Honoring Ida Blankenship

September 30, 2010 at 11:11 pm (Uncategorized)

The MURDER! of Ms. Blankenship was very unexpected and sad. I don’t like it when they create a really cool character just as a plot device. “Are you going to the men’s room!?” Hilarious.

Mad Men fan and ChaseAndBeenChased’s good friend with good taste

Astronaut Ida Blankenship, You GO GAIL!

Shame on you Matthew Weiner.  You take us back to the early 60s every Sunday night, shake things up at the new SCDP office, and needlessly kill off the best new character of season four!  Revive Ida Blankenship! She was a hysterical admin assistant with an accent only a mother (or a New Yorker) could love for a man who can’t hold his liquor or keep his pants on.  She was Don Draper’s contrapasso! With perfectly delivered lines like “How was your siesta? Do ya feel refreshed?” in the best, raspy, jaded, deep female voice on TV since Patty and Selma Bouvier, I will miss how Blakenship made me feel at home–bringing  the LIRR Babylon line to my little DC apartment.

Matthew Weiner, like everyone else, is evoking the 90s with a revolving set of sectaries a la Murphy Brown 1994.  Is Kramer going to be one of Don’s next assistants? He’s probably not the right bra size.

TV.com recently put together a funny list of Top 15 TV Administrative Professionals.  And while Mad Men claims the Number 1 slot, I believe it is with the wrong leading lady.

Viva Ida Blakenship!

*Thanks to person on Twitter for taking the time to Microsoft Paint this enduring image.


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Ken Burns Figure Skating

September 29, 2010 at 10:29 pm (Uncategorized)

With Ken Burns’ latest documentary, The Tenth Inning, airing on PBS this week, I had a chance to combine my nerd love of history, the 90s, baseball, and PBS in two glorious hours.  Picking up where his monumental Baseball left off in the 1992 season, The Tenth Inning replays the ups and downs of the 90s and the Aughts from the player’s strike and steroids scandal to the Red Sox/Yankees rivalry.  As Stephen Colbert aptly pointed out Monday night, the Chicago Cubs still don’t win in this edition, however, the BoSox Cowboys of 2004 will surely make an appearance given that Burns is a Red Sox fan.

Ken Burns, I beg you to create a Figure Skating documentary.  Just think of all that drama, all that glitter, all that jazz (oh wait, you literally made a fabulous 10-part series on Jazz already)… all the Cold War references!  Or as Colbert stated, maybe a Ken Burn Fuseball edition?  We just can’t let the NFL take over America. With the amount of excitement for the start of the football season I feel like Americans forgot that Mr. October and Mr. November are baseball players.  The Superbowl isn’t until the dead of winter!

If you refuse to make a Figure Skating documentary series, then what about less George Will and more Doris Kearns Goodwin.  Yes, she’s my favorite Red Sox fan if I don’t have to stare at Will’s helmet hairdo.  Can’t wait till next installment even if it’s to relive the 2004 season!

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Quotes of the Day

September 27, 2010 at 12:44 am (Uncategorized)

Don’t point that gun at him–he’s an unpaid intern. —The Life Aquatic with Steve Zissou

“Fuck You” is a middle finger to gold diggers, so it’s kind of genius that 50 Cent answers back here, rapping “it’s nobody’s fault but your own you’re not rich” like he’s a gangsta Fox News pundit.  -J.D., Rolling Stone

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Mr. Stewart Goes to Washington

September 17, 2010 at 4:05 am (Uncategorized)


Bringing Sanity  and Humor to the National Mall

After inadvertantly walking into a Tea Party Protest last Sunday on my way to cheer a friend at the National Triathlon, I’m happy to see a rally that won’t advise attendees to stay away from DC’s scary green/yellow metro lines.

Don’t forget Colbert’s “Keep Fear Alive” Rally–same day, same place.

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Summer is Overrated…There I Said It

September 13, 2010 at 12:47 am (Uncategorized)

fall tree

It’s official–summer is winding down and most of my friends are in denial.  Sure, I love me some beach side time–sun on my face, toes in the sand, burgers on the grill.  But is that really the day-to-day reality of summer in the city?  More like humidity in the face, mosquitos on my skin, and office AC that freezes my sweat before I can log on.  DC has a lovely fall, a mild (even with last year’s snowmaggeden) winter, and a very noteworthy spring (see previous post).

My summer loving friends, this is not the end–it is the start of crispness!

So put away the Ts and tanks and brown flip flops (they aggravate plantar fasciitis anyway!). It’s time for the annual change of the wardrobe guard.

Hello grandma sweaters–I missed you!

Hello stylish boots–forgive me, while some girls wore you all year round I lie in wait for an appropriate breeze.

Corduroy that stays dry in the rain–nice to meet you again–it’s been a while!

Hola scarves and pashminas; Bonjour mon béret!

Gloves and jackets of leather and suede.

Capes, trenches, hoodies: a family that I respect.

Black, brown, blue, green, and heather charcoal gray.

Turtlenecks, I didn’t forget about you!

Hail the return of cozy nights, dark hot chocolate at CoCo Sala, and spiced brandy apple drinks at the Tabard Inn!

Autumn on the East Coast, I’ve been waiting for you.

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On 9/11, I feel like I’m taking crazy pills!

September 11, 2010 at 3:31 pm (Uncategorized)

Doesn’t anybody notice this? I feel like I’m taking crazy pills! I invented the piano key necktie, I invented it!

I didn’t know when I watched Zoolander for the first time I would link it to the solemn day of 9/11, but this 2001 movie has one scene that continues to help me get through reading the newspaper.

Between the Florida Koran book burning talk, the Tea Party gathering in DC at the Lincoln Memorial, and the “near” to Ground Zero Islamic Cultural Community Center debate, I feel like I’m taking crazy pills!  After nine years of grieving, of fighting, of missions not quite so accomplished, how we can let this side of American opinion dominate our conversation during a time that should be devoted to building bridges, remembering the victims and heros, and finding a new path toward understanding?  I’ve often written, with pride, about being a New Yorker, born in Queens–the most diverse county in America, if not the world–and I’m ashamed of the New Yorkers who have protested and angrily spoken out against a legitimate community building a cultural center legally in Manhattan.  If New Yorkers can act so ignorantly and short-sited of the impact their actions, then I am sadden that in the past nine years we as a nation have not really learned much about this important part of the world beyond characters of the fringe extremists.

This week I’ve found that Gail Collins–the New York Times OpEd Columnist and major girl crush of mine (I heart her the way I heart Jim Lehrer…a lot) gave the only explanation I could swallow for the Koran book burning and Islamic Cultural Center drama:

When this sort of thing happens, it is important to remember that about 5 percent of our population is and always will be totally crazy. I don’t mean mentally ill. According to the National Institute for Mental Health, 26 percent of American adults suffer from a diagnosable mental disorder in any given year. So, basically, that’s just normal life. I mean crazy in the sense of “Thinks it is a good plan to joke with the flight attendant about seeing a bomb in the restroom.”

There is nothing you can do about the crazy 5 percent except ask the police to keep an eye on them during large public events, where they sometimes appear carrying machine guns just to make a political point about the Second Amendment. And, in situations like a Koran-burning, make it clear that the rest of us disagree.

So for what it is worth, this American disagrees.

And for what it is worth, isn’t Gail Collins  funnier, sexier, and a better pen than Ms. “hot-red” Maureen Dowd?

They say anyone alive during 9/11 will remember where they were that day.  I was in Madaba, Jordan just about to swear in as  Peace Corps Volunteer in the Arab world.  It’s shaped indelibly the way I remember the day.   People around the world love New York because it is the kind of city where an Islamic Cultural Center would be modeled after a Upper West Side Jewish Community Center in the neighborhood where terrorism killed our nation’s innocence so devastatingly nine years ago. How could it be any other way?

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