I’m so confused. Oh I already said that in the title.
I wrote a special weekend Bring it on! piece on who am I supposed to believe regarding the new New York subway terrorist warnings.
I know that we’re never supposed to admit that we’re scared; let alone give into fear, but I think that makes therapists richer. Face it these are scary times, especially for New Yorkers, and if we finally begin talking about our fears, maybe we can help defeat the enemy. I understand that Bush invoked the name of the real enemy Bin Laden in his speech yesterday numerous times.
Unfortunately as he was telling Americans not to be scared, terrorist warnings were being unleashed here. It’s easy for him to talk; well, no he does have problems in that area. But he neither lives in New York nor takes the subway when he is here.
Of course I’m not going to stop taking the subway. Think that people who pretend to be terrorists and force the closings of stations–should be treated as if they were real terrorists, because they are.
What really angers me is the knowledge that the Bush administration fuels fears. They feed on it; it keeps them alive. Screw them; writing that made me feel great.
Had the radio on as I was writing it; as the DJ was telling people not to go to Penn Station she was playing songs like the original and best version of Downtown Train–nobody beats Tom Waits; and while I’ll listen to Tom Waits sing anything, this wasn’t the time for it. It sounded almost sinister. Then she played numerous songs about tragedy. Not sure that she was conciously doing that. Or maybe everything affected me too much today.
I used to force people to listen to Tom Waits version of Waltzing Matilida so much that when I thought I was dying two years ago, and made Lucia plan my Memorial Service, she was going to play Waltzing Matilda every third song, and “The Piano’s been drinking,” every fifth song.
My memorial service was going to take place at a pan Hispanic restaurant that has since closed; but since I have a cousin who is the chef at a hot downtown restaurant will change it to that restaurant. Not that I’m planning on dying anytime soon, but I am in the mood for a big party.
Saw The Constant Gardener last night. Thought that it was a great movie but much too sad for me. I need to be entertained now when I go to the movies. Between terrorist threats, figuring out how I can afford to live in New York and if it’s really worth the many costs, and other such stuff I have a great need to be entertained.
Don’t know 2005’s statistics but a few years ago I read that the Upper West Side has the largest movie going population in the country; forget how many screens we have in a 20 block area but we have many, and if you go north from 84th and Broadway, even more. The Loews 68th Street had the highest per seat revenue of any theater in the country. On weekends you have to buy tickets in advance and get there at least 45 minutes early. It’s almost not worth it.
Still love that multiplex. Sometimes I go to Barnes & Noble, get a book, and then go the theater about 45 minutes before the first show during the week, and sit and read. It feels so decadent.
Yes my version of decadent has changed much. Now it’s dark choclate with ginger, then it was….read for yourselves.
I’m going to keep Courting on the light anecdote and sexual sides as I often write simply to entertain myself. Usually if I laugh at something I write other people will also. Zachary stories also.
I also nominate and award myself the first annual way too prolifiec blogger award; my posts might also be shorter. Sometimes they might even be linear.
In my Bring it on! post all I really had to say was:
I don’t understand a federal government that tells a city about a specific suspected terrorist attack and then essentially takes the warning back.
And I’m going to have me a James Spader film festival weekend with The Big Easy thrown in, in support of the people of New Orleans. The first week it was out in the movies I saw it three times, it was a First Friday Night Movie–a ritual with some friends, saw it again Monday night
Then went to the 11 AM Saturday showing, the next weekend, at the Sutton or some old theatre on the East Side; watched the audience. Never saw so many women move back and forth in their seats.
Yes it was that sexy. When Dennis Quaid is good, he’s very very very good