Irish Playwright Oscar Wilde defied Aristotle’s memorable mimesis: Art imitates Life. In his 1889 essay The Decay of Lying, Wilde opined that, “Life imitates Art far more than Art imitates Life.” Jackson Pollock, the American painter, aesthetically rejected both philosophies as facile. We are left to ponder the genius of his work, which in hindsight, […]
Dear friends, Janet Yellen headed for the Hill this past week for what could be her last appearance before Congress. Of course, that prompted me to grace sweltering Manhattan with my presence to chime in and opine on her viewpoint of the world. As you will see in more than a few of the links below, […]
It started out kinda ‘Crazy,’ in 1961 to be exact. A 20-something-year-old bass player by the name of Willie Nelson had written a song which he generously offered up to country singer Billy Walker. Walker, however, perceived the lilting lyrics to be a bit too feminine, so he passed.
“I know nothing! I see nothing! I hear nothing!” So light was Hogan’s Heroes, one could easily forget the sitcom, which debuted September 17, 1965, was set in a Nazi P.O.W. camp. More than any one character, Sargent Schultz deserves credit for the show’s laughable levity. His gregarious girth, sincere sympathy and wonderful weakness for […]
Asian Fusion’s got nothin’ on Chef Caveman. At least Stone Age culinary connoisseurs knew enough to grease rocks before using them as cooking apparatus. You might concur that logical leap would make hot-rock table-cooking tuna a might bit easier.
There is a delicious liberation in having nothing to lose.
While exceptional exceptions exist, history’s shown superb sitcom sequels to be scant. With any luck, you’ve long since forgotten the abysmal attempts of “AfterMASH,” “The Brady Brides,” “The Love Boat: The Next Wave,” and possibly the worst of the bunch, “Jonie Loves Chachi.” These small screen sideshows failed to give us Good Times, nor did they endear us to characters we still hold dear – Benson, Frasier, Laverne, Shirley, Maude, Mork and the lovely Mindy. These disastrous debacles did anything but invite us to sing along to their opening songs.
Fake news is so old. How else did, “I am prepared to veto any bill that has as its purpose a federal bailout of New York City to prevent a default,” become, “DROP DEAD” way back in October, 1975?
Ulysses’s reputation preceded him. ‘O unhappy citizens, what madness?
What has the power to turn a right of way into a rite of passage? Might it be that the mighty hand of time plays a role?