It’s impossible to watch the Macy’s [THANKSGIVING] Day Parade on the television anymore. It’s a series of crane shots over theater people who yap and bark inane things to fabulously up-with-people tempos.
MZ wakes and takes in about 30 seconds of it before reporting that the media is extra super brittle to report today that
everything is just fine, in fact, better than fine it’s
fucking great so
smile.
Regardless of the implicit metaphor of futility that the giant balloon of a football eluding the giant balloon of Charlie Brown invokes.
The Rockettes just changed the lyrics (and the destination) of the A Train so it evades Harlem.
I cannot watch.
Two years on and I finally get around to my pre-millennial tension.
It’s tricky.
no matter. try again. fail again. fail better.