Good evening. On the, grossly overrated, 3:55PM out if the City. The NFI is one.
Harvey Keitel followed me in and happened to witness one of my idiosyncrasies. I left work in a good mood after a long day and for the anticipation of family coming into town. Many that know me know that a march to a different drummer – somewhat literally in my case.
Harvey saw me contemplating a particularly audacious (air) drum riff and found it notable. I must admit that it must be a bit of a shock to see a short, pleasantly plump Indian man go into a musical grand mal seizure-like air drum solo just before boarding the train car. My only explanation for my behavior is that the drum solo was EPIC in the annals (heh) of air drum solotude.
Enough about me and Harvey. Benched War Correspondent is in his usual spot. He looks sad. Sadder than even the last time I saw him. He is checking his iCrackerBot for an exit strategy into the private sector and far away from journalism. He wants to sell out. He knows, based on his contacts and body of work, he could get a mid-six-figure-salary at Disney, Viacom, Haliburton or Lockheed in the next few weeks.
The Fourth Estate has become low-income housing anyway! No one (right or left) wants fact-checking or honest assessment of issues. Solid investigative journalism is the exception, not the rule, in a stimulus-response, data-doesn’t-lie, one liners are better than ten-paragraph mentality.
Benched War Correspondent is spent. He is tired. He is contemplating the last train ride for a long vacation and a new life as a corporate mouthpiece. He wipes the proverbial brown smear from his lips and nose and dreams of little umbrellas in his mixed drink.
Dr. Jekyll-Hyde is here. He has his second-generation eReader (I believe its a Nile Smoulder), which he covets like a teddy-bear or a photo of a long-lost lover. He isn’t debating Seth McFarlane’s performance at the Oscars, Republicans vs Tea Partiers, Sequester vs Compromise, or Hetero-marriage vs Love. He looks content with the Dr. Phil audiobook back-,catalogue.
Sitting in the jumpseat across from me is a petite blond woman, late-thirties, who reminds me of an elf in Dungeons & Dragons or out of Tolkein. Perhaps she’s a Vulcan?
Also here are Caucasian Barack Obama, Clive Owen, Seth Rogan, and Sen. Harry Reed reading a book about Necromancy.
Happy Wednesday. Safe travels.