Each first night of The Bachelor asks the existential question, “How many women are too many for one man? I have three in my family and I’ll just say that I’m glad it’s not the 30 Colton has to deal with. Consider this season’s challenge. As soon as you say, “the one in the red... Continue Reading →
A year-end list is a fool’s errand. The mere fact that I feel compelled to do one for public consumption is to give myself a level of self-importance which is completely unjustified. And you may notice I call my list “favorite” instead of “best”. I believe that music is ultimately too subjective to call something... Continue Reading →
“You’d think if the President was coming, you would have dressed up,” my co-worker says to me. I froze, eyes wide, hands outstretched. “What? Really? Today? When?” “Yes, soon”, my co-worker said. “You won’t have time to change.” “Soon” became evident when the Secret Service agents came into the offices, walked around and decided they... Continue Reading →
Paradise has closed and with it the official end of the summer has passed. All that is left is to summarize the mindlessness, the madness, the mayhem – and the malice – the best way that I know. Ladies and gents, girls and boys – it’s Paradise’s Greatest Hits, Vol. 2! Shame (Evelyn “Champagne” King); You... Continue Reading →
Tuesday night’s episode began with Astrid proclaiming that all the couples are “perfect”. And to show these couples where perfection can lead, Janner and Carvan[1] showed up to Paradise with babies in tow. This is also known as branding – love can be found in Paradise! Good move, Chris Harrison. Tanner was rockin’ the dad... Continue Reading →
My Daughter Cassandra: Remember we have wine. Me: The sparkling Rose´? My Daughter Cassandra: Yes. Me: Remember it’s three hours tonight. My Daughter Cassandra: That’s why we need the wine. Instead of my usual (more or less) chronological summary for this lengthy episode, I’m going to offer a recap by way of its Greatest Hits... Continue Reading →
She was from Motown but was not a Motown artist. Despite growing up with the likes of Marvin Gaye, Smokey Robinson, and The Temptations, Aretha was not a Motown artist. Her father The Rev. Cleveland Franklin was a nationally known minister whose recorded sermons were big sellers. As such, he had strong connections in the... Continue Reading →
Ray's Musings 