This song was featured prominently in the 1974 film version of The Great Gatsby. It also comes to mind with the news of the passing of a good friend from my days in the Drama Department of the University of Miami. I was in a show with her when she met Jerry, the love of her life, and they were together for the rest of her life. I hold her, Jerry, and their whole family in the Light.
Friday, April 10, 2015
Wednesday, April 8, 2015
South Carolina police officer charged with murder in shooting death.
Rahm Emanuel wins 2nd term in Chicago mayoral race.
Kansas basically outlaws abortion.
Russia hacked the White House computer system.
Secretary of State Kerry will meet his Cuban counterpart at Latin American summit.
R.I.P. Stan Freberg, 88, one of the funniest men in the world.
Thursday, April 2, 2015
Iran nuclear talks extended.
California imposes strict water use restrictions.
Sen. Robert Menendez (D-NJ) indicted on corruption charges.
Atlanta educators found guilty in test cheating scandal.
McDonald’s raising pay for employees at corporate-owned restaurants.
R.I.P. Cynthia Lennon, first wife of John Lennon.
Monday, March 30, 2015
Wednesday, March 4, 2015
Read the eulogy former Senator — and still an Episcopal priest — John Danforth gave at the funeral of his friend Tom Schweich. Mr. Schweich was running in the Missouri Republican primary for governor. He committed suicide last week after a whisper campaign was mounted by his political opponents.
We often hear that words can’t hurt you. But that’s simply not true. In the Sermon on the Mount, Jesus said just the opposite. Words for Jesus could be the moral equivalent of murder. He said if we insult a brother or sister we will be liable. He said if we call someone a fool we will be liable to hell. Well how about anti-Semitic whispers? And how about a radio ad that calls someone a “little bug,” and that is run anonymously over and over again?
Words do hurt. Words can kill.
There is also the Quaker principle of “Speak only if you will improve the silence.”
Tuesday, March 3, 2015
Iraq launched an offensive against ISIS in Tikrit.
President Obama says disagreement with Israel is not “permanent.”
Venezuela tells U.S. to reduce embassy staff.
An officer-involved shooting in Los Angeles caught on tape.
Maryland Sen. Barbara Mikulski (D) plans to retire.
More winter storms on the way.
R.I.P. Minnie Minoso, 91, first black Latino major league ball player.
Saturday, February 28, 2015
Friday, February 27, 2015
From the New York Times:
Leonard Nimoy, the sonorous, gaunt-faced actor who won a worshipful global following as Mr. Spock, the resolutely logical human-alien first officer of the Starship Enterprise in the television and movie juggernaut “Star Trek,” died on Friday morning at his home in the Bel Air section of Los Angeles. He was 83.
His wife, Susan Bay Nimoy, confirmed his death, saying the cause was end-stage chronic obstructive pulmonary disease.
Mr. Nimoy announced that he had the disease last year, attributing it to years of smoking, a habit he had given up three decades earlier. He had been hospitalized earlier in the week.
His artistic pursuits — poetry, photography and music in addition to acting — ranged far beyond the United Federation of Planets, but it was as Mr. Spock that Mr. Nimoy became a folk hero, bringing to life one of the most indelible characters of the last half century: a cerebral, unflappable, pointy-eared Vulcan with a signature salute and blessing: “Live long and prosper” (from the Vulcan “Dif-tor heh smusma”).
I met Mr. Nimoy in 1974 when he was a guest at a cocktail party at the summer cottage of the producer the Cherry County Playhouse of Traverse City, Michigan, where he was appearing in a summer stock production of 6 RMS RIV VU. It was a very brief conversation and I avoided any talk about Star Trek, which at the time I understood he didn’t like to talk about. So we talked about sailboats.
“Live long and prosper,” indeed. He did both.
Monday, February 16, 2015
R.I.P. Lesley Gore.
Friday, February 13, 2015
Cease-fire in Ukraine will take effect on Sunday.
Mr. Secretary — The Senate confirmed Ashton Carter as the new Secretary of Defense.
Federal judge orders all Alabama county officials to issue marriage licenses to same-sex couples.
F.B.I. Director James Comey addressed the issue of police and African-Americans.
President Obama signed the Clay Hunt Suicide Prevention for Veterans Act.
R.I.P. David Carr, media critic at the New York Times.
Thursday, February 12, 2015
President Obama asked Congress for an AUMF against ISIS.
The U.S. and Britain abruptly closed their embassies in Yemen.
GOP Senator says it’s time to give up the fight on immigration.
Diplomats are trying to work out a peace agreement for Ukraine.
North Carolina man held in killing of three Muslim students.
CBS News correspondent Bob Simon, 73, killed in a car accident in New York City.
Friday, January 30, 2015
Afghan soldier kills three American contractors.
Egypt — Militants attack in Sinai.
Three dead in gas explosion in Mexico City maternity hospital.
Senate passes Keystone XL pipeline bill.
Measles outbreak has Arizona tracking up to 1,000 people exposed.
R.I.P. Poet Rod McKuen, whose words narrated a million teenage crushes.
The next president will get a new plane.
Friday, January 2, 2015
From the New York Times:
Mario M. Cuomo, the three-term governor of New York who commanded the attention of the country with a compelling public presence, a forceful defense of liberalism and his exhaustive ruminations about whether to run for president, died on Thursday at his home in Manhattan. He was 82.
His family confirmed the death, which occurred only hours after Mr. Cuomo’s son Andrew M. Cuomo was inaugurated in Manhattan for a second term as governor.
Mario Cuomo led New York during a turbulent time, 1983 through 1994. His ambitions for an activist government were thwarted by recession. He found himself struggling with the State Legislature not over what the government should do but over what programs should be cut, and what taxes should be raised, simply to balance the budget.
Listen to what he said over thirty years ago. It is still true today.
Monday, November 24, 2014
Sunday, November 23, 2014
What About Sherrod Brown? — Michael Kazin the The New Republic looks at the senior senator from Ohio as a possible presidential candidate.
At the risk of seeming ridiculous, I think Sherrod Brown should run for president. I know that, barring a debilitating health problem or a horrible scandal, Hillary Clinton is likely to capture the Democratic nomination. I realize too that Brown, the senior senator from Ohio, has never hinted that he may be tempted to challenge her. “I’m really happy where I am,” he told Chris Matthews last winter, when the MSNBC’s paragon of impatience urged him to run.
Yet, for progressive Democrats, Brown would be a nearly perfect nominee. During his two decades in the House and Senate, he has taken strong and articulate stands on every issue which matters to the party’s broad, if currently dispirited, liberal base. When George W. Bush was in office and riding high, Brown opposed both his invasion of Iraq and the Patriot Act. He has long been a staunch supporter of abortion rights and gay marriage, and is married to Connie Schultz, a feminist author who writes a nationally syndicated column.
Brown’s true mission, however, is economic: He wants to boost the well-being of working Americans by any means necessary. Brown has been talking and legislating about how to accomplish it for years before Elizabeth Warren left Harvard for the Capitol. During Obama’s first term, he advocated a larger stimulus package, called for re-enacting the Glass-Steagall Act to rein in big banks, and stumped for comprehensive immigration reform. He champions the rights of unions and the power of the National Labor Relations Board and criticizes unregulated “free trade” for destroying manufacturing jobs at home. He also led the charge among Senate Democrats that pressured Obama to drop his plan to appoint Larry Summers to head the Federal Reserve and appoint Janet Yellen instead.
On his lapel, Brown wears a canary pin to honor the workers’ movement that “gave us all food safety laws, civil rights, rights for the disabled, pensions and the minimum wage.” Like the canaries which miners once took with them into the pits to warn them of toxic gas, the pin symbolizes the need to stay on guard against any employers and politicians who threaten those gains.
There are other Democrats—Warren is the best known—who also skillfully combine a politics of economic populism with a commitment to gender equality and civil liberties. But only Brown represents a populous swing state that has voted for the victor in every presidential election since 1960. In both his Senate races, Brown faced well-known and well-financed Republican opponents—and creamed them. In 2006, his unexpected 12-point margin over Mike DeWine was aided, in part, by the anti-Bush wave that gave Democrats control of Congress. Still, DeWine was a two-term incumbent who had been elected previously by landslides. In 2012, Brown faced Josh Mandel, the popular young state Treasurer. After what became that cycle’s most expensive Senate race, Brown won by six points. He outpolled Barack Obama in Ohio by over 160,000 votes.
Brown’s success, like that of many politicians who are popular in swing states, relies, in part, on charm. He relishes going to hundreds of town meetings around the state, where he answers any question thrown at him. Whether in public or talking to an interviewer in his office, he comes off as relaxed, witty, curious, and rhetoric-free. Two years ago, when I spoke with him in Washington, we spent so much time talking and laughing about his Ohio predecessors—who included the formidable Mark Hanna, the Republican who, in 1896, pioneered the big-money, mass media national campaign—that we barely had enough time to talk about Brown’s career and policies. I have never enjoyed myself so much with any politician, particularly one who was, at the time, fighting to keep his seat.
But Brown earns his popularity by refusing to trim his progressive faith or apologize for it. “If you remember who you are,” he told me, “you don’t have to move to the center, wherever the center happens to be at any moment.” He keeps insisting that America will not become a decent society unless the labor movement regains some of its strength and corporations lose a good deal of their power over campaigns and politicians.
Last summer, George Will paid Brown a kind of tribute. “He looks, sounds and acts like a real, as opposed to faculty club, leftist,” wrote Will in a rare moment when he put his irony, if not his hauteur, aside. “Although he is a Yale graduate, he has the rumpled look and hoarse voice of someone who spent last night on Paris barricades, exhorting les miserables to chuck cobblestones at the forces defending property.” Will did have a point when he contrasted Sherrod Brown’s good-natured, steadfast populism with Hillary Clinton’s “risk-averse careerism” and “joyless plod” toward the Democratic nomination.
Ebola and the Embargo — From The Nation, Arturo Lopez-Levy and Foreign Policy in Focus on the cooperation between the United States and Cuba in battling the epidemic and how it might end the embargo against Cuba.
“You never want a serious crisis to go to waste,” Rahm Emanuel once famously said. “And what I mean by that is an opportunity to do things that you think you could not do before.”
President Barack Obama should heed his former chief of staff’s advice and not squander the opportunity presented by the Ebola crisis. Political leadership in the White House and the Palace of Revolution could transform a fight against a common threat into joint cooperation that would not only promote the national interests of the two countries but also advance human rights—and the right to health is a human right—throughout the developing world.
Political conditions are ripe for such a turn. Americans strongly support aggressive actions against Ebola and would applaud a president who placed more value on medical cooperation and saving lives than on ideology and resentment.
In the sixth in a series of editorials spelling out the need for a change in US policy toward Cuba, The New York Times called on Obama to discontinue the Cuban Medical Professional Parole Program—which makes it relatively simple for Cuban doctors providing medical services abroad to defect to the United States—because of its hostile nature and its negative impact on the populations receiving Cuban doctors’ support and attention in Africa, Asia and Latin America.
“It is incongruous for the United States to value the contributions of Cuban doctors who are sent by their government to assist in international crises like the 2010 Haiti earthquake while working to subvert that government by making defection so easy,” the editorial board wrote. The emphasis should be on fostering Cuba’s medical contributions, not stymieing them.
As Cuba’s international health efforts become more widely known, it’s become increasingly clear how unreasonable it is for Washington to assume that all Cuban presence in the developing world is damaging to US interests. A consistent opening for bilateral cooperation with Cuba by governmental health institutions, the private sector and foundations based in the United States can trigger positive synergies to update US policy toward Havana. It will also send a friendlier signal for economic reform and political liberalization in Cuba.
The potential for cooperation between Cuba and the United States goes far beyond preventing and defeating Ebola. New pandemics in the near future could endanger the national security, economy and public health of other countries—killing thousands, preventing travel and trade, and choking the current open liberal order by encouraging xenophobic hysteria. At this dramatic time, the White House needs to think with clarity and creativity.
Slipping Away — John Lahr in The New Yorker recalls his last lunch with Mike Nichols.
“Shall we Esca?” Mike asked me late this September, making our lunch date sound like a dance, which, in a way, it always was. When I walked into the Ninth Avenue watering hole where we’d meet a few times a year to talk show biz, he was already seated at the back of the restaurant—his table, of course—having been delivered by a chauffeur, who remained outside to whisk him to his next port of call at any time. Mike didn’t talk about his medical issues, but his body told the story. His tall, robust frame was shrunken now; he’d lost weight but not his appetite for life or conversation. (He was planning a Broadway production of Terrence McNally’s “Master Class” in February, starring Meryl Streep.) Nichols was a great raconteur, bringing to his stories both his swiftness of mind and the gift for mimicry that had made him famous as one half of the glorious high-wire improvisational-comedy act Nichols and May. Even as I write this, I can see Mike’s eager eyes, his smile starting to form, and hear his laugh, which could start as a ripple and end as a wave that left him in shuddering, eye-watering, wheezing, red-faced collapse.
At our lunch, which was the last time I saw him, Nichols talked about befriending Marlon Brando when he first got to Hollywood. “We were bullshitting one night, and I said to him, I asked him what it felt like when he first came to Hollywood and he was master of the universe. And he laughed, and he said something like, ‘Oh, honey, I was so busy trying not to go crazy I never noticed it all.’ ” We wandered into talk about his début Broadway play, Neil Simon’s “Barefoot in the Park.” “I was immediately mature and experienced,” he told me, and he recalled the adjustment he gave to Robert Redford when he complained about being upstaged by Elizabeth Ashley, who was raising her leg when they kissed. “ ‘I feel like I’ve been used. I’m embarrassed,’ Redford said. And I said, ‘Why don’t you do it too?’ So he did and it got a huge laugh.” “And she stopped?” I asked. Nichols looked down his long nose, “Of course.” Mike was a repository of great knowledge about audiences and actors and the art of storytelling. He had lived a tempestuous life, which included a breakdown and four marriages; he had also achieved happiness, so his observations on people and problems were astute. We had planned a book together, but during the summer he’d withdrawn because, he said, he had neither the energy nor the memory for the task. Over the years, we’d talked of performance, and shows, and directors, and literature, but that afternoon, as he polished off his plate of sorbets, Nichols strayed into an area he’d never before mentioned. It startled me. I wrote it down in my notebook as a piece of wisdom that I didn’t want to forget. “I’m slipping away,” he said. “ I’ve decided to make friends with it.”
He drove me uptown. As we parted, I waved and said, “Next time lunch is on me.”
Doonesbury — Take the money and run.
Thursday, November 20, 2014
R.I.P. Mike Nichols.
The Graduate was directed by Mike Nichols and was the first R-rated movie I ever saw. It was April 1968 in Newport, Rhode Island, I was fifteen, and my parents took me.
There are many, many stories about Mike Nichols, but one of my favorites is about when he was directing the original production of Neil Simon’s “The Odd Couple” with Art Carney and Walter Matthau on Broadway. He and Matthau did not get along and after one particularly nasty exchange between the director and actor, Matthau came down to the apron of the stage and said, “Okay, Mike, can I have my balls back now?” Without missing a beat Nichols snapped his fingers and yelled “Props!”
Wednesday, November 12, 2014
U.S. and China reach agreement on climate change deal.
Winter storm in Midwest kills four.
Doctor with Ebola in N.Y. has recovered and released from the hospital.
Telecoms set to battle Obama over net neutrality.
Three civil rights workers murdered in 1964 will receive posthumous Presidential Medals of Freedom.
Monday, October 27, 2014
R.I.P. Raphael Ravenscroft, the sax soloist on Baker Street, who died on October 19.
Thursday, October 23, 2014
As a contributor to Shakesville, I got to know some of my fellow contributors only through the blog and the backstage e-mails we exchanged. That may seem like a remote way to make friends, but often the bonds that grow are as strong and meaningful as meeting in person.
I got to know Phil Barron as a warm and friendly person and a great writer — two qualities I aspire to. So I was stunned and saddened to hear that he came down with a sudden illness earlier this week and then passed away yesterday.
I hold him, his wife, his family, and our community that loved him in the Light.
Wednesday, October 22, 2014
Ebola — Travelers from West Africa must enter the U.S. through designated airports.
North Korea has released an Ohio man held since May for leaving a bible in a hotel room.
Ukrainian army appears to have fired cluster bombs in Donetsk.
Gary Hart to be U.S. representative to Northern Ireland.
Sweden chases undersea intruder.
World Series: Giants take Game 1.
Tropical Update: Invest 93L heads for the Yucatan.
R.I.P. Ben Bradlee, 93, former editor at the Washington Post; the real Jason Robards in All The President’s Men.