Which state has become more overrun by right-wing reactionaries, Kansas or Arizona? Amid national protests, Arizona Governor and immigration reactionary Jan Brewer veteoed a bill that would allow public businesses in the state the right to deny service to gays. It's hard to call the move an act of pragmatism or a change of heart; more than likely, the forfeiture of commerce and out-of-state revenue that this bill would've created was the likely X factor. When the NFL threatened to pull Super Bowl XLIX, just like they did 30 years ago, that might have been the final straw.
Unfortunately, these "gay Jim Crow" laws are growing quite common. As a rebuke of the many legal victories that LGBT activists enjoyed in 2012 and 2013, conservatives on the local and gubernatorial level are playing their hand. The law that Arizona shut down is close to passing in Kansas, and Idaho and Mississippi might follow suit. If these discriminatory acts pass, what have been a complicated series of legal battles are bound to get more convoluted. Are SB 1062 and its copycats really based on religious grounds, or just legalized bigotry?
Other notes from an eventful February:
+ Another Winter Olympics has come and gone. As it turned out, Sochi wasn't the polluted, psuedo-fascist hellscape that some (including myself) had feared, though as a venue it still left a lot of people underwhelmed. Considering how much was spent to spruce up the Russian resort town, perhaps it would be best if the Summer and Winter Olympics rotated exclusively between four or five different cities. Maybe LA, Tokyo, Athens, Sydney and/or London for the summer games, and Lake Placid, Albertville, Lillehammer, Nagano, and Reykjavik for the winter games? Maybe one city per continent? What are your thoughts?
+ My second attempt at producing a show went better than the first. I feel more confident in what I'm doing, and having a business partner to workshop ideas and split fees has been a boon. With that said, I'm proud to announce that we are in early talks for another run at the same theater in June 2014. If anyone is in or around Chicago on Sundays in the late Spring/early Summer, I'll keep you posted with more details.
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Friday, February 28, 2014
Tuesday, February 18, 2014
Seasons of Love: "Monty Python's Flying Circus," Season Two, 1970
First in a series
I was the first person I knew that was into Monty Python. I discovered them around the time of my 9th birthday; in hindsight that might have been too young, but their singular impact on me was much too great to let age be a consideration. I remember watching the show's 20th anniversary special (several years after its first airing, mind you) one night on PBS and it struck my curiosity enough that I started renting tapes from Blockbuster a couple of days later. The absurdity and silliness was what lured me in; the intellectual undercurrent was what keep me watching. Where most of my peers discovered "Monty Python and the Holy Grail" a year or two after I did, my gateway was the original series.
For the first of my "Seasons of Love" essays, I have chosen the second and arguably most immaculate season of Monty Python's Flying Circus. If MPFC instigated the "classic rock" era of British comedy, than the second series is Led Zeppelin II, Exile on Main Street, and Who's Next rolled into one. All thirteen episodes are A-quality or very close to it; I can count the number of sketches and bits I didn't like on one hand. If the first series set the tone for breaking conventions and destroying the familiar, year two reinforced the anarchy. The sweet spot between surreal interference and coherent set-pieces is hit more regularly, and without getting pummeled. The chaos is more fluid, more focused, and just about seamless. Where the third and fourth series grow increasingly hit and miss (especially after John Cleese's departure) the second series is peak Python.
To understand Monty Python at the peak of its powers is to see how the show's talent took specific roles and played that part to the hilt. John Cleese, the alpha male; Graham Chapman, the straight man; Eric Idle, cheeky and playful; Michael Palin, alternately nice and smarmy; Terry Jones, the pompous pushover; and Terry Gilliam, taciturn yet feral. Writing and creating their own material, the Pythons had totally different personalities: Cleese and Chapman collaborated on sketches that mixed foibles and juxtaposition; Palin and Jones co-wrote longer sketches that turned into meandering character studies; Idle kept it short and silly. The spine of the zaniness was Gilliam's intricate animation fills, stop-motion cutouts mixed with zaftig, macabre caricatures.
To bring home my point, here are (in chronological order) the five strongest episodes of season two:
"Face the Press," episode one of the season, 14th overall. Best known for "Ministry of Silly Walks," one of the few overly physical sketches in the Python canon, "Press" also features the Piranaha Brothers documentary spoof, which consumes the final third of the episode. A gag involving an absurd number of deliverymen installing a new gas cooker (er, oven) gives the season premiere a figurative and literally serpentine runner to bring everything together. "Dinsdale!"
"The Spanish Inquisition," episode two, 15th overall. AV Club suggested this as your Python Gateway to Geekery, and I can't disagree. Palin is aces as the hapless Cardinal Ximenez, turning the titular 15th century religious persecution into feckless, mustache-twirling villainy. They aim for evil, but they settle for mild annoyance. Beyond the inquisition this is just a collection of sketch great sketches, including "The Semaphore Version of Wuthering Heights" and "Tax on Thingy."
"It's a Living," episode six, 19th overall. There's no recurring theme or wraparound this time, it's just a great series of sketches. "Timmy Williams' Coffee Time" is a dead-on parody of David Frost, a bite-the-hand-that-feeds moment for an early champion of Python's work. The final quarter of the episode is again dedicated a lengthier piece, a send-up of live election coverage --a Party Political Broadcast, if you will-- that pits the Silly Party against the Sensible Party.
"Spam," episode 12, 25th overall. Any Python fan worth their salt knows the title sketch and its accompanying sing-along, but this is another top-to-bottom cavalcade of scenes. "Ypres 1914" evokes Ernest Hemingway and features a great individual performance from Chapman. "Dirty Hungarian Phrasebook" is fairly quotable, and "Communist Quiz" and "Gumby Flower Arranging" later became staples of Python's live act.
"Royal Episode 13," 26th overall. "The Queen is watching," the show's announcer warns upfront. Any assumption that Python will play it safe is thrown out almost immediately; the tasteless "Cannibal Lifeboat" sketch segues into the even more abhorrent "Cannibal Undertaker" sketch, and gross-out humor dominates the proceedings. Inspired as it may have been, the perceived limits of good taste forced the BBC's censors to pay closer attention. There was a limit to what Monty Python could get away with after all.
Of course, by choosing five episodes from one season I can't touch every base. The other eight episodes of Python's second series have all sorts of great sketches, ranging from the game show spoof "Blackmail" to "The Killer Cars" to "How Not to Be Seen." "Scott of the Antarctic," perhaps the weakest episode of the season, is a tad arch and slow-moving at times, but its strongest elements trump the weaknesses. Regardless, whenever someone watches "Holy Grail" or "Life of Brian" want to know where to go next, season two is normally where I steer them.
With any luck, "Seasons of Love" will turn into a monthly feature on this blog. There are plenty of shows I like, past and present, that are worth writing about; at the same time, I'm also open to suggestions.
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Saturday, February 8, 2014
The Curious Case of the Erstwhile Editor
For reasons that are unclear to me, I had been unable to access private messaging or the forums at TV.com, a situation that dragged on for nearly two weeks. At first I thought I was suspended under unknown pretenses; I had not logged in for a week in October 2013 (partially because of work, but also my family health situation) and was let off with a warning. However, there was hardly a strike two, let alone a strike three. I can't access the forums, or send private messages, or make any submissions outside of cast and crew credits. I had to ask my friends Charlene (aka IndianaMom) and Terence (algetrig91) to play go-between with the site admins, and they forwarded me the tech support e-mail. It took a few days, but the problem is resolved. Fellow TV.commers: I'm back on track.
Other notes:
+ Family Update: as of Thursday, February 6th my father's cancer is completely gone. There's a slim possibility that it may return, but right now it's completely out of his system. Granted, he's still physically weak and he's regained only a scintilla of his vision in one eye, but it's a step forward.
+ I think the Super Bowl ad that offended me the most was the one where they put ketchup on a hot dog.
+ Everything about the Sochi Olympics is a mess, and the games have barely started. The animal cruelty, the anti-gay propaganda laws, the lackadasical preparation, the fact that Vladimir Putin has his hand in just about everything. Rest assured, Russia will not host another Olympics for a long, long time.
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Wednesday, January 22, 2014
Sketches in Tuscan Leather: My Review of Drake on SNL (1/18/14)
A Review by "HelloStuart," Amateur Critic and Gubernatorial Bully
Scroll down for a special bonus review!
With tonight's episode, a smidgen of history is being made as an already swollen cast grows by one. First off, welcome Sasheer Zamata to the show; a veteran of UCB, Miss Zamata first auditioned last summer, then was invited to a special "cattle call" after the SNL came under fire for a lack of diversity. She's the first African-American woman in the cast since Maya Rudolph and only the fifth in the show's long history. (The two runners-up for Sasheer's job were brought on board as writers.) The expectations are weighty, but I wish her nothing but the best. Also, for the first time in SNL history there are seven women in the cast, doubling the median of three or four that had been the unofficial norm. That also balloons the cast to 17 actors, trying the 1991-92 ensemble for the largest in show history, and one can assume that this will further hinder airtime for the six actors hired at the beginning of this season.
This week's host and musical guest is Drake, the Canadian rapper and former child actor who previously appeared three seasons ago. On paper, Drizzy's pedigree gives him a 60/40 shot of succeeding as a host; "Degrassi: The Next Generation" wasn't exactly "Downton Abbey," but his charisma more than made up for it.
And now, the sketch-by-sketch analysis:
COLD OPENING: Another week, another jigsaw edition of "Piers Morgan Live." A quick, self-deprecating jab at Piers (TK) gives way to the current litany of troublemakers in the news, circa early 2014. Gov. Chris Christie (BM) is defensive and tense in the wake of Bridgegate, then threatens the smarmy Brit. Drizzy comes out of nowhere to take down Alex Rodriguez, who blames his suspected steroid abuse on faulty texting and misleading emojis. The revelation was Kate's dead-on imitation of Justin Bieber, looking vague and aloof in the face of possible vandalism and drug charges. It was kind of strange that he/she said LFNY, though if it was for time constraints I perfectly understand.
OPENING CREDITS: Howdy, Sasheer!
MONOLOGUE: Drizzy's opening words segues awkwardly into what should have been an individual sketch about his bar mitzvah, circa 1999. Either he didn't have much to say, or the writers wouldn't let the opportunity pass them by. Sasheer makes her first sketch appearance (with a brief ovation) as Kenan's gold-digger ladyfriend, the high point in a parade of hacky stereotype jokes.
"Hip Hop Classics": Partially or entirely pre-recorded imitation showcases have quickly become the norm in Year 39, offering the young, bloated cast an opportunity to share their wares in a rapid-fire assembly line. Rather than focus on one performance, you almost have to look at the sketch as a whole. With that said, former MTV2 talking head Sway (KT) shows fake clips of today's hip-hop stars before they were famous, mostly on parodies of '90s TV shows. What worked was pretty damn funny: Lil' Wayne (Drake) was the original Urkel, Rihanna (SZ) was Barbados' answer to Blossom, Rick Ross (KT) as a Teletubby. If "That's So 2 Chainz" (JP) becomes a recurring sketch, I will not complain.
"Nancy Grace": The southern-friend lawyer/attention hog will never stop bloviating, so perhaps a revival of this sketch was inevitable. Tonight's edition extends Grace's opposition to legalizing marijuana, then fails to connect with a 420-friendly bakery owner (KT) and the chronically chronic comedian Katt Williams (Drake). Noel's Nancy pales to Amy Poehler's salt-of-the-earth egomaniac, though she makes a valiant effort.
FILM: "Resolution Revolution" ultimately doesn't know if it's a straight music video parody with jokey inclinations or just a dry lampoon. In spite of some questionable editing, the clip looked like a lot of fun to shoot, and Sasheer looked fiiiiine.
"Slumber Party": An alleged pre-teen (AB) swoons illicitly over the father (Drake) of her friend (SZ) as a gaggle of other jejunes just want to talk about girl stuff. This sketch is a somewhat overdue showcase for Aidy's skills as a physical actress, a commodity in her Chicago days but particularly unused in her stint on SNL thus far. Further points to Drizzy for playing the oblivious dad with goofy charm.
MUSICAL PERFORMANCE: Under a red filter, Drizzy keeps it real and remembers his roots on "Started From The Bottom."
WEEKEND UPDATE: With the Meyers/Strong era ending nearly as soon as it began, it's hard to judge whether the mentor and protege had any chemistry or if Seth was politely showing the new kid the ropes. Even though Cecily is steadily finding her rhythm, it's still Seth's Update and 60% of the stronger material is moving in his direction. Tonight's edition featured a rare running gag/wraparound in the form of Jacqueline Bisset (VB), the recent Golden Globe winner whose confused journey to the stage and perplexed acceptance speech was an unintentional highlight. Bayer doesn't imitate Bisset so much as nail down the beats of her bewildered "journey," complete with heavy breathing. In comparison, Nasim's latest commentary as Arianna Huffington was a little more off the rack, a stew of witty analogies and half-conceived catchphrases underlying some dead-on political commentary.
"Indiana Jones Experience": A Disney World cast member (Drake) fights to remain chipper as foreign tourist Rahad (NS) fails to grasp the one-of-a-kind experience her American hosts have dropped on her lap. Like "Slumber Party" earlier this evening, this is Nasim's time to shine; Rahad's childlike confusion ruins every element of the experience with abstracted aplomb. This won't be the last we'll see of her.
"Detention Poetry": Reprising a character introduced in the Miley Cyrus (which dates back to Vanessa's SNL audition 3 1/2 years ago) quirky Miss Meadows persuades a class full of delinquents to write out their feelings. It's a slight improvement over the first go-around, yet covers most of the same territory; two misfits (AB, KT) present their writings, while a third (Drake) puts the moves on Meadows. POB does a nice job as the understated monitor/straight man.
MUSICAL PERFORMANCE: Have you noticed how nearly every second song so far this season has been a ballad or slow jam? And it's seldom a single, usually a deep cut near the end of the album? Well, Drake keeps that trend going with this doleful mash-up of "Hold On We're Going Home" and "From Time." The second half is a duet, and Drizzy's goo-goo eyes with singing partner Jhene Aiko (who?) drags on so long that he actually asks her to stop the song. Oy gevalt.
"Mornin' Miami": Oh hey, another encore from the Miley Cyrus show. It's the same strategy as last time, only the segment teasers are more absurd than before. One must wonder if all local morning chat-fests are this prickly behind the scenes.
FILM: Kyle constantly says "I Know" to an increasingly annoyed Beck, but a near-fatal accident puts their friendship in perspective. It's not as surreal as other efforts, but they're unilaterally charming and at this point, the Good Neighbor boys own the ten-to-one slot.
To say Drake was a revelation is a bit much, but he was a very good host at the center of another very good show. He only played himself in a sketch once (twice if you count the monologue), an indicator that he checked his ego at the door and jumped into the group effort. Sasheer had a very strong first show, and though I doubt her early showcase won't last there's not much to criticize so far. If one mere episode is any indicator, Miss Zamata is a cross between Maya and Cecily, a workmanlike and multifaceted actress that can play sexy and zany at the drop of a hat. Considering how almost all the women in the cast were front and center at some point tonight, I think Sasheer will do just fine.
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And now, a quick recap of the first half of Season 39:
Midseason MVP: Kate McKinnon by a hair. In a transition year someone had to take the reigns and steady the ship, and Kate has done a better job of doing so than Cecily, Taran, or Bobby.
Midseason ROY: So many rookies, yet so little to analyze. On the strength of the aforementioned filmed pieces, I'll let Beck and Kyle share the honors. Noel ranks a distant third, and the jury's still out on everyone else.
Midseason Most Improved Player: Another close call, but I'll take Nasim over Aidy. After getting lost in the shuffle during the Kristen Wiig era, Miss Pedrad is finally showing the promise she first flashed over four years ago.
Best Host: Kerry Washington
Worst Host: Josh Hutcherson
Best Musical Guest: Arcade Fire
Worst Musical Guest: One Direction
Best Episode So Far: Kerry Washington/Eminem
Honorable Mention: Jimmy Fallon/Justin Timberlake
Worst Episode So Far: Miley Cyrus
If you have any questions for Stuart, either PM him or catch him in the forum.
Scroll down for a special bonus review!
With tonight's episode, a smidgen of history is being made as an already swollen cast grows by one. First off, welcome Sasheer Zamata to the show; a veteran of UCB, Miss Zamata first auditioned last summer, then was invited to a special "cattle call" after the SNL came under fire for a lack of diversity. She's the first African-American woman in the cast since Maya Rudolph and only the fifth in the show's long history. (The two runners-up for Sasheer's job were brought on board as writers.) The expectations are weighty, but I wish her nothing but the best. Also, for the first time in SNL history there are seven women in the cast, doubling the median of three or four that had been the unofficial norm. That also balloons the cast to 17 actors, trying the 1991-92 ensemble for the largest in show history, and one can assume that this will further hinder airtime for the six actors hired at the beginning of this season.
This week's host and musical guest is Drake, the Canadian rapper and former child actor who previously appeared three seasons ago. On paper, Drizzy's pedigree gives him a 60/40 shot of succeeding as a host; "Degrassi: The Next Generation" wasn't exactly "Downton Abbey," but his charisma more than made up for it.
And now, the sketch-by-sketch analysis:
COLD OPENING: Another week, another jigsaw edition of "Piers Morgan Live." A quick, self-deprecating jab at Piers (TK) gives way to the current litany of troublemakers in the news, circa early 2014. Gov. Chris Christie (BM) is defensive and tense in the wake of Bridgegate, then threatens the smarmy Brit. Drizzy comes out of nowhere to take down Alex Rodriguez, who blames his suspected steroid abuse on faulty texting and misleading emojis. The revelation was Kate's dead-on imitation of Justin Bieber, looking vague and aloof in the face of possible vandalism and drug charges. It was kind of strange that he/she said LFNY, though if it was for time constraints I perfectly understand.
OPENING CREDITS: Howdy, Sasheer!
MONOLOGUE: Drizzy's opening words segues awkwardly into what should have been an individual sketch about his bar mitzvah, circa 1999. Either he didn't have much to say, or the writers wouldn't let the opportunity pass them by. Sasheer makes her first sketch appearance (with a brief ovation) as Kenan's gold-digger ladyfriend, the high point in a parade of hacky stereotype jokes.
"Hip Hop Classics": Partially or entirely pre-recorded imitation showcases have quickly become the norm in Year 39, offering the young, bloated cast an opportunity to share their wares in a rapid-fire assembly line. Rather than focus on one performance, you almost have to look at the sketch as a whole. With that said, former MTV2 talking head Sway (KT) shows fake clips of today's hip-hop stars before they were famous, mostly on parodies of '90s TV shows. What worked was pretty damn funny: Lil' Wayne (Drake) was the original Urkel, Rihanna (SZ) was Barbados' answer to Blossom, Rick Ross (KT) as a Teletubby. If "That's So 2 Chainz" (JP) becomes a recurring sketch, I will not complain.
"Nancy Grace": The southern-friend lawyer/attention hog will never stop bloviating, so perhaps a revival of this sketch was inevitable. Tonight's edition extends Grace's opposition to legalizing marijuana, then fails to connect with a 420-friendly bakery owner (KT) and the chronically chronic comedian Katt Williams (Drake). Noel's Nancy pales to Amy Poehler's salt-of-the-earth egomaniac, though she makes a valiant effort.
FILM: "Resolution Revolution" ultimately doesn't know if it's a straight music video parody with jokey inclinations or just a dry lampoon. In spite of some questionable editing, the clip looked like a lot of fun to shoot, and Sasheer looked fiiiiine.
"Slumber Party": An alleged pre-teen (AB) swoons illicitly over the father (Drake) of her friend (SZ) as a gaggle of other jejunes just want to talk about girl stuff. This sketch is a somewhat overdue showcase for Aidy's skills as a physical actress, a commodity in her Chicago days but particularly unused in her stint on SNL thus far. Further points to Drizzy for playing the oblivious dad with goofy charm.
MUSICAL PERFORMANCE: Under a red filter, Drizzy keeps it real and remembers his roots on "Started From The Bottom."
WEEKEND UPDATE: With the Meyers/Strong era ending nearly as soon as it began, it's hard to judge whether the mentor and protege had any chemistry or if Seth was politely showing the new kid the ropes. Even though Cecily is steadily finding her rhythm, it's still Seth's Update and 60% of the stronger material is moving in his direction. Tonight's edition featured a rare running gag/wraparound in the form of Jacqueline Bisset (VB), the recent Golden Globe winner whose confused journey to the stage and perplexed acceptance speech was an unintentional highlight. Bayer doesn't imitate Bisset so much as nail down the beats of her bewildered "journey," complete with heavy breathing. In comparison, Nasim's latest commentary as Arianna Huffington was a little more off the rack, a stew of witty analogies and half-conceived catchphrases underlying some dead-on political commentary.
"Indiana Jones Experience": A Disney World cast member (Drake) fights to remain chipper as foreign tourist Rahad (NS) fails to grasp the one-of-a-kind experience her American hosts have dropped on her lap. Like "Slumber Party" earlier this evening, this is Nasim's time to shine; Rahad's childlike confusion ruins every element of the experience with abstracted aplomb. This won't be the last we'll see of her.
"Detention Poetry": Reprising a character introduced in the Miley Cyrus (which dates back to Vanessa's SNL audition 3 1/2 years ago) quirky Miss Meadows persuades a class full of delinquents to write out their feelings. It's a slight improvement over the first go-around, yet covers most of the same territory; two misfits (AB, KT) present their writings, while a third (Drake) puts the moves on Meadows. POB does a nice job as the understated monitor/straight man.
MUSICAL PERFORMANCE: Have you noticed how nearly every second song so far this season has been a ballad or slow jam? And it's seldom a single, usually a deep cut near the end of the album? Well, Drake keeps that trend going with this doleful mash-up of "Hold On We're Going Home" and "From Time." The second half is a duet, and Drizzy's goo-goo eyes with singing partner Jhene Aiko (who?) drags on so long that he actually asks her to stop the song. Oy gevalt.
"Mornin' Miami": Oh hey, another encore from the Miley Cyrus show. It's the same strategy as last time, only the segment teasers are more absurd than before. One must wonder if all local morning chat-fests are this prickly behind the scenes.
FILM: Kyle constantly says "I Know" to an increasingly annoyed Beck, but a near-fatal accident puts their friendship in perspective. It's not as surreal as other efforts, but they're unilaterally charming and at this point, the Good Neighbor boys own the ten-to-one slot.
To say Drake was a revelation is a bit much, but he was a very good host at the center of another very good show. He only played himself in a sketch once (twice if you count the monologue), an indicator that he checked his ego at the door and jumped into the group effort. Sasheer had a very strong first show, and though I doubt her early showcase won't last there's not much to criticize so far. If one mere episode is any indicator, Miss Zamata is a cross between Maya and Cecily, a workmanlike and multifaceted actress that can play sexy and zany at the drop of a hat. Considering how almost all the women in the cast were front and center at some point tonight, I think Sasheer will do just fine.
----+---------------+ ----
And now, a quick recap of the first half of Season 39:
Midseason MVP: Kate McKinnon by a hair. In a transition year someone had to take the reigns and steady the ship, and Kate has done a better job of doing so than Cecily, Taran, or Bobby.
Midseason ROY: So many rookies, yet so little to analyze. On the strength of the aforementioned filmed pieces, I'll let Beck and Kyle share the honors. Noel ranks a distant third, and the jury's still out on everyone else.
Midseason Most Improved Player: Another close call, but I'll take Nasim over Aidy. After getting lost in the shuffle during the Kristen Wiig era, Miss Pedrad is finally showing the promise she first flashed over four years ago.
Best Host: Kerry Washington
Worst Host: Josh Hutcherson
Best Musical Guest: Arcade Fire
Worst Musical Guest: One Direction
Best Episode So Far: Kerry Washington/Eminem
Honorable Mention: Jimmy Fallon/Justin Timberlake
Worst Episode So Far: Miley Cyrus
If you have any questions for Stuart, either PM him or catch him in the forum.
Tuesday, January 14, 2014
Lemon Juicer
It saddens me how much Alex Rodriguez's ego blurs the reality of his misdeeds. In my opinion, his initial suspension of 210-plus games (the remainder of the 2013 season, plus all of 2014) fit the crime. Instead of just accepting his punishment, A-Rod did everything he could to fight the suspension; he vowed to clear his name in spite of overwhelming evidence against him and a total lack of proof. Rodriguez's defense was like a bad high school essay: he had an opening and closing paragraph, but no body. After a quixotic fight against the system in which Rodriguez literally played out the first portion of his suspension --and to further salt wounds, he was actually somewhat productive in a close divisional race-- the remainder of his ban was upheld. His 2014 season is over and maybe his career is, too. He had become an injury risk to compliment his poisonous attitude, and the physical toll of such a long exile is almost irreversible. And yet, Rodriguez's multiple acts of hubris made his delayed amercement ring a little hollow; at this rate, a banishment at the scale of Pete Rose's seems more justified than ever.
A once-gifted athlete with a chip on his shoulder, in less than two decades Alex Rodriguez went from tolerable to disliked to outright inexcusable. He became a diva without an audience, an emperor without clothes. I would cap this with a cliched comment about how the mighty had fallen, but it's hard to tell whether A-Rod was truly mighty to being with.
Other notes:
+ How's Dad? He's been home for about three weeks now. In spite of demands from his family and several medical professionals, he is trying to manage without a 24/7 nurse. At the same time, we've arranged an occupational nurse and physical therapist to drop by at least once a week. He also spends nearly all day in a Barcalounger the corner of the family living room, because he's afraid he'll fall out of his twin long bed. (The old man is stubborn, and he's always been a little eccentric, but he has his pride.)
+ Democrats will rail on Chris Christie for Bridgegate. Republicans will rail on Hillary Clinton for Benghazi. Democrats will also wail on Ted Cruz for the government shutdown. In retaliation, the GOP will treat Joe Biden as a proxy of everything that's wrong with President Obama. Is these are our top contenders for the Oval Office in 2016, it is going to be a long 2 1/2 years.
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A once-gifted athlete with a chip on his shoulder, in less than two decades Alex Rodriguez went from tolerable to disliked to outright inexcusable. He became a diva without an audience, an emperor without clothes. I would cap this with a cliched comment about how the mighty had fallen, but it's hard to tell whether A-Rod was truly mighty to being with.
Other notes:
+ How's Dad? He's been home for about three weeks now. In spite of demands from his family and several medical professionals, he is trying to manage without a 24/7 nurse. At the same time, we've arranged an occupational nurse and physical therapist to drop by at least once a week. He also spends nearly all day in a Barcalounger the corner of the family living room, because he's afraid he'll fall out of his twin long bed. (The old man is stubborn, and he's always been a little eccentric, but he has his pride.)
+ Democrats will rail on Chris Christie for Bridgegate. Republicans will rail on Hillary Clinton for Benghazi. Democrats will also wail on Ted Cruz for the government shutdown. In retaliation, the GOP will treat Joe Biden as a proxy of everything that's wrong with President Obama. Is these are our top contenders for the Oval Office in 2016, it is going to be a long 2 1/2 years.
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Monday, January 6, 2014
The Best Laid Plans...
I've never been much for New Year's resolutions. The concept feels like an admission of failure or some type of character flaw. Plus, I look at goals from an objective and circumstantial standpoint; why must we reset on January 1st?
This year --or for the first quarter of 2014, anyway-- I'm putting an increased focus on my theater interests. I just made a house team at One Group Mind, a nationally-known improv organization with a local venue in Wrigleyville. In February, I'm moving the variety show I staged last year at a new theater, with a new name (House of Stuart) and a new night (Sundays in lieu of Wednesdays). I've taken on a business partner to assist in recouping any potential losses, and the longer run time will allow me to experiment with the show's format. The outcome of this show will ultimately determine whether I have a future in producing and potentially talent management.
Of course, that doesn't mean I'm still concerned with making a paycheck. I apply for jobs online on a daily basis, and I had more interviews in the last three months than the previous twelve combined. For now I'm still substitute teaching, waking up on less than two hours' notice whenever either of my two districts need an extra hand. I wanted to make 29 my most productive year, and though progress has been slightly slower than expected, I'm working toward my goals and not looking back.
Other notes:
+ Five months since its launch, my Facebook page "Stu News" is inching towards 350 likes. Follow this link to see what the hype is about.
+ Welcome to "Chiberia." Right now the Midwest is experiencing record-low temperatures and equally mind-boggling wind chills. It's terrible out in the suburbs, but from what I've heard even worse in the city. Until this blows over (pun not intended) I recommend my Wisconsin, Illinois, Iowa, and Indiana friends to venture out only if absolutely necessary.
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This year --or for the first quarter of 2014, anyway-- I'm putting an increased focus on my theater interests. I just made a house team at One Group Mind, a nationally-known improv organization with a local venue in Wrigleyville. In February, I'm moving the variety show I staged last year at a new theater, with a new name (House of Stuart) and a new night (Sundays in lieu of Wednesdays). I've taken on a business partner to assist in recouping any potential losses, and the longer run time will allow me to experiment with the show's format. The outcome of this show will ultimately determine whether I have a future in producing and potentially talent management.
Of course, that doesn't mean I'm still concerned with making a paycheck. I apply for jobs online on a daily basis, and I had more interviews in the last three months than the previous twelve combined. For now I'm still substitute teaching, waking up on less than two hours' notice whenever either of my two districts need an extra hand. I wanted to make 29 my most productive year, and though progress has been slightly slower than expected, I'm working toward my goals and not looking back.
Other notes:
+ Five months since its launch, my Facebook page "Stu News" is inching towards 350 likes. Follow this link to see what the hype is about.
+ Welcome to "Chiberia." Right now the Midwest is experiencing record-low temperatures and equally mind-boggling wind chills. It's terrible out in the suburbs, but from what I've heard even worse in the city. Until this blows over (pun not intended) I recommend my Wisconsin, Illinois, Iowa, and Indiana friends to venture out only if absolutely necessary.
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