Shalom

Headline from nypost.com: “Real Water founder apologizes after drink is linked to liver failure.” Oops, my bad.

Snippet from an NYP article, edited by yours truly: “People who turned to the secondary market during the drought faced prices as high as $110 for a single box of Post Grape Nuts.” High in fiber, low in satisfaction, taste. I’m reminded of college bathroom graffiti: “Moby Dick is not a social disease — neither is Grape Nuts.”

I don’t follow the Corona protocol of frequent handwashing. I’m always amused by those who pour on hand sanitizer in public. I’m lol at this NYP headline: “Cancer-causing chemical in these hand sanitizers poses ‘serious risk.’” It’s benzene. As I’ve come to believe — what doesn’t give you cancer?

Headline from newsmax.com: “VP Harris, Bill Clinton Get Blowback for Event on ‘Empowering Women and Girls.’” What would Harris say — “Yes, girls, hump your way to the top.”? And Slick Willie — “It depends on what the meaning of the word ‘is’ is.”? Was Monica Lewinsky part of the blowback?

Also from NM: “Wisconsin Assembly Authorizes Election Investigation.” Hallelujah!

RIP Brooklyn-born Jessica Walter, 80, at home on the stage or the big or small screen. Her career spanned 1950–2021. She mastered the role of upper class woman. There are 161 titles under her name at IMDb, but that doesn’t reflect how prolific she was. She did at least ten guest shots in eight prime time shows. She lent her voice to the animated series Archer, 119 episodes, and to Dinosaurs, 65. She was the matriarch in the acclaimed Arrested Development, 84 episodes. She won an Emmy for a series that lasted only three episodes, Amy Prentiss, one of her four nominations. She was the psychotic who targeted Clint Eastwood in Play Misty for Me (1971), for which she was nominated for a Golden Globe as Best Actress. Kudos, madam. Thank you.

It was another solid session for the floating book shop. My thanks to the kind folks who made purchases. It began with a bang, a middle age woman buying twelve books in Russian, peaked when a young mom included my Present and Past among her choices, and climaxed with a visit from Occupy Jack, whom I hadn’t seen in at least a year. He will soon be returning permanently to the land of his birth, Israel, to a small town two miles from Nazareth that enjoys a Mediterrean climate. He will be entitled to the country’s version of social security and to housing. This year he spent many months traversing the northern USA in his van, all the way to Seattle, tracking BLM. He was vaccinated in sunny F-L-A, to which he’d moved several years ago. He showed me a vial of a medicinal substance he bought down there, where it’s legal. Today he waxed philosophical about spermatozoa, the pointy female that easily penetrate their target, and the rounded male that have a devil of a time getting through. How I’ve missed his vibrant accounts. Shalom, my friend.

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