Selling Sunset & Steve Bannon

Nov. 6th, 2025 08:50 am
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I continue to be Svengali'd by Selling Sunset, a reality show that is so-o-o horrifyingly Pynchon-esque, I simply cannot take my eyes off it.

It's about an ultra-luxury Ellay real estate brokerage that's run by two identical twin dwarves (no, I am not making this up) whose top agent is named after a gas station.

Every single $50 million property that's being shown to D-List celebrities (Jo-Jo Sliwa anybody?) looks like some house I designed in The Sims 15 years ago.

So, now I'm beating my breast. Did I make the wrong midlife career move? Should I have become an architect instead of an entertainment journalist?

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In other news of the Deeply Horrible...

Steve Bannon is spot on in this analysis and the danger Mamdani represents to people who think like Bannon.

(Steve Bannon is another one of those things I get Svengali'd by occasionally because deeply as I disapprove of him, the guy is crackerjack smart about the Long View, such that the hackles on the back of my neck often rise when I read him.)

2025 Elections!

Nov. 5th, 2025 09:00 am
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Now that a million people are due to exodus NYC, I'm gonna get my ass a brownstone in the Village, bay-bee!

(Yes, that really is the cover of the New York Post this morning.)

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RTT won!!!!



Spanberger (Virginia governor) and Sherill (New Jersey governor) won!!!!

Adrienne & Joey did not win, but Adrienne only lost by 45 votes, which, considering that she ran in deepest, darkest Trumplandia, I rather think is a win of sorts. This underscores the importance of voting in local elections!!! You may think positions like School Board member & Village Clerk are unimportant. They're not! They're the pebbles you use to build bigger political alliances.

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Anyway. I didn't get nearly enough work done yesterday on account of I had to eat half a box of Ritz Peanut Butter Bits and watch Selling Sunset (which makes The Real Housewives look like the Ted Talk on spacetime curvature Albert Einstein delivered to the seraphin upon his ascension into Heaven).

So, now I better get on the stick and start cranking out that Remunerative prose 'cause I'm gonna need to come up with a down payment for that Village brownstone.

Road Trip!

Nov. 4th, 2025 10:20 am
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Fabulous Deecey-Virginia trip.

Trip down somewhat problematic as the Poughkeepsie train station was out of parking places, so I had to limp in the rain on mysteriously injured leg a mile and a half from adjunct street parking place to the train, plus my Penn Station train was an hour and a half late due to coastal New Jersey track flooding.

However:



Shaken! Not stirred.

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The next day was Halloween. We took a stroll around Alex's neighborhood.

Alex lives in a city that was founded in colonial times (though no traces remain of that). For the first 150 years or so, it remained a bucolic settlement surrounded by tobacco fields until time and proximity to the corridors of power in nearby Washington, D.C. transformed it—inevitably!—into a residential commuter hub. (I imagine in those early, pre-WWII days, the commuting was all done by trolley.)

Alex lives in a charming brick house that was built to house the earliest residential commuters. It is the house her husband grew up in.

Some of Alex's neighbors take Halloween very seriously:



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Then it was time for the main event: Trick or Treat!!!!

Skeleton costumes are like the Chanel suit or the little black cocktail dress of the Halloween universe, so I didn't have to pay much attention to my own plumage.

Other members of the household went far more elaborate—in particular, Alex's beautiful daughter H who could easily snag a job as a double when Chappell Roan makes her cinematic debut:





Even after (conservative estimate) 80 or so trick-or-treaters, the Bottomless Candy Bucket didn't give out. Though the stragglers had to make due with Dum-Dums.

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Most of the places people visit in the Deecey area are closed due to the government shutdown. (And you might think the Trump administration would have better taste than to host a Great Gatsby party at Mar-a-Lago mere hours before food benefits lapsed for 14.2 million Americans due to said government shutdown. But if you thought that, you'd be wrong.)

The ones that are funded through their own foundations remain open, and among those is Gunston Hall, the ancestral home of Founding Father George Mason, whose name I vaguely remembered from the John Adams & Benjamin Franklin bios I devoured last summer.

Before the Gilded Age, American mansions were not particularly imposing:



But this one is located on magnificently beautiful grounds::

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Fun factoids learned at Gunston Manor:

(1) This (to me somewhat hideous) shade of green was the most popular for the houses of the ultra-wealthy in the late 18th & early 19th centuries because the pigment was made from copper verdigris, and thus the paint was very expensive:



(2) Alex is the great great great great great great great great grandaughter of George Mason. She learned this long after she started visiting Gunston Hall! I do not see the resemblance.



The next day, we went thrifting!

Alex is like the Queen of Thrifters, so this was very much like taking a master painting class from Rembrandt.





In the evenings, we watched the BBC's version of Jonathan Strange and Mr. Norrell, which I have seen before but could watch endlessly (even though it completely fucks up the ending), such a dithering fan girl am I.

I was convinced Alex would love it!

And either Alex did, or Alex is such a good hostess that she pretended to with a magnificent display of sincerity to please her guest.

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Anyway, terrific time. Which will give my heart resistance since the next two and a half weeks are promising to be quite the slog. Sigh...

Adventures in Disney+

Nov. 2nd, 2025 03:38 pm
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I subscribed to Disney+ in the summer for a £1.99 per month (with adverts) offer for a simple reason. I wanted to watch Rivals, and I wanted to watch Shogun. At the end of the offer I succumbed to continuing a few months more for £3.49 per month to finish series 1 of Only Murders in the Building, and watch a few films I hadn't managed. It's been entertaining, but Disney definitely doesn't make enough of interest to keep me going beyond this calender year.

The adverts, surprisingly, aren't too bad, but then nothing is worse than Eurosport advertising, and Discovery+ has now made that £30.99 per month (it was that a year not so long ago) and removed the no-adverts for subscribers. But that is another rant.

Rivals You had to be there, I think, whenever it was that the latest Jilly Cooper bonkbuster from the library was the big thing. I was there, so I enjoyed this utterly ridiculous television, which due to timing, I watched with my parents. It had the sense not to make something serious out of this utter froth, but to let it be over the top 80s fun. The casting is terrific. I don't know whether they decided to make Cameron Cook African-American before or after the casting call, but it was an excellent choice, and not only for a strong performance from Nafessa Williams. Forty years on, it highlights Cameron's status as an outsider among this incestuous, privileged bunch to make her more than a ball-breaking bitch. There is an inevitable problem of casting David Tennant as Tony Baddingham, namely that his charisma is way ahead of everybody else. This helps make it plausible that he's got where he has, but really doesn't help Rupert's actor, who is perfectly adequate but not in the same league as Tennant on the acting or charisma front. It also doesn't help that Tony is 100% right about Rupert being a nasty piece of work whose politics are, shall we say, rather flattered by production. Cooper's transformation of the character was masterful, but she is good at characterisation and I found the politics easier to put aside on the page than on the television where they are somehow just not there except that for their uncommented-on pervasiveness. Rupert really cares about and sympathises with the underlying causes of football hooliganism. As a Thatcher minister in the 1980s, yes. It also pulls its punches on Declan and Maud a bit, whose parental failures are more explicit in the novel. Anyway, it's utter tosh, but sparkling tosh, recommended if you enjoyed the books back in the day and don't expect anything else. I will probably resubscribe for a month to watch series 2, especially given the different-from-the-book cliffhanger.

Shogun. Back to the 80s too with Shogun, a new adaptation of the 1975 doorstopper. The harsh way to put this would be that I would probably prefer Richard Chamberlain's character interpretation of seventeenth century ships' pilot John Blackthorn who finds himself washed up in Japan and caught in aristocratic power struggles (loosely based on real figure William Adams). That's not entirely fair. There's a lot to like here, from the outstanding performance of Sanada Hiroyuki as Lord Toronaga, to the visuals, and it tells its story pretty well. The weakest performances, unfortunately, seem to come from the two leads of Cosmo Jarvis and Anna Sawai, but the real problems are not so much the actors, as the presentation. Jarvis/Adams is written and played as far too much of a bolshy European/American audience everyman who has no patience with these backwards Japanese or realism about his position as a de facto captive, as opposed to a seventeenth century man with the prejudices of his time - but also his own experience of an extremely hierarchical society. The concept of bowing to a social superior is hardly going to be new to him, even if these particular bows are. As for Sawai/Mariko, it feels like the 1970s really show through the character's origins, with the background TV sexism of 2025 failing to dig into the character's potential. There's a lot to like about her, but it didn't feel adequately explored, not helped by the tendency to use the character to infodump. I'm sounding very grudging here, and I was disappointed in comparison to the glowing reviews, which I felt in retrospect were bowled over by the obvious successes (including the handling of the languages, which is done extremely well) and didn't look closely enough at other elements. It's decent TV that I can completely see why many people enjoyed, and there were some very strong performances, but one of those things where one just feels that there was the potential to be better with a more nuanced script. I may look out for some of the actors in other things, though.

Currently watching Only Murders in the Building, which is fun, but tenser than I had osmosed. Possibly I ought to have paid more attention to the title...

Cranes & Pains

Oct. 29th, 2025 10:20 am
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The crane came back! And this time, I managed to snag a photo before I scared it off:



Other than that, yesterday was pretty sucky.

I couldn't shake the memory of that Middletown mall, those ugly, ugly storefronts, those ugly, ugly people, the certain knowledge that by swearing vassalhood to Big Soulless Tax Prep Company, I was now a part of this ecosystem, a cog in the machine, just as hopeless & desperate as any of those other inhabitants of that peculiar level of hell called End-Stage Capitalism. This revelation was deeply, deepy depressing.

To assauge this feeling of powerlessness, I decided to go on a tromp, and this was absolutely the wrong thing to do because gastrocnemius injury, which is still quite acute.

Yes, it throbbed while I tromped. Malingerer! I jeered at myself. Pick up the pace!

And when I got home, my left calf and my left ankle were swollen up like balloons.

I could barely walk.

This is an issue because I am leaving on a road trip tomorrow.

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This morning, I am much, much better. Ankle swelling is gone. Calf swelling is almost gone. I still feel the knot of pain deep inside the calf when I move—although at this point, I have recontexturalized it as something other than pain, it is merely a neurological signal—but I can walk well if slowly.

I've got compression stockings on—they help—and I'm keeping the left leg elevated today. Limited movement is planned.

The weird things are (a) that I would ignore my body's signals so completely and (b) that I still don't know how I incurred the injury. I woke up four days ago, and there it was. I assume I slept on it funny. Bent the leg at a peculiar angle. For a little while, I wondered whether it was some kind of thrombosis—I do spend long hours sitting at my desk—but no red streaks, no hot spots, no shortness of breath. I'm confident the injury is mechanical, a gastrocnemius tendinopathy.

Rest it, and it will heal.

Pretend it isn't happening, and it will not heal.

Duh!

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Other than that, I wrote a few hundred words on the Work in Progress. We are now at March 14, 2020, the day before the COVID lockdown began in New York State, and I am trying to capture the peculiar liminal quality of the day. I am not succeeding particularly well—hint: If you have to use the word "liminal," you are not capturing the quality of liminality—but that's okay. It's a fuckin' first draft.

Also I got a large Remueration assignment and in response to my modest prodding, the client wrote, I am never going to use AI for these white papers.

So, that was reassuring.

Of Mountains & Malls

Oct. 28th, 2025 08:06 am
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Met up with my beloved Barbara at the Gardiner Bakehouse yesterday.

The beautiful Aemilia, fashion maven & Barbara's daughter, is marrying a man who grew up in High Falls, so Barbara has reasons to visit this part of the country periodically.

We talked politics for three hours.

Or rather—not politics but the culture wars around those politics.

Resolved: Why did people vote for Trump when it was clearly not in their best economic interests to vote for Trump?

"It's the trans sports issue," I said. "Time and time again, that's what I heard when I was out canvassing people with Trump banners in their yards. I don't want my little Brittney to have to play volleyball against boys."

"Well, but I mean, there was just as much opposition against same-sex marriage initially, wasn't there?" Barbara said. "And people came around."

"People came around because of media representation," I said. "Specifically, network TV shows with mainstream audiences like Will & Grace and Modern Family. I can think of a handful of shows with trans characters. Orange is the New Black. Transparent. Euphoria. But they weren't shows aimed at the mainstream."



Afterward, I drove her back halfway up the Shawangunk ridge over the remotest back roads you can possibly imagine to her future co-in-laws' place on six acres of dense forest along the edge of an abandoned quarry overlooking the long-defunct D&H canal.

Why do every single one of these remote country houses seem to have a derelict bathtub on the premises?



Barbara has some issues with Dylan's mother, a very smart, fast-talking Dominican who never shuts up. I could see how this could be utterly exhausting on any kind of long-term basis—literally! Christi barely pauses for breath!—but I really liked Christi for the hour or so we spent talking and moreover, I felt immensely sorry for her; she must feel even more isolated and alienated than I feel here in Trumplandia. If you didn't have to organize an expedition every time you went to her house, I would consider making Christi my new BFF.

Barbara & Christi told me the structure below was once some sort of a silo.

But I could see right away that it was a kiln. You don't make silos out of heat-resistant tiles, and besides: There have never been corn fields around here. No doubt the kiln was used by the house's previous owners to bake bricks out of pulverized stone mined from the abandoned quarry. Cement-making and brick-making were the two big industries in this part of the world right up through the 1970s.



From remotest, most rugged Ulster County, I had to traipse out to deepest, darkest Middletown Mall-World to get the PTIN # that will allow me to prepare taxes for money—Soulless Tax Company paid the fee—which depressed me so much I could barely function for the rest of the evening.

Soulless Tax Company's rented premises were right next door to a check-cashing operation, which tells you everything you need to know about that.

What have I gotten myself into?

But if I don't like it, I can quit, right?

Gastrocnemius Follies

Oct. 26th, 2025 10:01 am
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And cranked out another 800 words on the WiP yesterday. Did not finish Chapter 3, but did start Chapter 4!

Grazia and Neal have just finished dining at their favorite restaurant, have noticed all sorts of anamolies—like why are the tables suddenly pushed so far apart and why is there a ginormous bottle of hand sanitizer on their table?

Shortly they will begin a post-prandial stroll through Kingston. Kingston is locking down! But what will they see that signals this?

Fortunately (or unfortunately), I have many days to parse that one since I am very, very busy with other things the rest of this week.

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I did something to my left leg. Don't have the slightest idea what because I can't remember incurring any injury, but my gastrocnemius is throbbing at its medial insertion point. Could I possibly have fucked it up in my sleep? I do tend to sleep in a tight little fetal-position ball.

I ignored the pain yesterday & went tromping because exercise.

But maybe I won't ignore it today. (Because recovery.)

I doubt very much it's anything serious. But, of course, that doesn't stop me from fantasizing that I've thrown a clot and any minute now will collapse from Acute Respiratory Distress Syndrome, or that I'm the first person in the world to come down with a rare form of cancer that announces itself by left calf pain and invariably kills in a mere three weeks.

Database maintenance

Oct. 25th, 2025 08:42 am
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Good morning, afternoon, and evening!

We're doing some database and other light server maintenance this weekend (upgrading the version of MySQL we use in particular, but also probably doing some CDN work.)

I expect all of this to be pretty invisible except for some small "couple of minute" blips as we switch between machines, but there's a chance you will notice something untoward. I'll keep an eye on comments as per usual.

Ta for now!

The Work in Progress

Oct. 25th, 2025 09:54 am
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Cranked out 1,500 words.

And the words came easily.

They were all about the early days of the COVID pandemic. Patient Zero lurches into the tiny community ER & Grazia (who does not keep up with the news) immediately realizes she is out of her depth. Still. The mysterious respiratory ailment doesn't even have a name yet, let alone a diagnostic test. And the world outside the medical community seems to be plugging obliviously along.

I hadn't planned to devote today to writing, but I think I may anyway because the end of the next scene will be a natural chapter break. This means one additional chapter in Part 1, but that is not necessarily a bad thing: My original outline would only have amounted to 60,000 words, and 60,000 words is short for a novel.

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So! This scene is the Day Before the World Shuts Down. March 16, 2020.

Grazia and Neal meet up to march around bits of "what is left" in Kingston. They banter amusingly. They have lunch in a hole-in-the-wall Jamaican restaurant. Grazia sees her first civilian in a surgical mask. What other status details can I use for foreshadowing? Last sentence in this chapter will be something like, "When I woke up the next morning, the world had shut down."

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In Chapter 4, Grazia will have a psychological breakdown related to being floated to the wards & forced to care for patients who are actively dying, whose bodies are stacked on guerneys in the hall because there's no place to put them. Heretofore, she's avoided developing any kind of personal relationship with the patients she treats. But now she can't any longer.

Maybe she stops eating & sleeping for a couple of days? It's gotta be a psychosis, but it has to be clear it's a temporary psychosis and one that does not subtract from her integrity as a character.

At the height of her psychosis, she has some sort of spiritual vision, some intimation of an indifferent universe but essential oneness. Neal will rescue her, nurture her back to mental health. But the residue of the experience will be that henceforth Grazia has faith in an indifferent God.

Status details to include:

• Public Policy Eleanor's anecdote about scoring N95 masks from a drug dealer at 4 in the morning
• Those weird corpse guerneys

The end of the chapter (and the end of Part 1) has to segue somehow back to the scene of the four women on Neal's porch at the beginning of Part 1.

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Looking for something as good as Jonathan Strange and Mr. Norell, I started trying to read The Starless Sea. At page 50, I gave up. Not my kind of book.

But...

Its style—relatively short declarative sentences, externalized metaphors—is perfect for Daria's voice. Even more perfect if Daria is all in the present tense! Daria is a character who thinks in three languages simultaneously. This is difficult to convey when the author only knows English! 😀

That is the great challenge in writing this book. I want the three POV charaters to have very distinct & different voices.
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