Brian Cubbison of the Post-Standard has a new blog called Future News, which is going to look at ways that newspapers will be able to use things like RSS and Twitter and Facebook and other tools that will show great communications promise to generations of journalists yet unborn. He points out that the world of Ridley Scott’s allegedly futuristic Blade Runner (1982) still had good old fashioned paper newspapers, which is very funny in hindsight.
On a personal note, I saw Raiders of the Lost Ark 14 times in the theater (a major Harrison Ford crush playing out in an era before home video) and spent the entire next year eagerly waiting and hoping and wishing to see Blade Runner. Then I found out Blade Runner was rated R and that there was no way in hell I’d be allowed to see it even once, much less 14 times. This is sometimes what happens to our great expectations.
Harrison’s on West Genesee (across from Sacred Heart) is 60 years old this year. There is simply not much to the place, and there never has been. It’s basically a small lobby with three glass cases filled with goodies. Nothing else seems to have changed since (what I imagine it was in) 1949. Except now they are now offering ice cream, which seems mildly sacrilegious, but probably yummy too. Then again, Harrison’s was always yummy in a slightly sacrilegious way for me, because every family funeral took place at Giminski-Wysocki a couple doors down; and when I was a kid it was the place we went for “calling hours break.” Also, of course, it was where some of the food came from for the wakes. Sacred Heart Church is all mixed up in this dream too. Easter and babka, Death and halfmoons. The best halfmoons.
This is the result of the Eva M. Walsh Memorial Experimental Potato Station, 2009.
I’m astounded at Mother Nature’s capacity to take my abuse. I honestly thought someone was screwing with my head when I dug these up, and had bought potatoes at the store and secretly buried them when I wasn’t paying attention (which was, like, all the time). I know potatoes are supposed to be easy to grow, but I’m just a serial plant killer.