Thursday, August 25, 2016

HOLLIE WITCHEY in my old kitchen



I have a Yahoo email. It's the only email I've ever had. It mostly works and I get all my crap news when I chk. my email. This is a blessing and a curse. Mostly it's about the latest "famous" lion being killed in Africa and kids with no limbs "doing amazing things!" I know when the "most famous lion" dies there's always another in the wings and kids with or without limbs will always surprise you, but I'm still a sucker for the Yahoo feed. Today was a doozy. Binghamton University is offering incoming RA (resident alien?) training on how to deal with unruly, ill informed, aggressive, self-righteous "white people" in the dorm environment. This is the most straight forward, call a cracker a cracker, truth in advertisement approach to higher education I've ever seen or heard of. In fact the tag line began: Not Onion-#stopwhitepeople2k16.
   Misguided and hilariously inappropriate, it's like refusing to serve watermelon to your black friends, on a hot summer day, for fear of being somehow misread. I wholehearted agree with the sentiment of this introductory course offered to those in charge, by those in charge. White people should've been stopped eons ago, but that course was never available. The fact that BU put this in print, shows on the one hand extreme courage, and on the other complete, bone-headed ignorance. I love it! This is what you look for, and so rarely receive, from academia. The backlash will be extreme and all too predictable. "What if they said #stopblackpeople"?" they scream. Dude, that class has been popular since 1636- the year Harvard was founded. It's an easy B.
   In my humble opinion "White" connotes so much evil, misery, thievery, and oppression, it should be actively "stopped" at every corner. You can't help your color. But you can recognize the burden that goes along with the hue. Whites, in general, and American whites in particular, have such a false sense of their kin's role in oppression that we find ourselves in a world where we see such a hashtag.
We conveniently forget history, or make up our own. Here's an excerpt from a little of my personal history: "The negro sprang upon and seized her, when she screamed and a large dog she had rushed in at the door and seizing the negro by the throat, there was a severe struggle between them. She then fastened the door and taking my father, then an infant, in her arms, went to the second floor, drew up the ladder, and with child in her lap and cutlass in her hand, kept watch all night at the window"- an account of what was done and suffered by the women of our American Revolution"- Rev. Charles Rockwell THE CATSKILLS AND THE REGION AROUND 1867 Chapt. 7 The Osterhout Narrative.

Wednesday, August 24, 2016


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Friday, August 12, 2016



When NYC is so hot you can't breathe and the Hamptons are too crowded with billionaires, where do the cool cats go? Why the mountains, of course. The dog days of August may have slammed down hard on the east coast, but here in the 'skills we are in full effect. Artists, musicians, supermodels of all shapes and sizes, hipsters and Hasidics of all ages  descend upon our little piece of heaven en masse this time of year. 'tis the season.
   A couple of days ago, in the midst of installing Terence Koh's piece at the Old Shul, Terence, Garrick and I strolled in The Rock Hill Trading Post behind a young family. Mom and dad were tall, skinny white folks and the baby a sweet, smiling blue eyed cherub. "What a cute hillbilly trio." I thought to myself. Then I turned and realized it was Victoria Secret supermodel Morgane Dubled with her one year old Jo and her husband Nico. Hugs all around. But the craziest thing is Garrick and Terence also were friends with this high fashion French trio. Only in the Catskills!

   Last night was Pigpen "King of the Jews" Rothman's birthday. A celebration was held down at GNJohn's. The Buddes, Kelsey,  cool Denniston Hill residents, plus Rachel, Bill and Patsy were all in attendance. A tornado had just ripped across the top of the hill, leveling one of former Egg-U (now Resnick's) 400 feet long buildings. The walls were gone. Only the roof remained, now sitting on the ground. Thank the LGM nobody was hurt. In most groups this would have been a cause for great concern, and a bummer at a birthday party. But in our set, it was barely touched upon. A tornado? Huh. Pass me the tequila.
   Sadly I had to leave just as the party was getting started. I had a prior commitment @Outlierinn, with Morgane and her family for dinner. This is the only problem we face: too much of a good thing. Tomorrow is Terence Koh's opening at the Old Shul and next week Deniston Hill has their yearly open house on the same day as Terence and my birthday party celebration at Wolf Lake. I need a clone just to make the A-list events. I have no idea what the rest of the world is doing, nor could i give a shit. Today is Garrick's birthday up on Wildcat Mountain. But wait. I have a dinner and conjugal visit scheduled with Shewho. I'll give you one guess where I'll be tonight. HAPPY BIRTHDAY GARRICK! I'll see you tomorrow. Air kisses all around!