SOUNDTRACK: Radio New York, WNYE, 91.5FM.
Radio New York is a fascinatingly diverse radio station. I have probably scanned right by it on many occasions because at the time I scanned onto it, the show was something that I had no interest in. And yet, several hours before or after, I would have found a great resource for good music.
Their website features a cool interactive page that describe the amazing diversity in their daily lineup from Alternative rock to Cypriot Shows, BBC World Service and Haitian Perspective, even the Voice of Bosnia. I admit I’m unlikely to listen to many of these programs, but it’s nice that they’re there.
The morning music, however (from 6AM-Noon) is often exactly what I like. Especially John in the Morning, whose description: “From the Pixies to Pela, M.I.A. to Massive Attack, JITM breaks new music, embraces old music and ties it all together” sounds exactly like what I’d do if I were a DJ.
[READ: May 21, 2009] “In the South”
This short story finds Salman Rushdie contemplating death on a personal level and a grand scale. The story concerns two old men: Junior and Senior (who is 17 days older than Junior). The men are not related, but they grew up in the same town. Both men also have the same first name (which they will reveal only as starting with the letter V), and nothing else in common.
Senior comes from a large family and is married to a new wife whom he doesn’t particularly like and who doesn’t seem to like him much either. Junior, on the other hand, is a life-long bachelor. Junior and Senior are virtually inseparable. And yet most of the time they spend bickering with each other.
Senior looks forward to death. He is old, he has to be quiet in his house or else he wakes his wife’s extended family who seem to be constantly staying with him, and aside from Junior, just about everyone he knows is dead.
The action takes place on the day of Junior’s fall. On this day, life as they know it changes irrevocably. And, shortly after the fall, nature shows Senior just how powerful she can be. So what kind of cruel life is this that takes away everything but leaves him in his current condition?
This is a thoughtful piece, but is lacking Rushdie’s sense of humor. The details are exquisite, though.
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