Twisted by Jessica Zafra – Pumping irony since 1994

Chelsea, Manhattan, Lunch.

November 16, 2016 By: jessicazafra Category: Music, Places, Traveling

The Chelsea Hotel is still under renovation.



When David Byrne wrote Here Lies Love, the disco musical about Imelda Marcos, the strongman’s widow was a figure of the recent past haunting the present. And now they’re baaaaack and may very well be the future. New songs will be written, but what can be done about willful amnesia and delusional nostalgia?

(Yes that is David Byrne. Please couch envious comments in song lyrics. You start a conversation, you can’t even finish it. You’re talking a lot, but you’re not saying anything.)

Central Park, Manhattan, Fall.

November 15, 2016 By: jessicazafra Category: Places, Traveling

Every time I visit I have to go to the duck pond at Central Park, to acknowledge a debt to this book.

“Okay,” I said. Then I thought of something, all of a sudden. “Hey, listen,” I said. “You know those ducks in that lagoon right near Central Park South? That little lake? By any chance, do you happen to know where they go, the ducks, when it gets all frozen over? Do you happen to know, by any chance?” I realized it was only one chance in a million.

He turned around and looked at me like I was a madman. “What’re ya tryna do, bud?” he said. “Kid me?”

“No—I was just interested, that’s all.”

He didn’t say anything more, so I didn’t either. Until we came out of the park at Ninetieth Street. Then he said, “All right, buddy. Where to?”

It gets dark at 4pm.

On the way to Columbus Circle I ran into a protest rally. If the Sixties are back, will rock be back, too?

Humor as a survival mechanism.

2016 isn’t even over, but it is already the absolute pits.

November 14, 2016 By: jessicazafra Category: Current Events

Prospect Park, Brooklyn, Fall.

November 12, 2016 By: jessicazafra Category: Places, Traveling

Matches the current mood: somber, melancholy, the heightened sense that all this beauty will pass.

On the way to the park.

This is what is meant by fall colors.

We need more open green spaces at home.

For every concrete monstrosity, make the mall developers build parks. But who will alienate the money?

Parks are “non-revenue areas” and we are warned that vagrants, junkies, criminals will take them over. So only the rich can afford parks. Instead of breathing and walking among the trees, we go shopping for things we don’t really need, incur debts, drown ourselves in stuff.

A Richard Meier building

If you lack sleep, you overeat.

November 11, 2016 By: jessicazafra Category: Health

Karsten Moran for the NYTimes

Not enough sleep last night? You may overeat today.

That’s the conclusion of investigators after reviewing data on 172 participants in 11 sleep studies. The study designs varied, but tested people after a night of restricted sleep, usually about four hours, and then after a night of normal rest.

The next day, participants were offered a breakfast buffet or scheduled meals later in the day. The scientists tracked calorie intake and energy expenditure.

Read it in the legacy media.

So if I didn’t sleep soundly every night I’d weigh 500 pounds.

We are all in a time loop. (Updated)

November 09, 2016 By: jessicazafra Category: Current Events

In the last two days, everything has been upended.

The traditional news media, now called the “legacy media”, has lost its influence.

The pollsters, statisticians, pundits, experts in many fields, were wrong.

Everything I’ve been taught to value no longer seems to matter. Oh, stuff like truth, intelligence (esp. books), respect, equality.

The years 1972-86 didn’t happen so I’m 14 years younger.

And tomorrow I’m off to New York.

How do we deal? I recommend a mental health maintenance break. Disconnect. Cheer yourself up. Give yourself time alone. The world is very loud, we can all use some solitude. Take stock of what you still have and think of what you can live without. Look to your friends. I mean your real friends, the ones you have a shared history with, who know exactly what’s wrong with you and remain your friends. You will need them more than you ever have.

Hard times are forecast. When you return, prepare. Do not be afraid and do not give in to despair. (It’s time to watch The Lord of the Rings trilogy again.)

Ever heard the term “the consolations of literature”? Join me.

As for me, I have resolved to be psychotically cheerful. Irony has always served me well.

If you’re in New York, drop me a line. I shall infect you with psychotic cheerfulness.

P.S. Need to talk? The therapist is in. (Never mind that Freud is now quaint.)

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