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“Your uphill climb will
never stop;
scum always rises to the top.” —Poet,
translator, and essayist A.M. Juster (pseudonym for Michael J. Astrue, former
head of the Social Security Administration), “To My Ambitious Colleague,” in Sleaze and Slander: New and Selected Comic Verse, 1995-2015 (2016)

“He whom
presently you scorn was once transcendent, over even you. He who is presently
human was incomposite. He remained what he was; what he was not, he assumed. No
‘because’ is required for his existence in the beginning, for what could
account for the existence of God? But later he came into being because of
something, namely for your salvation, yours, who insulted him and despised his
Godhead for that very reason, because he took on your thick corporeality.
Through the medium of the mind he had dealings with the flesh, being made that
God on earth….He was carried in the womb, but acknowledged by a prophet yet
unborn himself, who leaped for joy at the presence of the Word for whose sake
he had been created. He was wrapped in swaddling bands, but at the Resurrection
he unloosed the swaddling bands of the grave. He was laid in a manger, but was
extolled by angels, disclosed by a star and adored by Magi. Why do you take
offense at what you see, instead of attending to its spiritual significance?”—
St. Gregory of Nazianzus, bishop of Constantinople and “Doctor of the Church” (c.
330-390), On God and Christ: The Five Theological Orations and Two Letters to Cledonius
I took this
image a week ago today, while walking through Johnson Park in Hackensack, NJ.
With temperatures dropping, the number of walkers like myself weren’t as
numerous as they were earlier in the year—and I expect that to be even more the
case through the holiday season.
“It is a wise thing to be
polite; consequently, it is a stupid thing to be rude. To make enemies by
unnecessary and willful incivility, is just as insane a proceeding as to set
your house on fire. For politeness is like a counter—an avowedly false coin,
with which it is foolish to be stingy.” — German philosopher Arthur
Schopenhauer (1788-1860), The Wisdom of Life and Counsels and Maxims,
translated by T. Bailey Saunders (1851)
John
Robie [played
by Cary Grant]: “You know, I have about the same interest in jewelry that I
have in politics, horseracing, modern painting or women who need weird
excitement. None!”—To Catch a Thief (1955), screenplay by John
Michael Hayes, directed by Alfred Hitchcock

“The [movie]
business is, and has always been, a dodgy boondoggle; not for nothing were the
old-money WASPs at the East Coast banks reticent to put capital behind
fledgling Hollywood. When [American film director Abel] Ferrara was starting
out, private investment in low-budget films was spurred by tax loopholes, a way
for doctors, dentists, and racketeers to get rid of extra cash that would
otherwise wind up in Uncle Sam’s grubby mitts. Fortunes could be made, even if they
rarely wound up in the hands of the ‘talent,’ and were made just often enough
to keep alive financiers’ delusions of having money down on what could be the
next sleeper hit…a situation that can’t be said to persist today, when
persuading someone to back an independent film is essentially a matter of
finding a credulous dupe to give you a pile of cash to set fire to. In terms of
its risk-to-reward ratio, investing in an independent film ranks somewhere in
the neighborhood of accepting the hand of a Nigerian prince who has introduced
himself to you via cold email. To be a successful independent filmmaker—that
is, one who is even sporadically employed—is, in essence, to be a bit of a con
man.”— American film
critics, screenwriter, and editor Nick Pinkerton, “A Rake’s Progress” (review
of Abel Ferrara’s memoir Scene), Harper’s Magazine, November 2025
“The
writer’s first job is not to have opinions but to tell the truth…and refuse to
be an accomplice of lies or misinformation. Literature is the expression of
nuance and contrariness against the voices of simplification. The job of the
writer is to make it harder to believe the mental despoilers. The job of the
writer is to help make us see the world as it is, which is to say, full of many
different claims and parts and experiences.”— American critic, novelist, filmmaker,
philosopher, teacher, and political activist Susan Sontag (1933-2004), “In
Jerusalem,” The New York Review of Books, June 21, 2001