Monday, April 30, 2001

DAVID WRITES ABOUT MENTAL HEALTH, BODY IMAGE

David was part of a Children's Express team that conducted the interview reported in this story posted at the New York Post's site: "Surgeon general Discusses Children's Mental Health". He has aslo contributed to this Reporter's Notebook on Body Image

Thursday, April 26, 2001

BASLOW'S DELICATE CONDITION

The MRI last Friday revealed a nerve pinched between a neck spur and a bulging disk. There was plenty of good news: no neural damage, the disk is intact, no surgery required. Baslow merely requires physical therapy, which he has already begun. He cannot stand or even sit for very long without experiencing a heightened level of pain. He cannot work at the keyboard for more than ten minutes. He will not be able to return to work for a week or (more likely) two.

Sigh.

CITY LIGHTS YOUTH THEATER

Both Rulizow and David have attended classes at City Lights Youth Theater, which is featured in this article in the New York Times,
"Students by Day, Stars at Night: Acting at City Lights"

Friday, April 20, 2001

OUT SICK

Baslow seems to have a pinched nerve in his neck or shoulder. An MRI later today should clarify the matter. His left arm and shoulder are painful and his left hand is numb. Please excuse his failure to update this weblog, Dear Reader. He will resume regular updates as soon as he is able.

Friday, April 13, 2001

LET HISTORY NOTE

At about 9 A.M. this morning, as Baslow emerged from the subway into the enormous main chamber of Grand Central Station, two rounds of applause rose up from the balcony nearest 42nd Street.

This incongruity momentarily befuddled Baslow. Grand Central is rarely the scene of such concerted action -- Brownian motion, writ large, is more the rule.

Was it an unveiling or an opening? Had there just been some remarkable display of talent or magnanimity? Was the world, in that instant, finally coming to a full realization of the significance of Baslow's presence in its midst?

Baslow would be happy to share the answer with you, Dear Reader, if only he knew.

It must remain one of life's little mysteries.