Notes on this holiday weekend
It is scalding hot here in my home. Soon I will report to work to do Quarter-End inventory. Ah, retail, ...
I propose a retail worker's holiday. This is necessary, due to the fact that Labor Day is not a retail holiday at all. I propose that all retail shops should be closed for two days, the first consecutive Monday & Tuesday of August.
Retail workers would host huge Summer parties, or head for quiet in the hills. Cyclists and pedestrians would own the streets. There would be music & mayhem & untrammeled joy. The notes proper begin now:
*** Couldn't say it any better than this: "Now that we have decided to not elect a woman president, we'll go back to judging potential first ladies by cookie recipes and wardrobe purchases." That was a letter to the SF Chronicle Opinion Page on July 2nd.
*** Finally got a chance to see Billy Liar, & was amazed to discover how much Ewan McGregor has "stolen" in terms of "style", mainly vocally, from Tom Courtenay. The film shows remarkable depth despite its, even then, shopworn "frustrated adolescent paralysis" themes. Plus, it is possible I would love anything Julie Christie is in.
*** The honeymoon is well over for me and Mr Olbermann. I can barely watch his show now. His Obama/FISA about-face was the last straw. I hope he will return to his Summer of 06 form as we get closer to the election. I am sure eventually all will be forgiven.
*** Mojo Magazine gave a rather tepid review to White Denim's import full-length, Workout Holiday. I don't think they have listened to the record enough times. (I know that's a facile, fan-ny thing to say, but it's true.) It is amazing how every time I listen to those songs, I hear something different or new. What seems a mess at first, opens up so marvelously, with depth, breadth, and power. I had completely given up on "indie" (whatever that is) music for good. They have lit a fire up my butt, for sure.
*** I miss Molly Ivins terribly.
*** Went back to Austin a few months ago, and fell in love all over again. Even the up-scale restaurants there are funky. We preferred Castle Hill to Wink. Everyone is still in a band, everything is open 24 hours, still. It was the perfect speed and mode of travel for life today.
*** I celebrated the 4th by curling up with the Criterion Dazed and Confused, "Remember what you're really celebrating: a bunch of white, slave-holding aristocrats who didn't want to pay their taxes."
*** Will the US ever reach a point where the people will finally decide that even a modest, fair tax burden would make life so much better for all its' citizens? Will it take a full-fledged depression again to see this happen? Meanwhile levees burst, bridges collapse, & nearly half of the country uses the emergency room as its' doctors office.
*** We landed at the Barbara Jordan Terminal when we went to Austin. It is not nearly so much as she deserves but it is a start.
*** We don't get HBO, so we've been watching the Wire on DVD. I am dying to know what happened to Omar. No spoilers, please! Next month, season 5 is released.
*** Nadal owns Federer now, & what a thrilling, awesome match that was today, but I worry about Nadal's knees and his future. Federer, meanwhile, mainly because of Nadal, has gone from an athlete in the Tiger, Jordan, Ruth, Gretzky league, to simply an all-time tennis great. Nadal deprived him of transcendence.
*** It is disgusting to see the TM insulate Walnuts from legitimate criticism. And Mr Clark said absolutely nothing untoward or wrong, even. Crashing jets in wartime does not, on its' face, make anyone more qualified to be POTUS.
I will most certainly curl up w/ a Claude Michot Poilly-fume tonight after counting wine bottles all night long,
mds
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