect that it’s certainly not for everyone. But i will never forget that morning, and how nice Marvin was to everyone around him.
Rest in peace, Champ.
When I first saw this film in 1968, as a CINERAMA movie at the RKO Theatre on Washington Street in Boston, you could still smoke in movie theatres. My smoke that particular night was marijuana instead of tobacco, which probably explains why I had no idea what the fuck was going on except for the amazing visuals and the powerful music which really blew me away. I think I may have nodded off a couple of times as well which didn’t help with my overall comprehension of the plot and the narrative. And there were points in the movie during which there was no sound at all - just total silence, which was very unusual in movies of that era and for a generation raised on television shows with laugh tracks.
So for all those years after, I never got around to watching it again. Until last week (again with the marijuana) and I’m still not sure exactly what message Stanley Kubrick was attempting to deliver with 2001. But it sure is pretty. And I’m even more concerned about the impact of computers than ever.
A question, especially for my attorney and social justice friends (not mutually exclusive, of course): how was the $27 million amount arrived at as the legally appropriate financial settlement between the city of Minneapolis and Mr Floyd’s family? And would there have been any conditions attached to the settlement?
i understand that there are significant confidentiality and privacy concerns about financial settlements, but none of the reporting I’ve seen has added any context to the settlement amount, and (beyond my normal curiosity) I think I’m probably not the only person curious about this.
I managed Reading International on Brattle Street in Harvard Square in the early 1970s. I remember one of my regular customers, who lived nearby at the time, buying multiple copies of The New York Times the day the Pentagon Papers were first published. Nice guy, kind of nervous, who I realized a few days later was Daniel Ellsberg. Didn’t see him around after that morning.
People get ready
It’s weird, it’s on Zoom, but still I’m thankful to be here and healthy, and able to be in touch with the people I love. And there will be football, turkey and pumpkin pie. And after January 20th, a return to something I hope resembles “normal”.
Mary McHugh mourns her dead fiancé James Regan at Section 60 in the Arlington National Cemetery
A new podcast explores the genesis of this 1990 song by The Scorpions. Read about it here: https://www.nytimes.com/2020/05/08/arts/virus-winds-of-change-podcast.html
I follow the Moskva
Down to Gorky Park
Listening to the wind of change
An August summer night
Soldiers passing by
Listening to the wind of change
The world is closing in
Did you ever think
That we could be so close, like brothers
The future's in the air
I can feel it everywhere
Blowing with the wind of change
Take me to the magic of the moment
On a glory night
Where the children of tomorrow dream away
in the wind of change
Walking down the street
Distant memories
Are buried in the past forever
I follow the Moskva
Down to Gorky Park
Listening to the wind of change
Take me to the magic of the moment
On a glory night
Where the children of tomorrow share their dreams
With you and me
Take me to the magic of the moment
On a glory night
Where the children of tomorrow dream away
in the wind of change
The wind of change
Blows straight into the face of time
Like a stormwind that will ring the freedom bell
For peace of mind
Let your balalaika sing
What my guitar wants to say
Take me to the magic of the moment
On a glory night
Where the children of tomorrow share their dreams
With you and me
Take me to the magic of the moment
On a glory night
Where the children of tomorrow dream away
in the wind of change
Lyrics by the the CIA or The Scorpions
The Scorpions
Today’s science experiment was a trip to the local Wegman’s during the 7-8 AM shopping hour dedicated to people over 60. There was not much of a line outside, and not many people shopping, but the shelves badly needed re-stocking (and in fact were being re-stocked, with boxes of products waiting to be opened and shelved in many aisles), but the main takeaway was how much younger looking sixty-year olds have become.
To keep myself busy and relatively sane, I’ve been keeping a plague journal, and have decided that the day things got real for me regarding the virus was Friday March 13, 2020. All that week I’d been keeping up with things, with increasing trepidation, but that Friday during the PBS News Hour, the reality of it and the threat to the people I love sent a shiver down my spine.
After March 13, I began the coping process which of course still continues and will for the foreseeable future.
I’m curious about your marker - what was the actual date (if there was one) when shit got real for you?
If you walked into this exhibit at the Boston Museum Of Fine Arts and saw this incredible two-sided hanging mural, you’d think from the sign on the wall that it was by Jackson Pollock. It’s not. It’s by Katharina Grosse. There is a smaller Pollock mural on one of the other walls, but this is the featured item. I’m not calling it misogyny, but it is quite confusing.
There really is no good outcome to this. The president* has been acquitted, and will likely be re-elected in November. Even if - big if - Democrats win the Senate and keep the House in November and succeed in impeaching the president* a second time on obstructing and covering up [your choice of crime], and somehow convict and remove him from office, I fear that our grand experiment with democracy may soon be over. I fear there will be a civil war.
The public impeachment hearings begin tomorrow on all the major broadcast networks and cable news channels, and everyone should immediately lower their expectations. There will be important live testimony and political shenanigans, but those people whose votes will matter most likely won’t be watching live.
This is different from the Nixon impeachment hearings in the 1970s, when people did watch the hearings live, and their opinions were informed by the live testimony. This time around, opinions will be formed after persuadable citizens have retreated to their usual news silos, like CNN, MSNBC and FOX NEWS, as well as absorbing accounts and clips on Twitter and Facebook.
All context will be obliterated by curated sound bites and spin, and we will be back into the same space we have been existing in over the past three years.
The only thing that will ultimately matter is next year’s general election. Do whatever you can to convince swing voters in the battleground states to vote for your candidate so that this time, the electoral college mirrors the popular vote.