Jon Stewart on the “The Factor,” which is truly remarkable television.
I’m sure by now you’ve all seen at least part of this but it’s worth watching the whole thing. Every minute is pure joy.
On reading my prior Penn Station post, my sister in law told me about a professor she had who spoke of Penn Station this way:
You used to stroll through it like a Roman and now you scuttle below it like a rat. That’s it, I can’t speak of this more today.
I’m paraphrasing, but I that’s pretty much the idea, I would say. What was his name again?
Also, just generally on the topic of real estate developers. I’ve been reading Gotham, which is the history of New York City, which is, more or less, the history of real estate developers. I’m not switching sides on this issue, but they’re more important to our economic eco-system than I think we give them credit for. Not that don’t totally destroy some pretty priceless stuff.
One of my co-workers was quite a busy digital tech before the crash and we were talking about how it got progressively more difficult after November ’08 to sustain a freelance situation. She sort of wondered aloud why it was that some people worked straight through it and, in fact, are still working in the industry despite the fact that so many people, including the two of us, more or less dropped out for the time being for a less relevant (if not more stable) pursuit. I’ve been watching a lot of documentaries on the military channel lately, and it struck me that there’s something of a parallel in the randomness of it all.
“It’s kind of like war,” I said. “A lot of people get shot, but some don’t.”
Now that I’ve written that down and re-read it, I realize that it’s actually a wildly offensive claim for me to make. War is the only thing like war with Haiti coming in a not-too-distant second. Anything even approaching such an excruciating reality is unfathomable, especially given that I have a job and it’s pretty great. Not to mention that, in my case, cosmic randomness played merely a supporting role to irresponsibility when it comes to my willful (and hopefully temporary) exile from the photo scene.
But taking my own stupid situation out of it, the unemployment stakes are a bit like the trenches in the sense that there’s not necessarily a reason why one person works and another person doesn’t when they’ve both gone about things in more or less the same way.
Anyway, these are the things I think of when I spend my evenings digging though the Library of Congress online stacks with the War in Europe raging over my shoulder.