I made this gif from one of Bill Hader's appearances as Steffon, the "city correspondent" on Saturday Night Live, whose brief was always, and strangely, to suggest family-oriented fun in the Big Apple ... and of course who never did. An ongoing appeal of the sketches was that some of Hader's lines were always changed at the last moment, often leading to breaks and giggle fits.
Barry Mann and Cynthia Weil have written many songs together, but nothing beats You've Lost That Lovin' Feeling, the song they wrote on commission in 1964 for the Righteous Brothers, and more to the point for producer Phil Spector. In fact, it beats most songs by everybody else, too; it's been identified as the most-played song of the 20th century.
For some reason, I've long associated this - one of my favourite songs - with toast. And then I figured it out: it's the first song on a favourite playlist, one I often play on weekend mornings ... when I'm apt to be making breakfast.
My son and I went to see the movie Steve Jobs today. It's an interesting film, about a man who's both unlikable and charismatic, who was profoundly wrong about many things in his own life and yet was dead-certain in what he wanted to achieve ... and who ultimately got there. (The movie seems to say the latter happened after he dealt with the former. I think.)
The screenplay is dense and rapidly spoken; it actually felt a lot like a play, as it's in three acts, all set in closed spaced at three specific points in time.
I first used Apple products in the 80s, am peculiar enough to have loved the G3 iMac I worked with after it was introduced in 98, and now live in a house with multiple Apple laptops, tablets, phones and things, so the details and specificity in Aaron Sorkin's script were impressive.
Yet, the humanity of the story - a stubborn man's reluctance to let himself love his own child - is what binds it together.
Dot Dot Dot is Morse code for the letter 'S,' the full message Guglielmo Marconi claimed to have received atop Signal Hill in St. John's in 1901. It ushered in the age of telecommunications. My maternal grandfather worked as a telegraph operator for Canadian Marconi on Signal Hill for many years.
As well, I have a habit of overusing the ellipsis when I write ... as frequent readers might notice.