Bless me, bloggers, for I have sinned. It has been six weeks since my last posting.
I should know by now that my writing output is one of the most obvious things to suffer during my self-imposed hibernation. But just because I haven’t been reporting on my goings-on doesn’t mean that they haven’t been happening. Let me fill you in…
I’ve stayed active. Knowing that my metabolism slows as the temperature lowers, and that there are plenty of treats to be had this time of year, I’ve added in extra work-outs with my buddy, Alex. He finally wore me down and got me to agree to try the Insanity Workout program. So here’s a taste of what he and I get up to three times a week.
A more leisurely athletic accomplishment came just before Thanksgiving, when my fellow agents and I finally defeated the casting directors at show biz softball! I went 4 for 4 at the plate during our 17-7 drubbing of our dreaded opponents. There was the typical trash-talking and dirt-kicking, but when all was said and done, we still got together at a dive bar on Avenue A to enjoy pitchers and wings.
But outdoing me on all fronts was kickball legend Stacy, running her second (or was it third?) New York City marathon! She’s gone from Ol’ Whiskey Lips to Ol’ Whiskey Hips! Way to go, Stacy!
Over the Thanksgiving weekend, I made my first trip to the movies in ages to see The Muppets, which I thought was absolutely delightful. Writer and star Jason Segel imbued the film with the love and reverence of a true fan. It keeps the spirit of the old Muppet films and TV shows but gives it enough modern sourness and self-awareness to mesh with today’s comic tastes, so as to not feel like a stale reboot. And the songs by Bret McKenzie were a wonderful surprise.
I also did some reading these past weeks. A duo of works by Hollywood’s hardest-working funny ladies, Ellen DeGeneres and Tina Fey, were enjoyable as expected, but surprisingly opposing in style. Ellen’s Seriously…I’m Kidding is half comic essays on her life of late as an established celebrity, and half left-over material from her talk show monologues (I say “left-over” because they honestly weren’t that funny). But Tina Fey’s Bossypants is a full-blown memoir in which the good-natured author reveals that, after spending half her life climbing the show biz ladder, she still holds a handful of axes to grind. And like any good writer, she doesn’t mince words (“The definition of ‘crazy’ in show business is a woman who keeps talking even after no one wants to fuck her anymore”).
I also reached a benchmark in my American history reading, having now cleared the Civil War era. My latest selection was Eli N. Evans’s Judah P. Benjamin: The Jewish Confederate. Evans’s biography of the most powerful pre-twentieth century Jew in American politics is deeply interesting. Benjamin, born to modest means in the British Caribbean, wound up becoming a United States senator and one of the architects of the Confederacy. As Jefferson Davis’s most trusted professional ally, Benjamin was right at the heart of the Confederate machine. But for all his skill as a politician, it was his legal talents that he was most remembered for. It was how he made his fortune as a young man in New Orleans, and how he later supported himself–quite comfortably–in England, following his escape from the South. Since Benjamin destroyed most of his papers during and after his flight from America, Evans is forced to explain Benjamin’s life from some interesting perspectives: as a friend of Jefferson and Varina Davis, and as a prominent Jew living in a place and time in which anti-Semitism soared among the populace. Benjamin proves to have had a powerfully analytic mind, and seems to have had a disturbing ability to apply it to his personal life. His marriage to the notoriously unfaithful Natalie St. Martin was worth increasing his social standing; his adherence to his faith waxed and waned as necessary given the personal or professional company he kept; his wholesale rejection of his time at the forefront of Union and Confederate politics was simply a bit of show to impress his British colleagues. Everything was a means to an end; and as such, his loyalty to anyone but his beloved brother-in-law, Jules, and his daughter, Ninette, appears to have been completely flexible. Given the incomplete source material, Evans has done a good job in painting a full portrait of a man who apparently was content to have been forgotten.
Finally, you’ll be happy to know that in a week or so, I’ll be posting some outrageous tales of adventure, as I am leaving soon to visit my best bud, Kevin, in tropical St. Maarten! This is the biggest adventure of 2011. I aim to close the year out with a bang. Stay tuned, readers!