Battery Park
New York, NY
July 4, 2008
New York, NY
July 4, 2008
Sunday, July 6, 2008
jeez Louise . . . all-day tennis
set the alarm for 8:40 a.m. (yeah, it's a good life) in order to see the start of the Federer-Nadal final (first time I've ever set the alarm for a sporting event, I believe) and now 7 hours and 17 minutes later (three rain delays and 4 hours and 48 minutes worth of play) they're done with Nadal, after four Championship points, coming out as the new Wimbledon champ 6-4, 6-4, 6-7, 6-7, 9-7.whew.
four and a half mile walk yesterday (almost to LaGuardia), while working in a visit to Cedars Meat House, and the big Sonic Youth/Feelies show (good pics coming) with a side ride on the Staten Island Ferry on the 4th.
lots of interviews and sundry other tasks in the week ahead.
Wednesday, July 2, 2008
what's on television this Wednesday
some late night writing action until early this morning so by the time I was out of bed NBC had already started their Wimbledon broadcast with the expected butt-whupping of Ancic by Federer.and since this was more background company than attention-getting, I missed the 1 o'clock turnaround and caught the first few minutes of an obvious repeat of "The Martha Stewart Show."
honestly, I've always loathed MS and only let go of the Martha Stewart as Antichrist theory when she was sent to prison (because, well, if she was the Antichrist she probably could've avoided prison). thusly, I have never seen her on her own television show.
so I did the figurative jaw drop when she asked the audience if they had had a good weekend just before launching into her own detailed recap. it seems whatever weekend it was (though it occurred during cold weather season) Martha took yet another tennis lesson with her Belgian instructor on her friend's nearby indoor tennis court and yet still managed to ride her horses at least twice, making mention of her "stable manager" and suggesting that everyone use their GPS devices to properly map out riding trails.
I mean, I can't remember seeing a less identifiable host, which is a bit odd considering her line of work. are we as consumers supposed to aspire to the level of her bath towels and cookbooks? kind of like lower middle class factory workers voting as if they hope to one day be Republican enough to take advantage of upper class tax breaks themselves? voting as if one day they might possess enough cash and/or negotiable securities that their son or daughter won't have to depend on military service in Iraq just to insure a steady paycheck?
anywho.
then ESPN took over Wimbledon coverage at 1 Eastern and managed to show Rafael Nadal's short work of local fav Andy Murray.
more background for me.
but I may actually pay some attention to the four p.m. showing of 1938 Best Picture winner You Can't Take It With You on TCM.
read: some attention. I still have much transcribing (Aimee Mann interview last week, Possibly 4th Street sessions with Falcon and the Alabama 3 just yesterday) and photo editing to do.
free music alert: Podington Bear is giving away two full albums. and yes, it's very electronical (which seems to be the music most given away these days; draw your own conclusions) and yes, you have to fill out a form, but it's free. and with none of that nagging moral downside.
and though my own literary efforts for the short-term will be confined to several sessions much like the one in this morning's wee hours (and no, you can't read it anytime soon), my first baseball tome, Cup of Coffee, did receive a nice shout-out (next-to-last paragraph, if memory serves) in a CBS Sportsline piece on Scott McCaughey and Steve Wynn's Baseball Project album (out next Tuesday).
time to warm up for the movie.
Tuesday, July 1, 2008
happy July
we're back from Nashville. my first trip since Americanitis (the first takes) was recorded and my beloved's first trip in "who has a calendar?"we had a lovely visit (primarily ensconced at Will and Jess' new (to us) home), seeing a goodly number of longtime friends in a variety of settings: the Mercy Lounge, a backyard barbecue dinner party, an honest-to-goodness swimming pool (seriously, "who has a calendar" for that one?) . . .
and even got to take in a few new (to us) sights/sites: the Mercy Lounge, the honest-to-goodness swimming pool, the Vanderbilt University bookstore (their baseball hats - the exact one I wanted even - were like 40% off) and finally a long overdue visit to Grimey's (home to Metallica's last in-store performance).
this is the part where you're supposed to say, "but it's good to be home."
and I'm okay being home (I really am) but I wasn't in a hurry to leave.
(extremely unusual kudos to an airline here. we flew American, non-stop both ways, and not once did I come close to losing my temper, breathing heavily through my nose, watching my blood pressure rise. and it's seriously more a credit to them than any willpower on my part (just figured I should write it down so I'll remember that I actually have an answer next time someone asks, When's the last time you had a pleasant experience with an airline? we even watched Juno whilst in the air) even the TSA people were the nicest, friendliest, most competent government airline folk I've ever crossed paths with in New York City (though the TSA crew in Dayton, Ohio still holds the record for most pleasant experience going through security)
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