Wednesday, December 4, 2013
Oh my goodness, good heavens -- why in the world are we building tall, taller, tallest buildings?
For tourists -- to get them flocking into the area? This is the Nina Tower in Hong Kong, that Hong-Kongers brag about to the tourists.
Or maybe the tall buildings are built so that hugely important corporations can promote their names, and prove they are the most powerful guys in the world?
What thoughts, what ambitions -- what inspires the guys who give us these needles? Is there a Freudian, symbolical significance to these massively marvelous structures that penetrate, poke into, and impregnate the sky?
Would you want to stay at the only seven star-hotel in the world on the left? (It's the Burj al, in Dubai.)
Hey, maybe it would be fun to have your Dubai office in one of the EmiratesTwin towers on the right.
I can't help wondering what it costs to rent space in one of these sky pokers? Or get your thrills at the top of one of these other sky poker-peckers?
Doesn't anybody worry about huger than ever hurricanes and enormous earthquakes in this day and age of weird, woefully unpredictable weather?
China, in July, started building the "highest building in the world," but temporarily stopped because of concerns with safety, and the need for government approval. The Kingdom tower in Jaddah, Saudia Arabia -- "higher than a mile high" -- is currently (for a few years now) under construction, but when or if it's ever finished, you can bet your bottom dollar someone's going to announce the next taller, tallest record breaker.
Golly, remember what it took, how long it took, and what it meant to rebuild just one wonderful new World Trade Center? For me, here in New York City, it's high enough. It tells us, shows us, that mankind's greatest power is to affirm life, and survive.
Monday, December 2, 2013
Candid photo of John Boehner.
It was taken very recently at the Congressional ceremony honoring British prime minster, hero to many, Winston Churchill.
Lawmakers of both parties spoke at the ceremony that was dedicating a bust of Churchill in the U.S. Capitol, while listening to audio of Churchill addressing Congress weeks after the attack on Pearl Harbor.
As Boehner wiped his eyes, many of the others in the distinguished gathering wept as "The Who’s" Roger Daltrey, sang his band’s “Won’t Get Fooled Again,” as well as Ben E. King’s “Stand By Me.”
Boehner wept before his predecessor, Nancy Pelosi handed him the gavel, the day he became speaker of the house.
He wept as he was congratulated.
Gavel in hand, he wept; and he was weeping as he addressed Congress for the first time as Speaker of the House.
I will never, never forget his ugly, angry tone, and the approving echoes from the Congress, in March, 2010, the day the Health Care bill was passed.
I know from observation, and from what I've learned from my husband, actor John Cullum, that actors who weep too often during a performance, are self-indulgent -- overly concerned with feeling their own feelings. They're thrilled by their own surge of emotion.
When you are moved, you don't need tears to prove it.
Weepy Boehner has aged over the past few years. As he and the Republicans stall, delay, argue, filibuster, hold onto tax breaks for the rich, attack any and all legislation that the Obama administration has managed to pass -- and is attempting to pass -- they're doing what they got together and resolved to do -- stop health care; stop anything and everything that the President is trying to do.
I shy aware from politics. You have your own political ideas based on many things that have to do with your life experiences. The same thing is true for me.
But I am so deeply bothered -- horrified, upset, depressed by what's happened to our country since the health care bill was passed -- stunned that Boehner and the House of Representatives are, by not passing bills, changing the way our government functions -- no longer does Congress -- Senate, House of Representatives and the President whom we elected, run the country.
The House of Representatives is running the country.
Yes, Boehner tears up every other day, as nothing happens, nothing is solved, and the country continues to be stuck. John Boehner's eyes seem to fill with tears but I am weeping for what we seem to have lost.
Saturday, November 30, 2013
Despite the fact that his classmates in high school and college often chose him to lead them, John remembers himself as a seriously inept student.
Em mentions George Clooney and Alec Baldwin -- it's occurred to her that they might be heading into politics. Even so, John can't see himself running for public office or getting elected, unless maybe he wanted to be the Mayor of his hometown, Knoxville, Tennessee.
Thursday, November 28, 2013
John Cullum's "Thanksgiving" Email to Em:
I am from a large Southern family of which my mother was the matriarch, and every Thanksgiving was an big, exciting affair with aunts and uncles and cousins, some of which I only saw once a year. Emotions were high, and along with love and good spirits were moments of family squabbles of epic and frightening proportions that sometimes resulted in enduring resentments. This tradition still continues with my nieces and nephews and though we may not give as much thought as we should to the pilgrims and indians, it’s a time when our different families renew their connections to each other and that’s a lot to give thanks for.
But the most memorable Thanksgiving dinner for me was the one a young redheaded dancer made for me in her Artist In Residence studio in New York City. It wasn’t a turkey, just a large chicken, and it never occurred to me that this gorgeous girl could even cook, but boy, she could – all the trimmings, fresh cranberry sauce, stuffing, sweet potatoes, vegetables and all. I could hardly believe it. There she was, the best dancer I had ever seen, gracefully whirling around a tiny kitchen, whipping up a dinner as good as any I had ever eaten, and all for me. Never had a Thanksgiving meal been made exclusively for me and me alone, and with such love. It was an experience I couldn’t walk away from. And I never did. I guess Emily decided if I was going to keep hanging around, she might as well marry me. Which she did.
Thought this might please you, Em. Your loving hubby.
EM EMAIL to John
holy minorka catfish what a loving darling hug thrill tickle delight this gives me. Very truly yours, your wife