Category Archives: Politics

A good read

The fifth sentence from page 56.

That’s how folks are honoring National Book Week on Facebook — grabbing the book closest at hand and posting that random phrase.

I thought I would go one step further and talk up one of my favorite books.  Not my ‘desert island book’ — A Prayer for Owen Meany, which I have lauded here before — but a book by Mario Puzo that did not achieve the commercial success of the Godfather saga.

I have read and re-read The Fourth K countless times since its 1990 publication.  Although it was a commercial failure, Puzo called it his “most ambitious novel.”  I would argue it is his most imaginative.

The novel follows the Presidency of Francis Xavier Kennedy, the fictional nephew of John F. Kennedy, Robert Kennedy and Ted Kennedy. On an Easter Sunday at the end of his first term of office, the Pope is assassinated and Kennedy’s daughter is taken hostage and murdered.  Soon after, a nuclear device is discovered in midtown Manhattan.

The crises have a fundamental effect on the President’s approach to governing, and impact his decision to seek re-election.  But many question his ability to lead after his daughter’s death and attempt to invoke the 25th Amendment.

It’s an exciting, edge-of-your-seat read, and I think it would make an incredible film.

But it’s National Book Week, so I’ll say it — the book would be better.

Lock me up

Every two years, the Mercatus Center at George Mason University publishes their “Freedom in the 50 States” index.

This year’s most free state?  It’s a virtual tie…between New Hampshire and South Dakota.  And the least free state?

New York

Lady Liberty, look the other way.  (Oh good, she is.)

Turns out my beloved Empire State got dinged for our particularly high taxes, health insurance regulations, anti-smoking laws, lack of medical marijuana and no same-sex marriage (only one vote away!).

Oh…that.

Jason Sorens, co-author of the study and assistant professor at CUNY Buffalo — who (ahem) lives in New York — admits the state has other benefits.

“New York City has a lot going for it…if you like culture, the arts, music, having lots of things to do, nightlife — you’re going to value having more things to do even if you feel more impinged upon.”

Exactly, Jason.  And the things that may make other people feel ‘impinged upon’ — not being able to smoke in Central Park, for example — don’t make me feel any less free.

That’s the beauty of the USA.  There are 50 different states.  If you don’t like the one you’re in, you can move to one you like better.

Like I did.

Freedom’s just another word for nothing left to lose…” Me & Bobby McGee, Janis Joplin

No butts

And breathe, just breathe,
Woah breathe, just breathe… — Anna Nalick

Come to New York City — it’s a great place to breathe!

Effective today, smoking is banned in public spaces, including parks, beaches, and pedestrian plazas.  That means your stroll through Central Park, Times Square and other popular spots where tourists gather won’t be polluted with cigarette smoke.

Smokers who violate the ban will be given one warning, then charged a $50 fine.  The New York City Parks Department, not police officers, will enforce the ban.

Way to go, Mayor Bloomberg.

Everyone doesn’t share my happiness.  A ‘smoke-in’ is scheduled today at City Hall by the New York Citizens Lobbying Against Smoker Harassment to protest the ban.

So, there’s one place where breathing will be especially hazardous to your health today.  But for the rest of the city, breathe in!

Second-hand smoke just got the ol’ one-two punch.



Bright idea

This weekend a friend and I were discussing a possible move to Florida — hers, not mine — and were listing pros and cons.

The relatively low cost of living was number one on her list, as well as being closer to her family.

Me?  I’ve never thought about living there…but I guess being able to go to the Wizarding World of Harry Potter whenever you’d like would be a decided advantage.

But here’s a little fact about Florida that may change her mind…and perhaps the mind of anyone considering a move to The Sunshine State:

Florida lawmakers recently voted to outlaw sex.

Yep.  Apparently they were trying to outlaw bestiality, but instead made “knowing sexual conduct or sexual contact with an animal” illegal.

Turns out humans are animals, too.

Florida says the wording was intentional.  Once signed by the governor, the law as written will go into a special chapter that only deals with crimes against ‘dumb’ animals, so it doesn’t pertain to humans at all.

Now, I applaud any legislation that gives animals additional protections.  But a state that accidentally outlaws sex and calls my dog dumb?

Two strikes, you’re out.


Bittersweet

I have watched a lot of Food Network shows in my day, especially the competition formats.

Iron Chef.  Food Network Star.  Last Cake Standing.

But they are all child’s play compared to the Meilleurs Ouvriers de France (Best Craftsman in France) competition featured in Kings of Pastry, which  I discovered quite by accident last night on HBO OnDemand.

The 2010 documentary was directed by D A Pennebacker and Chris Hegebus, who brought us the Oscar-nominated documentary The War Room, about the 1992 presidential campaign of President Bill Clinton.

Surprisingly, Kings of Pastry is just as griping, tense and dramatic as any political campaign — maybe more so.

Becoming a M.O.F. is the pinnacle of a French pastry chef’s career, and the three-day competition is a grueling test for even the finest artisan.  The film follows Jacquy Pfeiffer, an award-winning French chef and instructor at Chicago’s highly regarded French Pastry School, as he prepares for and completes the competition.

The directors also filmed two other finalists preparing for the M.O.F.:  French chefs Regis Lazard — there for the second time after dropping his sugar sculpture and being eliminated during his first attempt — and Philippe Rigollot, the pastry chef at the renowned restaurant, Maison Pic.

The stress that the M.O.F. puts on the chefs and their families is immense.  To say there were a few tears shed is an understatement, especially by the competition judges, who seemed to live each success and failure of the 16 chefs involved.

Their final work is exacting and beautiful to behold — but I would argue the process is the true art.



Russian revolution

I love Ray Romano.

And apparently, so do the Russians.

The sitcom Everybody Loves Raymond, which was loosely based on the lives of Romano and producer Phil Rosenthal, ran for nine seasons on CBS.  It was nominated for the Best Comedy Series Emmy seven times and won twice.

When they decided to end the series in 2005, it was still in the Top 10, a spot it had occupied since its third season on the air.

Exporting Raymond is a documentary that opened in very limited release in movie theatres last Friday.  It follows Rosenthal’s efforts to produce a Russian version of the sitcom… which is probably even more difficult than you would think.

And really, really funny.

This isn’t a documentary about Ray Romano.  He’s not in it, except in copious clips from the sitcom.   This is Phil’s baby, and he — who I had never seen on camera before — is hilarious in his own right.

He’s wide-eyed and nervous and tentative.  I definitely saw flashes of Woody Allen in his manner (thankfully without the annoying stammer).  But when it comes to Everybody Loves Raymond and helping it come alive for the Russian audience, he is strong and certain and somewhat single-minded.

Goodness knows he runs into obstacles.  The studios there look like bombed out buildings.  The writers and actors are doing two or three shows simultaneously and have extremely limited time and resources.  And the people ‘in charge’ bring somewhat questionable expertise to the table.

It takes a translator, vodka, a kindly driver, a real Russian family, more vodka, and a bit of give-and-take before the pilot episode is complete.   The entire process is really fascinating to watch.

So, how was the Russian version of Raymond received?  I shouldn’t tell you the end.  (Let’s just say it lives up to its name.)

Virtual reality

Waiting for a refrigerator to be delivered to my apartment in Boston — that’s where I was on September 11, 2001.

Last night I was watching, appropriately enough, The Killing, on AMC, when tweets and Facebook status updates hinted of an upcoming presidential address.

I never dreamed it would be the death of Osama Bin Laden.

CNN’s John King remarked — repeatedly, I might add — that last night would be another moment in history where people would always remember “where they were” when they heard the news.

For me, it’s more interesting how.

In 2001, the television networks were my primary news source.  I sat huddled in my apartment, told to remain there by my employer and by the city of Boston, my television set my only real connection to the tragic events in New York City and Pennsylvania.

Last night, I learned as much on Facebook and Twitter as I did on the television networks.  Obama’s announcement at 11:35 served only as a more eloquent confirmation of what I had already gleaned from my own sources.

Bin Laden was dead.

Although I was alone on my couch in both instances — a decade apart — I definitely felt a real sense of community last night. Yea, Facebook!  Yea, Twitter!  Yea, Texts!

Bin Laden is dead.

“I have never wished a man dead, but I have read some obituaries with great pleasure.” — Mark Twain

Where’s the love?

There’s a whole lotta hatin’ going on Facebook and Twitter about tomorrow’s Royal Wedding.

True, the news media is filled to bursting with coverage — all the minutiae on Kate and Wills, their families, the wedding parties, the route, the ceremony, the receptions, the ridiculous souvenirs.

It’s almost as annoying as NBC’s promotion of The Voice.

But how can Americans spew such bitterness upon these nuptials, when we typically lavish such love on all things British?

Don’t we get all excited each summer come Wimbledon… even though its finals fall on or around our nation’s Independence Day?  Sure, we have the US Open in September, but their tennis tournament has the Duke and Duchess of Kent, strawberries and cream, and spiffy tennis whites.

It’s so proper.  It’s soooo not us.

And don’t we love the actors and actresses who hail from the British isle, with their superior dramatic training and — most importantly — their glorious British accentsDidn’t we just bestow the Best Actor Oscar on the very worthy Colin Firth for his performance in The King’s Speech?  We love him ‘exactly as he is’ — for his Mr. Darcy-ness — a quality that could not be achieved if he were not British.

You know it’s true.

So, America, try to recapture some of the love for the British that was in your heart when you gave The King’s Speech the Best Picture Oscar…when the very prickly, very American The Social Network clearly deserved to win.

It’s there.  You’ve just forgotten.

(Ad campaigns will do that to you.)

Really?

Swamp People.

Really, History Channel?

This is the type of program that meets your “high standards of integrity?”

The Kennedys mini-series was beneath you, deemed not worthy for air.  But a reality show about a month-long alligator hunt in the bayou is up to snuff?

Sure.  That makes sense.

Learning the top secret recipe for “goo-goo” juice — a special gator bait — certainly seems more historically relevant than examining a political dynasty like the Kennedys.

And while the Kennedys were a lively bunch, you didn’t often find them in the swamp, racing their speedboats and wrestling alligators to the death.

Nothing like ugly animal death to help ratings, huh, History Channel?  And we already know how The Kennedys ends.

Plus, a reality show is real — no need to worry about the facts being tampered with there.  Am I right??

Riiiiiiight.

Split hairs

Regimes falling in the Middle East.  Floods and earthquakes down under.

What’s the reason behind all the unrest?  The Sticky Egg knows.  It all comes down — predictably enough — to a four-letter word.

HAIR

Justin Bieber cut his famous locks earlier this week.  Kept the bangs, ladies — so don’t hyperventilate or anything — but it’s a bit shorter on the sides.

(I don’t see a big difference, but the world press is gasping.  I’m sure all the Beliebers are, too.)

Days later, Jennifer Aniston premiered a new ‘do as well while doing press for her new movie with Adam Sandler,  Just Go With It.

It’s not the old Rachel, but it’s quite a bit shorter than the long locks she’s been sporting for quite some time.

(I like it better long…not that she asked me.)

Two signature hairdo’s — reconfigured and relaunched — in the same week.

Did Hollywood really think the world could handle a change of this magnitude without some serious side effects?  You’d think Justin and Jennifer’s people could have gotten together and discussed this — maybe spaced out the haircuts throughout the year — so the damage could have been avoided or, at the very least, reduced.

Celebrities have to remember:

With great power comes great responsibility.