Though I am no big fan of reality television programming and in fact have frequently wished that there would be less reality television and more scripted television (even cheesy television shows are, to me, better than so-called reality programs that do not resemble any reality I have ever seen in this real world.) I still keep an ear open to the occasional occurrence when someone from the world of reality television crosses over into mainstream television by finding themselves on the news.
Peter Stone was a great writer of Broadway musicals, movies and television. He was also prickly, an un-diagnosed INTJ personality, and a good friend and mentor. Peter always told me I was more than an assistant. I was his associate. That distinction with a difference meant a great deal to me.
When Peter was working on — The Will Rogers Follies — we had a lunch routine we never broke: Tuna fish sandwiches on a roll with mustard, mayo, lettuce, tomato and provolone and a Martinelli’s apple cider to wash it all down. Our time to talk about life and art and living was in that break when we’d walk to and from the corner deli to pick up our lunch.
As a child, the Sunday newspaper was my favorite because the comic section was much bigger, and every comic was in full color. Artists were free to tell stories that could not be told in a confined four panel layout. Some comics, like the one panel comic The Lockhorns remained one panel — but there were three different one panel comics instead of one and it was still beautifully colorful. This was before newspaper comics were posted online and put into full color, as is the case with Doonesbury and others.
The first exposure that I had to James Franco came in the Spiderman movie series. He went from serious to romantic, humorous to evil in the course of a few hours — back and forth, embodying the different moods of a person from one movie to another. I was quite impressed with him then and I was happy to see him in other movies.
I started out my online life as a Windows fanatic. Then, a few years ago, I became a Mac Fanboi. I have given over my entire technological life to SuperGenius SuperStar Steve Jobs — not Apple, Steve Jobs — and he controls my iPad and iPhone and AirPort and MacBook, and my daily happiness by default, and I just sit idly by and enjoy the fruit of his labor. I do worry about his demise, though, because I think Apple is Steve Jobs, not the other way around. Yesterday, I dutifully took the $30.00USD plunge and upgraded my 2.4 GHz Intel Core 2 Duo MacBook to OS X Lion, and the process was clean, transparent and simple. I love my Mac!
There’s nothing more scandalous than getting a brand new phone number that formerly belonged to a deadbeat who did not pay her debts. That’s what happened to Janna when we bought her a new 212 Area Code phone number and hooked it into her Google Voice account.
Nearly a month ago, publisher David Boles wrote an insightful article about the forthcoming 2012 elections that put a tremendous fear in me — the fear that Sarah Palin could win the Presidential election. It is something that people have been discussing in increasingly greater detail over the last three years, pretty much since it was announced that Ms. Palin was going to be John McCain’s running mate in 2008.
