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Full Disclosure: I’m As Much To Blame For This Meh Box Office As Any Steven
I had every intention of finding a way to the movies this past weekend to see DISCLOSURE DAY. I’m proudly of a generation and mindset that considers Steven Spielberg to be the greatest director of the late 20th century and the greatest one still alive. Not that I have much against the genius of a
For Once, The Knicks Had The Keys To Victory
NOTE: This musing also appears today on our sister site The Double Overtime. Please visit it for coverage of sports of all sorts plus occasional reports on business and technology. If you’re a New York native, you’re swimming with pride today even if you can’t tell a basketball from a handball. For the first time
Go With The Flow. Or Just Go.
I know it’s difficult to let go of something when you’re simply too emotionally wrapped up in it to take that otherwise simple action. Today would have been my dad’s 94th birthday, though he never got to celebrate the last 12. Like so many days in this period between Mother’s Day and the mid-July day
In Defense Of All Remaining Clock Builders
I’ve been accused by a few more impatient yet loyal readers of being overly wordy so in a rare moment of TL;DR acknowledgment I’ll put this question up front that I honestly am at a total loss to try to answer: If it’s your show to run, do you prefer progress over process? For those
Hope This Time I Can Focus On This Cup
NOTE: This musing also appears today on our sister site The Double Overtime. Please visit it regularly for coverage of all sports plus occasional essays on business and technology, At long last the World Cup is set to begin actual competition, after a drumroll and build-up that’s been as politically tainted as anything we’ve seen
Sorry. Mikey. Anyone Who Ever Worked With Scripted TV Knows This Election Wasn’t Rigged.
I can’t help but literally laugh in the faces–or at least the Facebook profiles–of the ridiculous amount of people who are besides themselves with anger and fury that Spencer Pratt’s political career has come to a wholly unexpected crashing halt. Having our s(h)itting president rant to the point where his usual orange tan clearly had
You’d Better Give A Sh-t About This!
No, I’m not on Evan Shapiro’s payroll–though at the rate he’s going, I’d sure like to be. I do acknowledge that I tend to get inspired for musings more often from what he posts than many others in his wheelhouse–if for no other reason he tends to drop his efforts in the wee hours of
Looks Like Thanksgiving Came Early This Year
I recently reconnected with a high school friend who for a myriad of reasons I still can’t quite grasp insists on communicating by e-mail. Picking up a phone, whether it’s because of insufficient charging capability or being within earshot of someone he’d rather not hear his conversations, seems to be beyond his current capacity (no
