Please, Spring, Come to Us Again

Cold and icy and windy tonight, after we got an afternoon slush storm yesterday and the slush froze and the streets slicked up. We are in the period of winter when the city is overwhelmed with crows who screech all night in the trees and on the roofs and shit all over the streets. After HRC came in second in the Iowa caucuses(they are being considered now as "primaries" by pundits) she went to NH and has been badmouthing Iowa and Iowans, and Bill and company seem to be playing the race card against Barak O. The Republican candidates were on Fox last night in a debate, which did get into issues about national security, but I was sleepy and did not soak in all the nuances of what they meant bey what they were saying. Need to get some newspapers and read what someone else said they said. McCain was the most impressive, but I need more studying of what I heard while half-dozing.
I found a vhs of North By Nortwest at a thriftstore and watched it this afternoon. It is supposed to be one of Alfred H's masterpieces, but I was a little disappointed in it. I have never seen the flick before. Cary Grant and James Mason were in top form and Eva Marie was good, but had no real sex appeal, and the big scenes at the end of everybody climbing around on Mt. Rushmore were a little phoney. But I did watch closely to see if just maybe Eva would fall off the cliff. The movie was just a little too clever for its own good. Maybe I should watch it again tomorrow night to see if it improves with a second viewing. Possibly I just do not dig Hitchcock as much as some cinema fans do. I do need to get back into watching movie tapes to catch up on some classics I have not seen in years or have not seen at all. Actually I suppose I do not Need to see a lot of movies, and should spent more free time reading current news off the net, and even do some book reading I have let slide for several years. I did find a book on sale of some essays by A. J. Liebling, who I had never read before. Very good writer,and some of his World War Two columns are very interesting, but he did spend too much time writing about French food, in my opinion. And he apparently ballooned up to 400 lbs, and then died. Maybe I just do not worship New Yorker Mag. writings. Maybe I will some time change my mind about everything I have opined on this evening. It has happened before.
I am going to end this blog entry now. Maybe tomorrow night I will have more interesting stuff going through my mind and will not be so critical of so much stuff. All you fans and devotees keep waiting and some time I will have a blog essay that will just blow us all away. Di di mau!