Episode 57: That One
Calm.I will remain calm.
I will not compulsively check the Dow.
I will put out of my mind that bagger job at the ShopRite. I will not let my thoughts stray to the arrogant, hopelessly incompetent yahoo who brought us to this terrifying nadir in American history. I will divert my attention from the relentlessly vicious lies and distortions of the nasty little old man who will say anything to promote his candidacy.
I will not allow my blood pressure to rise just because an empty-headed twit who exceeded her capabilities even before she became mayor of a frontier village of 5,000 souls insists that she's prepared to step into the Oval Office tomorrow. Did you hear her say a couple of days ago that "Obama has run the dirtiest campaign in American history"? Is it truly possible she believes that? Can the racist scum who shout "kill him" at her rallies find Iraq on a map? Can she?
But no. I will settle back. Rub the knots out of my neck. Watch the late afternoon sun strike sparks off our river and light up the gold and scarlet leaves of early fall. Feel the zephyrs of
Indian summer
on my skin. Drift on moonbeams, walk in meadows among blossoms and butterflies.
************************************************************************************"When in charge, ponder; when in trouble, delegate; when in doubt, mumble."
- James Boren 1992
"Life is too short to stuff a mushroom."
I will not compulsively check the Dow.
I will put out of my mind that bagger job at the ShopRite. I will not let my thoughts stray to the arrogant, hopelessly incompetent yahoo who brought us to this terrifying nadir in American history. I will divert my attention from the relentlessly vicious lies and distortions of the nasty little old man who will say anything to promote his candidacy.
I will not allow my blood pressure to rise just because an empty-headed twit who exceeded her capabilities even before she became mayor of a frontier village of 5,000 souls insists that she's prepared to step into the Oval Office tomorrow. Did you hear her say a couple of days ago that "Obama has run the dirtiest campaign in American history"? Is it truly possible she believes that? Can the racist scum who shout "kill him" at her rallies find Iraq on a map? Can she?But no. I will settle back. Rub the knots out of my neck. Watch the late afternoon sun strike sparks off our river and light up the gold and scarlet leaves of early fall. Feel the zephyrs of
Indian summer on my skin. Drift on moonbeams, walk in meadows among blossoms and butterflies.
************************************************************************************- James Boren 1992
- Shirley Conran 1975
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We celebrated Jo's birthday with a weekend in Manhattan at the apartment lent to us by our son Alex, the computer gen
ius. Dinner was at Tabla (11 Madison Avenue, 212-889-0667), opposite Madison Square Park at 25th Street. It's back-to-back with Eleven Madison Park (at 25th St, 212-889-0906), which is easily among New York's very best dining places. Both are owned by Danny Meyer, consensus local choice for Supreme Restaurant Deity, who started with Union Square Cafe over two decades ago. Hallmarks of his several emporia are ever-gracious welcomes, efficient and knowledgeable service, and imaginatively conceived food that delights the eye and taste buds without lapsing into weirdness. At Tabla, the base concept is New American dishes brightened with arresting combinations of spices, most of them imported from the Indian subcontinent. Results are memorable. Dinner for two is about $325, all included.
The next day, we walked across from the edge of the Hudson to the South Street Seaport, on the East River. For
those unfamiliar with the Seaport, it is a popular reclamation project with preserved early 19th Century waterfront buildings as well as reconditioned historic ships surviving from the last years of mercantile sailing ships.
The area is touristy, true, especially since the authentically raucous Fulton Fish Market was forced out. But the Seaport provides shopping, exhibitions, and dining opportunities from relatively inexpensive to moderately accomplished. Our goal was to view the latest ambitious public art project to enliven the city, the "Waterfall
s". These were four towering artificial water features in which water was sucked up hundreds of feet from the East River and releasing it in perpetual simulated Niagras.
We viewed the displays from a restaurant on the second floor of Pier 17, which occupies the north side of the Seaport and provides a wide vista of the river. We had lunch at Sequoia (212-32-9090), two beers and two tasty fish tacos for $53, including tax and tip. The Waterfalls? Interesting, but well short of the impact of Christo's "Gates" in Central Park in 2004.
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Video Alert:
How about a laugh or two? Our good friend Sue pointed us to this witty, if disjointed, ditty about Those Ones. Both earthy and genteel, she warns that there are vulgarisms involved. Go to
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7DIc8jdra0o
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Why Women Must Vote
Barely ninety years ago, American women were not allowed to vote. When some among them decided to picket the Wilson White House, they were arrested. It was the night of November 15, 1917, the longest night of their lives, and only the first of many.
There were 33 of them. The warden at the Occoquan Workhouse in Virginia ordered his guards to teach the suffragists a lesson. One of the women, Dora Lewis, was flung into a cell and knocked out cold. Another, Lucy Burns, had her hands chained to the cell bars above her head and was left hanging, bleeding. Forty guards took turns beating the women with clubs, choking them, kicking them.
In the weeks - weeks! - that followed, the only water the women received came from an open pail and their food was alive with worms. When one of the leaders, Alice Paul, went on a hunger strike, she was tied to a chair, a tube forced down her throat, and liquid poured into her until she vomited. This treatment was continued over and over again. Woodrow Wilson tried to have her declared insane.
All the women wanted was the right to vote.
In the face of this sacrifice, are there any truly compelling reasons why the daughters of these courageous women - and their men - cannot take a few moments to get to their polling places on November 4th?
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Geezer Predicts:
A week before Election Day, national polls will show Obama leading McCain by as many as 15 percentage points. By November 3rd, the gap will have shrunk to less than four points, well within the margin of error. It will be a nail-biter, but by early Wednesday morning, the winner will be:
ius. Dinner was at Tabla (11 Madison Avenue, 212-889-0667), opposite Madison Square Park at 25th Street. It's back-to-back with Eleven Madison Park (at 25th St, 212-889-0906), which is easily among New York's very best dining places. Both are owned by Danny Meyer, consensus local choice for Supreme Restaurant Deity, who started with Union Square Cafe over two decades ago. Hallmarks of his several emporia are ever-gracious welcomes, efficient and knowledgeable service, and imaginatively conceived food that delights the eye and taste buds without lapsing into weirdness. At Tabla, the base concept is New American dishes brightened with arresting combinations of spices, most of them imported from the Indian subcontinent. Results are memorable. Dinner for two is about $325, all included.The next day, we walked across from the edge of the Hudson to the South Street Seaport, on the East River. For
those unfamiliar with the Seaport, it is a popular reclamation project with preserved early 19th Century waterfront buildings as well as reconditioned historic ships surviving from the last years of mercantile sailing ships.The area is touristy, true, especially since the authentically raucous Fulton Fish Market was forced out. But the Seaport provides shopping, exhibitions, and dining opportunities from relatively inexpensive to moderately accomplished. Our goal was to view the latest ambitious public art project to enliven the city, the "Waterfall
s". These were four towering artificial water features in which water was sucked up hundreds of feet from the East River and releasing it in perpetual simulated Niagras.We viewed the displays from a restaurant on the second floor of Pier 17, which occupies the north side of the Seaport and provides a wide vista of the river. We had lunch at Sequoia (212-32-9090), two beers and two tasty fish tacos for $53, including tax and tip. The Waterfalls? Interesting, but well short of the impact of Christo's "Gates" in Central Park in 2004.
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Video Alert:
How about a laugh or two? Our good friend Sue pointed us to this witty, if disjointed, ditty about Those Ones. Both earthy and genteel, she warns that there are vulgarisms involved. Go to
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7DIc8jdra0o
************************************************************************************
Why Women Must Vote
Barely ninety years ago, American women were not allowed to vote. When some among them decided to picket the Wilson White House, they were arrested. It was the night of November 15, 1917, the longest night of their lives, and only the first of many.
There were 33 of them. The warden at the Occoquan Workhouse in Virginia ordered his guards to teach the suffragists a lesson. One of the women, Dora Lewis, was flung into a cell and knocked out cold. Another, Lucy Burns, had her hands chained to the cell bars above her head and was left hanging, bleeding. Forty guards took turns beating the women with clubs, choking them, kicking them.
In the weeks - weeks! - that followed, the only water the women received came from an open pail and their food was alive with worms. When one of the leaders, Alice Paul, went on a hunger strike, she was tied to a chair, a tube forced down her throat, and liquid poured into her until she vomited. This treatment was continued over and over again. Woodrow Wilson tried to have her declared insane.
All the women wanted was the right to vote.
In the face of this sacrifice, are there any truly compelling reasons why the daughters of these courageous women - and their men - cannot take a few moments to get to their polling places on November 4th?
************************************************************************************
Geezer Predicts:
A week before Election Day, national polls will show Obama leading McCain by as many as 15 percentage points. By November 3rd, the gap will have shrunk to less than four points, well within the margin of error. It will be a nail-biter, but by early Wednesday morning, the winner will be:
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If you came across this blog while surfing and would like to receive advance notice of publication of future episodes, please send your email address to TUCKg3@optonline.net.
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