Pepper v. 2.0

Ms. Tickle, angelically dancing at the Burlesque Hall of Fame Weekend competition show at the Plaza Hotel & Casino, in Las Vegas.

New York City dancer Ms. Tickle, angelically dancing at the Burlesque Hall of Fame Weekend competition show at the Plaza Hotel & Casino, in Las Vegas.

Previously, on Lost…

You know, a guy reaches into his pocket to check if his pen is still there, and turns around once or twice, and reckons that he should remember to charge his cell phone tonight, and all of a sudden it’s 2010. It’s some sort of rough magic, I tell you. We’ve made it through thickets of the Noughties and out into the jungle of whatever we’re going to call these next years, a little shabbier for the wear.

It feels like it took an awfully long time for so little time to pass, but at least it was over in a flash. Plus, I can’t believe it’s already 5771, it seems like only yesterday it was 5760. <- ObJewJoke

Since we last appeared in this space, lessee. Pierre continues to single-handedly support the entire local music scene in New York City, just about, with an ardor that makes up for me not going to shows any more (after a decade in and near the Biz, I just got tired of the whole kitchen, stewpots and all).

I take a lot of pictures, and have settled in to a more or less permanent vigil at the BAMcinématek, where I for my part see so many movies that it makes up for Pierre not having been to the cinema since about 1999, when he refused to see Fight Club on the grounds that he doesn’t like “boxing movies.” And so the Cosmic Balance is maintained.

And why maintain the Cosmic Balance if you’re not going to blog about it, right? So when I can I’ll post some pictures, and talk about some movies. Let’s see if we can make this work.

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The man behind the curtain. But couldn't we get a nicer curtain?
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