Due to technical glitches, getting the quirks out of my new site, and, oh yes, a life, this will be my last post, maybe, until next week.
I would say “Happy New Year,” but what’s happy about it? But I’ll say it anyway because as one of my heroes Louis Armstrong asked him why he sang “What a Wonderful World,” when the world was anything but, he said that he was singing about the possibilities. It could be a wonderful world.
In many ways it is: Birds sing; children plays (I sort of have that song memorized) and, not in the song, people die.
People die in a natural disaster that could have been somewhat averted, but why help save that part of The Third World when we can help save oil interests?
Susan Sontag was a big influence on my adolescent angst era. She was intellectual, had the type of dark haired big eyed looks I have always associated with true beauty, and while I knew that I could never aspire to be as thought provoking as her, I could aspire to try to be challenging and knowledgeable. Susan Sontag helped make wearing all black fashionable for which I will be forever in her debt.
But it’s Jerry Orbach I truly mourn for. Until I got a DVR, I never really enjoyed TV. It can sometimes make me hyper. My DVR lets me control when and what I watch. I only began watching Law & Order two years ago; I watch all three and am sort of addicted.
In the early days of AIDS when little was known and the mainstream media was sitting on their collective asses acting panicked, Sontag was a refreshing real voice that helped me a straight woman with many friends who would die before turning 35, begin to come to terms with something I will never fully be at peace with nor would I want to be. I had forgotten about how she influenced me.
It’s Jerry Orbach I truly mourn for. Until I got a DVR, I never really enjoyed TV. It can sometimes make me hyper. My DVR lets me control when and what I watch. I only began watching Law & Order two years ago; I watch all three and am sort of addicted.
I had always thought of Orbach as an old man, even when he was young, so when he began to look sexy to me I thought I was losing it. I realized that he had work done and felt somewhat relieved. Briscoe, his TV persona, seemed to be modeled on him. I loved his asides, his liberalism, and I just assumed that he would be returning on the fourth Law & Order.
He was reassuring; just as the thought that no matter where I move in the USA Law & Order will be in reruns. I could watch my neighborhood on TV at least four times a day. It won’t be the same now; it just won’t.