“The treadmill to oblivion” Fred Allen’s 17 year Sunday night of comedic Allen Alley’s tableau: Mike Nichols was just an immigrant lad from Nazi Germany, growing up on Chicago’s Southside, capturing the absurdity of adolescence, his parodies with Elaine May, later directing Dustin Hoffman in the “Graduate” for an Oscar.
Emmys, Tonys, you name it….
“Plastics anyone?”
II
In the meantime over in Cambridge, England, Darwrin’s landscape; the other genius throwing up the apple, Isaac Newton breaking through, evolving into Sir Isaac…..
England’s DNA lab, Crick and Watson bent on the Nobel Prize for getting to the “Photograph 51” of the American Rosalind Franklin for her contribution to their manifesto.
The two helix strands overlapping one another. Their sheer determination and her photograph 51 got to the bottom of DNA.And the camera, notwithstanding its humidity, belonged to Rosalind’s father.
III
Whether Steve Jobs, the pioneer discoverer of Apple, from his garage in Northern California, wrestled with his programming all the possibilities of his tick tack toe tactics.
Across, down the line, diagonal,
Hacking out all the possibilities over two days and nights. Thus the other Steve named Wozniak visualized the birth of Apple.
The moral of these strands of permutations rising from Allen’s Alley to the Cambridge England lab to Job’s blitz is still a work in progress.
“Plastics anyone?”
November 21, 2014 The City that never sleeps.
