Some things are worth saving
In regard to the proposed demolition of Laverock Hill Mansion: While many old estates were indeed vain glorious attempts at immortality by their original builders, it does not mean they should all be swept away.
George A. Platt was a brilliant designer. Surely adaptive re-use could bedone and the house converted to high–end condos or offices. Once this type of house is gone, it is gone and cannot be replicated.
The neighborhood is about to be ruined by massive development. Surely some of the “bits and pieces” can be saved for future generations.
John H. Thompson
Her recycling attempts fail
I admit defeat. I try to do the right thing, but to no avail. As I’ve written before, I replaced the blue recycle container in front of my house with a black trash container on wheels because the city container was too heavy for me to pull. I wrote “Recycle” in white paint on the can and set it out. It was ignored by the recycle people.
I then got from my committeeperson a 6” x 15” banner that screamed “RECYCLE” and pasted it down the side of the can. Sometimes it was read, sometimes overlooked. It seemed to work if I rolled my container to the side of my neighbor’s blue recycle container.
But I want 100 percent recycle success. I bought a container of blue paint at Kilian’s and changed my black trash can to blue. Over the blue, in a red marker, I wrote in several places, “RECYCLE.” The 6” x 15” sticker remained. I placed my two trash cans and one recycle can on a spot away from cars so that they are easy to see.
Friday, after leaving the library, I noted that trash had been picked up on Sedgwick Street. Only the recycle was undisturbed until I came to my house. All three cans were empty, so the trash collectors took my recyclables. How can that be? The minute you lift the lid on the blue can, the newspapers and plastics are visible.
There’s a good and a bad side to this story. The good side is that the recycle can is empty and ready to receive next week’s papers and jars. The bad part is that the newspapers, cans and jars I so conscientiously separated became common, ordinary trash and will be put in a landfill, not recycled. I’m open to suggestions. What do I do next? Help me to be a good citizen.
Laugh out loud
I seldom laugh out loud, but I did when reading Len Lear’s review of “Inception” today (‘Inception’ simply ‘the worst movie I have ever seen,’ Aug. 12). Then I read another brief review in “today’s” New Yorker magazine, which concurred, ending in “not a social, moral or spiritual theme in sight.” But I really loved your last paragraph!
‘Inception’ opinion right on the money
I haven’t been to a movie in years, and I haven’t even heard of most recent films! The majority of films I’ve seen since my young adult years were junk (in my opinion). So I’m not surprised by what Len Lear says about “Inception” (Aug. 12 issue). Nevertheless, I think you have done your readers a service.
You’re right. Most movie reviews are just kiss-up puff pieces. I think these major papers are in Hollywood’s back pocket! It’s just like the so-called consumer financial publications, like Money Magazine. They are clearly in Wall Street’s hip pockets!
I can’t tell you how many times I’ve read in those magazines (when I used to get them) how great Enron and Global Crossing were. And Fannie Mae and Freddie Mac, according to some of those rags, were the best deals you could ever find in a “market that is bound to keep going up, up, up...”
(By the way, the consumer media in the 1920’s were instrumental in not only soaking millions of people, but also leading the country into depression by encouraging people to keep blindly buying stocks on margin.
Meanwhile, the financial barons -with the full knowledge of the Federal Reserve Board-were moving billions out of the country to invest elsewhere, thus causing a capital shortage in the U.S. Naturally, the people at the top, like Bernard Baruch and Joe Kennedy, managed to cash out, just in time.)
And the point about special effects trying to compensate for a poor script is well made.