Daily Blague

It's a beautiful Friday morning, and there's nothing - nothing - in the Times about the doormen's strike. The strike has evidently been averted: the Times itself lay at our door this morning, and Kathleen called from her car to tell me that, on her way out of the building - she's spending the weekend with her parents, in North Carolina - she said good morning to Dominic and Eddie (or maybe it was Eddie and José), doormen very much on duty. The embedded journalists at the Grey Lady must have decided that the doorman story was too parochial for coverage. (I suppose I'm going to have to take the Observer again.) In any case, apologies to those of you who felt called upon to comfort me in my impending inconvenience. Meanwhile, in Big Love Country....

At noon, I'll be across the street in a dark theatre waiting to see American Dreamz. Although I didn't read her review in today's paper, I did see that Manohla Dargis calls the movie "unfunny." I always picture Ms Dargis as a downtown hipster, a little scruffy but wearing great shoes. I myself am an Upper East Side bourgeois, forever in loafers. There you have it.