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Catamount Community Radio - February 16, 2014

The truth is that there was no show. I saw on FB yesterday that there is some major technical issue at the station and that there will be no radio until further notice. Looking on the bright side (I am something of a Pollyanna) I won't have to rack my brain to come up with cover contest questions next week.

The snow is melting; only in the shady areas is there still snow. I've been back on the bike. In fact yesterday, as I was approaching 107, a grey fox darted across the road in front of me.

For some reason, I'm not much one for movies. But I did watch one the other day: Woody Allen's latest, Blue Jasmine. I wanted to like it, but I have to confess that it left me rather indifferent. I still think of Woody Allen movies as featuring Woody Allen as an actor, with that sort of neurotic humor. Woody didn't act in this movie, and it didn't provoke a single laugh, in spite of the fact that Louis C.K. and Andrew Dice Clay acted in it. I can't deny that Kate Blanchett was very good in her role as a women who went from privilege and wealth to muttering to herself in the street. But I couldn't escape the feeling that I would rather be doing something else than sitting there watching it.

I had a similar feeling at the play the other night. We saw a production of Ibsen's The Doll House, which was fast-forwarded into the fifties or sixties. If you're tall, like I am, and have crossed the ocean in an airplane, you know the claustrophobic feeling of not having room for your legs and just wanting to be somewhere else besides in your seat. Well, that's how I felt at the theater. What's more, I had some digestive essences inside of me that were longing for their freedom, but social convention dictated that I keep them imprisoned. Two seats to my left, the mother-in-law kept muttering in Nepalese about the guy sitting in front of her with the big head.

Am I becoming a philistine? I wouldn't doubt it.


social convention dictated

You are funny. You could have elected to free the prisoners and free yourself from any future theatrical obligations at the same time. Or maybe not. Your gas is as good as mine.

June 2019



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