Recently, the NY Times took everything that was worth reading and buried it behind the shiny tall walls of premium content they call Times Select. I used to read Rich, Friedman, Krugman, Dowd, Brooks et al every day and especially on Sundays. I'm not spending 50 bucks to do it though. Thanks NYT for forcing me to expand my horizons. Hello Slate, Salon and Google News.
An old boss of mine called me recently and asked if I would come back and take over my old position. The upside would be a ton more responsibility with exactly the same pay as when I left. In some cases, that might be a gracious offer, but consider that I left because I was grossly underpaid and now make tons more. Consider that I am not unhappy where I am. Consider I am not on the pipe and out of my fucking mind.
Earlier tonight I flipped by PBS and flipped back to it because Bob Dylan was on. It turned out to be Martin Scorsese's bio on him, entitled "No Direction Homee". I just caught the last 20 minutes of it and while there were some great performances in there, the film, at least here at the end, seemed to focus on Dylan and the media. We see him there, smoking and searching for words, joking and playing with the writers - not wanting to be pinned down at all. I'm not the biggest Dylan fan, but it seems to me that this guy has refused to be what we want him to be. While we're free to interpret his lyrics and his messages and ask deep probing questions, he just slips away. He and his art stand alone. He's not going to explain or justify or interpret for you. He's just there. You wanna play the deconstruction game? Go ahead. Bob abides and doesn't give a crap. Or at least he'll never let on.
Anyhoo - I'd like to see the rest of the documentary. It seems like Scorsese really nailed this one. Check it out.
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