All articles by Christopher Malone

Projecting, Part Two: Human Versus Companion

That connection, gazes meeting, is a breath of fresh air.

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Projecting, Part One: Human Versus Self

Last week, Mike Mills’ Beginners was finally watched. Yes, finally.

"I am not someone else, someone else is not me. Yet we are available in the same store. The store of Existence. This is how I think ..."



The Espresso Shot (#011)

Putt putt for the fun of it

It was a soggy night on the links at Fairmount Glen Miniature Golf. After the torrential and devastating storm the day before and the all-day intermittent showers, the break in the weather called for a chance of fun and excitement all the while living on the edge that the weather could produce snow at any moment. One can ever know in Central New York, and this includes the meteorologists; they predict one thing and are baffled by what they see looking out the window that very moment. It could be raining gremlins, and none of us would believe them.



When in Rome, When at Home

When in Rome…

One of the best pieces of news this week, in my opinion, was the reveal of the promising future of our City of Syracuse's Hotel Syracuse. The once thriving and then left-for-vacant edifice will be re-animated into a thriving hotel -- let's be positive about this -- that exudes class and heightens the desire to stay in Syracuse. Yes, much of the inside -- plumbing included -- needs to be modernized and the rooms probably have to be re-sized. The lobby and ballrooms are supposedly good-to-go with a few things to update here and there, but they will not be torn apart and re-visioned. This is why we can have nice things. Tearing things down and re-building ... it really didn't make any sense to me. Everything costs money, of course. Regardless, this will help with the deserved re-vitalization of Syracuse.



The Espresso Shot (#010)

As the flute notes played on…

Somewhere in Eastwood last night, backyard camping was going on. It seems about right, this time of year. Twenty years ago, we (the merry young men of Sherwood) would be doing the same. That's no joke. It was the neighbors who had the bigger tent and more promising backyard, so we'd stake the woodland shelter up to spend many a summer nights. We didn't spend the whole summer out there, however. These camping stints, which grew more complex through the years, were allowed in spurts and dished out like treats, and this was because we kept most of the neighborhood up at night. We'd hear about it from our parents the next morning.



Light Fare, Local Flavor

In and out of the kitchen on a hot day.

Hey, Heat Wave, welcome back to Central New York. How have you been?



The Espresso Shot (#009)

Focusing, educating, and raising awareness on various local entities

Oh! Simon and Garfunkel, what beautiful music you once made before you began to severely dislike each other. Perhaps one day you'll follow the path of June ... 



The Incident in Oswego

No seagulls were harmed at the Battle of Oswego.

If anyone was paying attention to my Twitter feed the other night (my tweets have been fewer lately due to not wanting to stare at any kind of screen for too long), there was a mention of raccoon babies hanging out around the Franklin Square area. Oh, boy, were they adorable, and their cuteness was evident enough to entice my taking picture of the the critters. As I approached, cautiously, there was a second hanging out by the fence. Why not get both of them in the picture, right? Brilliant!



The Espresso Shot (#008)

Espresso Shot!

And sometimes we sit at the corner of the street with a cigarette hanging out of our mouth (if that's your kind of thing) as we flick and cast pebbles across the street. And of course all of this is a metaphor for the down-and-out perception that clogs our minds. The thing is there is no cigarette, there is no melodramatic sitting on the curb, either, in your nice clothes and pitifully looking across the street to shadow ghosts wallowing in the lamplight. You ultimately ask yourself what the hell are you even doing here, in this spot.



Bernie Williams Hits Home

Put Bernie Williams on the bill for next year’s Jazz Fest

Bernie Williams is still a team player post-baseball career. The lifelong New York Yankee center fielder was welcomed with open arms as he played the National Anthem at the Syracuse Chiefs game before hitting The Landmark Theatre's stage this past Sunday, Father's Day, June 15.