Playman: The O. J. Play

"If it twere done when twis done...."
The Scene: The Stage of The Sheridan Opera House, Telluride, Colorado, October 5th, 2008.

The Players: Older Playman, around 5’ 10”, strikingly fit, impeccably dressed, enters. The lights on his proscenium head are on. Younger Playman, about 4 feet 2 inches tall, also with a proscenium for a head, though this one is smaller. …enters and crosses over to Older Playman. They engage in dialog.

Younger Playman: You know, last November, I was at Shea, and I saw something I had seen before many times. It was snowing….the Buffalo Bills were playing the Jets…. and the ball was handed to Number 32. He ran to the right, the Bill’s line cut a hole in the Jet defense that looked like it could be from a scene cut from the 10 Commandments, and Number 32, OJ Simpson, arched his shoulders, and gracefully fluttered through that hole for eight yards in a way that no one ever ran with a football…and no one ever will again.

Older Playman: Wow. That’s heavy baby.

Playman Returns

On January 23rd, 2000, in the small mining and ski town known at Telluride Colorado, at a newspaper that was, and is, in fact, called "The Daily Planet" a creature emerged from an abandoned mine shaft 14,500 feet above sea level, at a spot called Ajax Point. That creature had been born without a human head. Nay, his head was sort of a proscenium, with 18 quaint light bulbs surrounding it, and a colorful western motif miniature mural as its curtain.

Today, Playman claims to be most pleased and delighted about the way that he looks. "Hey....you people have to resort to 'face painting' and all sorts of other crap to get 'lit up'. What's up with that?" After a falling out with Daily Planet editor Bob Beer, at the 2001 Blues and Brews Fest in Telluride, at which it was discovered that Playman could not drink beer, or anything else...because he did not have a mouth.....Playman disappeared, some say back into the old mine shaft up on Ajax Mountain.

Today, here on Glamwire, he will reappear for he first time since September 3rd 2001, the day which marked the publication of his last piece in the Daily Planet, about a Telluride Film Festival film that was by the Coen brothers and was called "O Brother Where Art Thou?" We may not know where our brother Playman is today, physically,...but his agents, Benjamin Williams and Alan Rosenberg, have contacted us from downtown Telluride, specifically from the Wintercrown building on 100 Colorado Avenue, and they tell us we will soon be Telexed, thats right, Telexed, a first column, which we hear will be neither about a play nor a movie. When we get that column we assure it will appear right here, on Glamwire.

Investment Banker For Hire: The Oracle of New York


You may have seen the investment banker Josh Persky on one of the tens...maybe hundreds of news pieces done about him...as the MIT grad hits Wall Street handing out his resume looking for work...wearing a sign saying "Experienced MIT Grad for Hire" hanging over his suit jacket. We believe his story itself is kind of an economic barometer, and certainly one that can reflect on the trajectory of thousands of out of work bankers in New York City. So we will present, once a week, the "Oracle of New York, " from Josh's blog, which is syndicated here by permission, and which can be seen daily at www.oracleofny.com

Here is the first installment.

Goldman Sachs, GE and the Oracle of Omaha
By Josh Persky (Currently in Omaha.)

The Oracle of Omaha (Warren Buffet) has added Goldman Sachs and GE to his trophy room, the Bailout Bill has passed the Senate, and I had a productive interview in Omaha. Is the worst of the storm passing?

Glamwire Fall 08 #1

THE BLOG OF O-ROD

The Sterilization of Civilization
By Olivia Maxwell

We live in the modern world. The modern era past volumes of operetta's, albums, comics, wars, revolutions, political triumphs, civil rights, technological advancement, and medical breakthroughs. It's 2008 and we might be on verge of electing a black president; quite a tribute to the late Martin Luther King Jr. We fly private, we dry our hair, nail polish drys in minutes and we've landed on Mars. But guess what! Guess what guys! WE HAVE STOPPED COMMUNICATING. I am not referring to the media, they somehow have become the exclusive elite that gets away with this natural expression.

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