Tuesday, October 8, 2024
World Show Business Exclusive on Old Song Lyric
Tuesday, September 17, 2024
Looks at Books: The Aurora Revelations by Michael F. Walker
A Ghoulish Tale of Aliens, Monstrosities, and Mad Science
Walker has crafted an entertaining novel of what-ifs, positing a unified theory of aliens, a 20th-century mad genius, and things that go bump in the night. A wise-cracking team of paranormal enthusiasts unearths a long-dormant mystery in a Texas cemetery, entering a hellscape of hillbilly horror and a monstrous mindscape of things to come (or will they?). Read it and find out. The paperback is a neat production, and I speak from several decades in New York publishing, trade and academic. The text is also very well edited.
Tuesday, February 20, 2024
Reading the Bible
I’m still working through the Old Testament after reading the New Testament some years ago.
I keep a beautiful leather-bound of the New Revised Standard Version on the lamp table. The volume was given to me when I joined Marble.
On my Kindle phone app I read the Holman Christian Standard Bible. Great for train trips and waiting on long lines at Walgreens.And because my eyes tire easily, I’ve also been listening to a great podcast on Spotify called Bible: Beginning to End, a straight reading from the New Living Translation with questions (but no answers) for thought after every chapter or so.
I used to think that reading the Bible was something I would do when I finished reading everything else important. Or watching everything on Netflix. Or when I was fully retired. But now that I’m immersed in it, I wish I had done it sooner. My father told me that there is something on every page of the Bible that is good for you. He was right.
Monday, February 12, 2024
The Great Jon Stewart
Jon Stewart, who returns to the Daily Show tonight, is the Sesame Street of smart politics. If Sesame Street worked as it was supposed to in 1969, we should be on our second or third generation of people who are good at reading and understand math. That didn't happen. All reading and math scores are down compared to 1969. The smart kids picked up the learning, and the rest watched it for the shiny colors and pretty songs. Stewart had to be disappointed that his years of insightful comedy still led up to Trump winning. He's fact-preaching to the choir and the few fence sitters that are left. The alternate reality folks can't be swayed.
Monday, September 18, 2023
Learning to read in the 1960s
Interesting article in today's NY Post about a failed reading theory that is being discontinued. A person named "B. Black" commented:
In the 1960s, Mom taught me the alphabet and that b + at spelled bat. From there I figured out cat, fat, hat, etc. My father taught me math using coins. By the time I entered 1st grade, I was miles ahead thanks to pencil and paper, a pocket full of change, and Mom and Dad (neither of whom went to college).
Monday, September 4, 2023
Yay AI!
ChatGPT may work out well for me. There are suddenly appearing many job requests for copy editors to humanize books that were generated by ChatGPT from authors' input, but the copy needs humanizing. The conclusion is that more books are going to be written in general. So rather than a threat to my copy editing business, it's a boon.
Friday, May 5, 2023
Call Me Kat Canceled
This is not a flame but an honest review of why Call Me Kat failed. The source material, a BBC classic, featured a comic giantess, Miranda Hart, who viewers either love or hate. Her love interest in the show was very believable, whom US viewers might recognize as Welshman Tom Ellis of Lucifer fame. A lot of humor was mined from the largeness of Miranda compared to most everyone, including her diminutive friend and co-worker, Stevie. Miranda's gangliness must have been part of at least a half-dozen gags per show. Miranda's mom was a major funny force, trying to get her married off (a concept that can't play anymore in the US).
Now to CMK. In the US you can't do any body-shaming humor, so casting a gangly lady was not in play. Kat's shortness was also out of play for laughs. Kat's best friend is . . . nobody I can tell. Kat's mother is played by Swoosie Kurtz, whose terrifyingly thin appearance takes the edge off her comedy. Kat's love interest is played by Cheyenne Jackson, a talented Broadway performer who has no chemistry with Bialik. The loss of Leslie Jordan was curtains for Kat. He was the comic soul of the show.
The bottom line is that the US show is about a humorless independent woman. The UK show has a pathetic woman with room for growth, which does happen (spoiler alert). So watch the UK show, skip the US. And Jim Parsons, hire a casting director next time you produce. You're never going to get Maddie-and-Dave- or Rob-and-Laura-level sizzle, but maybe at least Cheers?
Tuesday, May 2, 2023
Gordon Lightfoot RIP
Watched a lot of old CBC footage on YouTube last night. Saw a great odd clip of the iconic Anne Murray introducing Dylan inducting him into the Canadian Music Hall of Fame.
Tuesday, February 14, 2023
Tom Holland Biopic of Astaire Has a Director
Paul King, director of Paddington, is onboard the biopic of Fred Astaire starring Tom Holland.
They have guts even thinking about it. I like the idea of focusing on a period of his life rather than doing 80 years in two hours with corny montages to show the passing years. If it's a hit, it could be a trilogy: 1. the years with Adele from childhood through the 1920s; 2. the years with Ginger in the 1930s; 3. post-Ginger, the dawn of television, the amazing final years of productivity.
His young widow is taking the money. As rotten as that sounds, the silver lining to the silver pieces is the exposure to this generation of what talent is. I worked with Ted Mann, the father of Off Broadway, on his autobiography. The widow of Eugene O'Neill took a play to Mr. Mann and disregarded her late husband's will, which specified that his unperformed play, Long Day's Journey Into Night, not be performed until 50 years after his death due to its painful autobiographical nature. If she had respected her husband's wishes and not taken the play to Mr. Mann, the play would not have come out until 2003, when it would have had little impact as the subject matter was old hat by that time. So, the Widow Astaire may trigger a great cultural revival with this film, which I think Fred might approve of.
Monday, November 28, 2022
If they should bar wars . . .
Mrs. 1ott needed to see the Elton John farewell to N. America (residencies, town halls, and county fairs excepted) so I signed on for a month of Disney+, which means I finally saw The Rise of Skywalker. It played like every other Star Wars movie, with a borrow from every other science fiction series. Hunting for the spice planet? C'mon, man! Death is very low stakes, at least for the charismatic leads, when you can talk to ghosts. There appear to be two categories: 1. real ghosts who can interact with our world with some effort and 2. mind ghosts (scene between Han Solo and Kylo Ren). There's mumbo-jumbo to explain this, but esthetically this is very jarring. It's like a character on stage pouring water from a pitcher, taking a drink, then leaving thru a doorway. Then another character mimes pouring water, mimes drinking from the invisible glass, and mimes opening a door. You wonder what the heck is going on?
Tuesday, November 15, 2022
Jumping the metaphorical turnstile
Dear Diary:
Caro and I spent that college summer back home in Hoboken, traveling to our internships via Port Authority each day.
My internship was unpaid, but it came with the stellar consolation prize of an unlimited monthly MetroCard. I got a monthly bus pass, too, and bounced happily around the boroughs to see friends on weekends. Some days, I crossed the Hudson four times since all the rides had already been paid for.
I planned to spend the last weekend of that July out of town, and I promised Caro my MetroCard before I left so that no free ride would go unused.
But while waiting at Port Authority for a bus to take me upstate, I realized I had forgotten to make the handoff. I decided to hide the MetroCard somewhere at the terminal.
I went to Duane Reade, found the cheesiest greeting card in the racks there and stashed the MetroCard between the third and fourth envelopes behind it. I texted Caro the details of the hiding spot (sending a picture would have been too easy).
On the way home from the city two hours later, Caro found my gift: three days’ worth of free subway rides.
Total bliss.
— (name withheld)
Somebody should tell this sprited young lady that she may have committed petit larceny, as my father taught us about the use of his pass. His unlimited train/bus pass, given to MTA employees and retirees, was for his use only. He said that a lot of people thought that transit workers abused this privilege by letting family members use it, but I know we didn't. Pay your fare!
And to explain the concept of "free" rides, or "free" anything for that matter, take the total budget and divide by the number of rides. Studies show that the subway fare is subsidized by sources outside the rider's cost of a MetroCard for $1.05 per ride. In other words, your fare does not pay for the entire ride. So when you abuse a "free" card, you steal $2.75 (your cost) + $1.05 (subsidy) in theft of service. But in a city that won't prosecute chronic fare beaters, I guess it's all moot.
Monday, December 21, 2020
Lawsuit Against Lies
Could radio be next?: The NY Times reports this a.m. that the owner of voting machine company Smartmatic "sent scathing letters to the Fox News Channel, Newsmax and OAN demanding that they immediately, forcefully clear his company’s name—and that they retain documents for a planned defamation lawsuit. He has, legal experts say, an unusually strong case." His lawyer claims, “We’ve gotten to this point where there’s so much falsity that is being spread on certain platforms, and you may need an occasion where you send a message, and that’s what punitive damages can do in a case like this.” You can't lose your license because of speech (Stop the Steal, COVID Hoax, Pizzagate), but you may have to sell your license to pay damages.
When I posted mid-March regarding the chance of losing your license over broadcasting fake news, there were over one hundred dead in the US from COVID-19. The pandemic generating an individual or class action suit against a talk radio station owner on behalf of one person or the +300,000 dead is not so far-fetched now.
Friday, September 18, 2020
Why I Didn’t and Won’t Vote For Trump
I would not trust him to run my business, pay me if I painted his house, be faithful to me in marriage, give me medical advice, or be respectful of my disability. He is not immoral—someone who makes bad moral choices. He is amoral—a person outside the system of morality. He is a pagan who lives for what happens in his own lifespan. He used the Word of God as a political prop. He is a moral idiot, not a stable genius.
Saturday, September 12, 2020
The Silk Roads; learning words and expressions
Finishing up the Peter Frankopan epic, The Silk Roads. Especially distressing is the 21st century coverage of the Levant and surrounding neighborhood. The lessons of history are that no one except scholars and autodidacts studies history. You get the occasional Churchill, but for the most part leaders are muddlers who play checkers on a chessboard.
Tuesday, September 1, 2020
WGN America News Nation—3 hours of Straight News Every Night
The Nexstar Media Group, owner of WGN Radio in Chicago—and the largest owner of US TV stations—is launching News Nation tonight, September 1, on cable, satellite, streaming, and app (including audio news updates from WGN Radio). The website slogans with “NO BIAS AT ANYTIME” and “It inspires you to think, not how to think.” Rob Nelson, formerly of WABC-TV weekend morning news, is one of the co-anchors. Many questions: Will this be 1010 WINS with pictures? Could ratings success spark a centrist trend that could spill over to talk radio? Will there be enough audience at 8 pm for info over opinion? They can draw from both extremes who have their fill of Rachel or Sean for the evening or from folks who form opinions from facts (as opposed to crafting facts from opinions). It’s a crazy concept, like CNN in 1980.
Tuesday, July 14, 2020
Mom Diplomacy
As Lincoln said,
As I would not be a slave, so I would not be a master.My mother felt the same way about meddlers. This was summed up by her favorite Family Circus comic (by Bil Keane), which hung on her refrigerator. An old biddy sees the mom with four small children and says, "How do you divide your love among your children?" The mom replies, "I don't. I multiply it!"
A future post will cover specific famous folks my mother could not stand: Frank Sinatra and his song "Something Stupid," Oprah, Nixon (the New Nixon when he became president), Jeannette MacDonald, Alex Trebek (a love/hate thing), Buddy Hackett (when he worked blue), and Franklin Delano Roosevelt.
Sunday, July 12, 2020
Today v. the 1930s: Opportunities
One example involves my first bank account, safely ensconced in the old Hamburg Savings Bank on Fulton Street in Cypress Hills, Brooklyn. In the 1960s, when bank interest was 5% (not a typo), if you left 100 bucks in your account you found 105 bucks (and more, depending on compounding interest daily or monthly) after one year. My mother would bring our bank books to the bank to have the teller run them through the printer and show the interest accrued over the fiscal quarters since the last time it was updated.
The first entry in each of the three books (myself and my two brothers) showed $300. I asked Mom where the money came from. She said that she had cashed in her War Bonds to start the accounts. During World War II, the government sold bonds to finance the war, unlike practices after the war such as tax surcharges or budget increases adding to the federal deficit.
Printed at the top of the first page of the book was her name followed by the words "In Trust For [my name]." I asked her what "In Trust For" meant. She said that it was her money (which was true) and that I could not have my own account until I turned 18. She said many times up until I was 18 and many times thereafter, "You know I could cash in all your accounts and go to Hawaii." You hear this when you're little and it's a joke. As I got older, I realized it was my mother feeling trapped—being smart, wanting more, and having no way to get it.
Flash forward to the 21st c. when she was in her late 90s. I wanted to help her out with her checking account when she was having a harder time balancing the checkbook and just writing out a check. I thought power of attorney was a good idea for me to have. Even better and more practical was a joint account, so advised a bank officer, with her name and my name, allowing me to write her checks for her and conduct any bank business as if it were my own.
So, after 40 years or more there we were, together again on the same bank book.
Saturday, July 11, 2020
Wednesday, April 15, 2020
Saturday, December 28, 2019
Don Imus RIP
He said many things over the years that stuck with me and a few can be paraphrased: no one goes through life undefeated; the worst decisions you can make are based on money; quitting drinking is impossible if you think of doing it for the rest of your life, but you can do it one day at a time. For such a "hideous" man, as a few profane posters have called him, he did more good for more people than many of his detractors have done and leaves a legacy of a fine family and good works. To blame one man for any of the current ills of the broadcast and real world just makes no sense. Good men make mistakes. The last great Imus saying: if you don't like what you're hearing, change the dial. That last one is funny because it seems like the haters still tuned him in frequently. They even post about him, taking pleasure in the death of a good father, husband, and citizen. To the hypocrites, who have never had a bad thought or impulse, I recommend the poem, "The Man in the Glass" by Dale Wimbrow, that Don Criqui hilariously read on Imus in the Morning.