SAD!

to watch someone who knows no joy and doesn't understand his context. Macron, on the other hand . . .

Trump and Macron react very differently when this band plays a Daft Punk medley at the Bastille Day parade. Turn your sound on for this one. pic.twitter.com/BOibX3X8tx

— Channel 4 News (@Channel4News) July 14, 2017

Such is life

I spent a good part of this weekend worrying about a health crisis in our little family. I'll probably be able to write in more detail at some point, but for now I'm in shock. To push it all aside for a while, I turned to Netflix, more specifically to the oddest series I've watched in a long time: soft porn meets shrill psychodrama in the form of Gypsy. Here's one review.

Blythe Danner, Naomi Watts, Billy Crudup: what are they doing here?

After episode 10 (no, I couldn't look away; I finished the damn thing), however, as the credits were rolling, the song "Jean" played. Glenn Yarbrough? Rod McKuen?

Rod McKuen, of course. I was instantly back, sitting with my mother, listening to her Rod McKuen LPs. I have Listen to the Warm somewhere around here . . .

I searched for the version that played over the credits: It wasn't gravelly Rod McKuen's voice. I had forgotten that Oliver had a hit (I had forgotten about Oliver, in fact). I think it was Oliver, but frankly the singer sounded more like Glenn Yarbrough.

Here's Oliver:

Here's Rod:

I think if you order

a hot dog pizza, you deserve whatever kind of hot dogs come atop that pizza. Episode 2.

Bad Restaurant Reviews, Pilot Episode

Pilot episode, in which Trip Advisor "reviews" are read back to a restaurant owner for his responses. I was reminded, in some way (why?), of The Trip. (Is it because it's two men in a food setting? comic aspect? Do you think of The Trip after watching this?) Anyway, nicely produced bit here.