1. Trip Down Memory Lane Meaning
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Another trip down memory lane! St Roch film, by RCMP Sergeant Frederick “Ted” Farrar, Reg # 10607. While I was working at Surrey Detachment, during my retirement, a member there found an old film on the St Roch.

As I sit here in self-exile, just another victim of the Coronavirus, suffering from GAA withdrawal and uncertain as to when we will get back to photographing or reporting on another game I have decided to take a pictorial journey down memory lane I’ve been a photographer for over 30 years but unfortunately my digital. Visitors to Blyth Quayside can take a trip down Memory Lane, thanks to new talking posts telling people of the area's history. New posts a talking point OLD time groovers can take a trip down memory lane to the 50s, 60s and 70s to when LPs and 45s ruled the music world. Those who remember the golden age of bus travel will be able to take a trip down memory lane when a vintage Crossley double-decker bus takes to the roads. IT'S JUST THE TICKET All in all though, it was good to take a trip down memory lane. Just a shame we took such a gloomy route. Well, another trip down memory lane and what I always call 'the good old days' of wrestling-particularly, the days when the old NWA/WCW was around. But-instead of focusing on the great Monday Night Wars-this collection covers the scope of what was the NWA/WCW premiere event, Starrcade.

Another week, another journey down the rabbit hole of Elliot Alderson’s mind into the past in this week’s Mr. Robot, in what’s becoming a bit of an established formula for the season to this point. Like most episodes of this season so far, “eps2.4m4ster-s1ave.aes” spends most of its running time weaving in and out of Mr. Robot‘s reality, opening with arguably the show’s flashiest, twisted sequence to date. Yet, the more time we spend in Elliot’s head, means less time for the rest of its world to develop; and it’s there where “eps2.4m4ster-s1ave.aes” starts to show some of the fraying edges of the show’s narrative. A final, tense sequence helps to resolve some of this feeling of emptiness, but the many of this episode’s gimmicks, twists, teases, and reveals still feel… kind of empty in the large scheme of things.

The opening sequence, where Mr. Robot turns into the Rodney Dangerfield sequence from Natural Born Killers for twenty minutes (complete with vintage-style commercials), is the epitome of Mr. Robot‘s ambition this season. It’s an undeniably fun sequence, but it never really extends itself beyond the gimmick; by the time it actually gets to the point of the whole story, it’s the last thirty seconds of the episode, and the 90’s sitcom gambit is abandoned for the very tone and subject matter it was parodying in said opening scene. That contradiction speaks to the spastic attention span of Mr. Robot this season, and how that’s affected both narrative and character: there’s nothing particularly revealing about this sequence, feeling more like a creative exercise stapled onto the beginning of the episode to further stretch out the plot. Across the course of this episode, Elliot goes from a bed to a makeshift cell, a wonderful visual metaphor to the stunted emotional journey he has across “eps2.4m4ster-s1ave.aes”. It takes 25 minutes of material for Elliot to… realize that he’s never going to get rid of Mr. Robot?

There’s certainly a lot to appreciate about the craft of the opening sequence; however, it’s impact is that of a flash bang, rather than the fireworks show it purports itself to be (again, the parody lasts for twenty minutes, entirely uninterrupted). It’s clever and all, sure, but there’s no denying the narrative whiplash when we’re suddenly out of Elliot’s head, and back behind Angela’s pony tail again, shoved back into the real-world story that’s been of varying levels of importance this season. Team fsociety is trying to hack the FBI (with some typically-juvenile tools; the wireless ID they use in this episode is “WANK”), and Angela’s down for that, because… Price was kind of responsible for the whatever thing that killed her family?

Honestly, Angela’s backstory is far less interesting than the character she’s been in recent episodes, so it’s no surprise her underlying motivations are being lost among the dangerous adrenaline highs she’s chasing by teaming up to take down Evil Corp. “eps2.4m4ster-s1ave.aes” is a prime example of why: her sense of focus and determination to prove to Darlene and company that she’s more than just a dope pony tail and a lot of talk is as compelling as anything this season’s had to offer so far. While Darlene and Joanna are off on their own power trips, wielding powers we don’t really understand how or why they have, Angela’s tooth and nail fight for credibility, wealth, and influence has provided a clear arc where even Elliot has come up short lately.

It’s not that Elliot hasn’t had an arc this season, but it’s most working through the same material as last season: Elliot’s father was pretty terrible, a little sympathetic, and very influential on Elliot. “I’ll never leave you”, as cliche as it feels, is a powerful phrase to hear – but what are we really learning here? We already know Elliot is going to reluctantly embrace Mr. Robot again, last week’s episode established that. So instead of just biding time between scenes of Angela breathlessly trying to hack the FBI (while fighting off casual misogyny played for humor, I might add), what are we doing inside Elliot’s head here? We’re not adding to Ray’s character at all, who went from intriguing presence to complete stereotype in the course of the last two hours; and ultimately, we’re not learning anything new about Elliot or his father’s lost sense of humanity.

This brings the dissonance at the center of this season into sharp focus: going deep is not Mr. Robot’s style. When its at its best, it’s ranting about vague notions of revolution and social justice, filtering its view of the modern world through the slightly satirical, off-kilter mind of a drug-addicted hacker with illusions of grandeur. Vascillating between shots of writing code, and exploring the shadows and darkness of Elliot’s reality brought a certain unity to the first season: everything felt cold and calculated, even when things were going unpredictably off the rails (think about Tyrell’s murder in 1.08, for example). This season, Mr. Robot is trying to go cold with Angela and Darlene, and then try to do something completely different with Elliot, isolating them from each other and sticking a half-baked FBI investigation in the middle to keep up tension in the second act. The tonal dissonance is loud and clear; and it completely throws the show out of balance, pushing us to invest in Elliot’s cyclical personal journey, abandoning the very emotional distance it aims to preserve in other scenes.

Perhaps the most telling sign of this frustrating dichotomy come from the show’s opening and closing sequences: in the beginning, Mr. Robot goes out of its way to be cheeky, delving into its dark sense of humor as it pushed further and further into its surrealist fever dream. It pokes fun at conventional plot structure, and the sappiness of the emotional father/son scene… only to replicate the moment at the end of the episode? Yes, I understand the emotional significance of it all; but with a pile of dialogue that directly implicates Elliot’s dream world as a construct of memory Elliot tries to escape to, it feels like Mr. Robot is trying ot have its cake and eat it too, all without going through the necessary steps to both invest in the emotional point it’s trying to make (that Elliot could never really hate his father) to serve the larger narrative purpose it exists to execute.

Other thoughts/observations:

• In another version of Mr. Robot I’m more interested watching than Elliot being strung along by Mr. Robot, Dominique has survived, and is going hard after the Dark Army. Wait… how the f*** did she survive last week?
• Angela smacking Darlene has the potential to be the greatest GIF of 2016, should it ever happen. Just imagine those heart-shaped sunglasses crashing to the floor, shaking Darlene back to reality.
• Speaking of Angela, I feel like there’s so much left on the table with the “Let’s Teach Angela to Hack” subplot. However, it only really gets interesting once she’s out of the E-Corp bathroom, which is unfortunate, because it takes casual sexual harassment to get there.
• Hey, ALF. What’s up… I guess? The ALF cameo didn’t really work for me.
• Philip Price can’t convince the government to take the Chinese bailout… a segment I’ve titled “It’s Hard Out Here For a Pimp”.
• Mr. Robot proves he’s useful by… taking a beating for Elliot, that Elliot still takes? That is how they resolve the fundamental differences these two have struggled with the last five episodes?
• Ray’s character is the opposite of a Drake song, in that my interest has gone from hundred to zero real quick.
• Ooo, but that final Angela moment. Putting Angela and Dom in the same room together may be everything this season needs.

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Summary

“eps2.4_m4ster-s1ave.aes” is another entertaining, frustrating, ambitious, uneven episode of Mr. Robot’s second season.

While planning our 50th reunion, times with Kirby Wolf fill my head

Kirby Wolf was one of my closest friends when we were in junior and senior high school at Great Neck North. Nearly everyone in the class of ’67 knew Kirby; he was a genial fellow.

In school, Kirby and I shared many classes together and we had a lot of colorful teachers. Mr. Thiergard, one of our social studies teachers, would assign us homework by declaring, “Another brew, for you, to do!” Mr. Frank, our driver’s ed teacher, would put his hand out the window of the car while we were driving and pound on the roof yelling, “Expedite! Expedite!”

But, it was our times together outside of school that set the bond of my friendship with Kirby. We spent many hours at his home on Shore Drive in Kenilworth, just a few blocks from mine, discussing Eastern religions, music, art, literature and much more. Kirby’s house was ideal for many reasons, including the impressive collections of mostly modern books and works by famous artists that his parents had assembled.

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The Wolf house was like a second home to me. At its entry was a small carpet with a design by artist Joan Miró. Kirby’s mom, Marcia, wove it. The house was designed by noted American architect Edward Durrell Stone and it featured heated slate floors, a floating staircase and tall windows with spectacular views of Long Island Sound.

I was devastated when it was torn down in the 1990s and replaced by a metallic monolith.

Kirby’s family was a big part of my high school years. Kirby’s dad, Stanley, owned a recording studio in Manhattan, and he was happy to talk to me about his books. I learned a lot from him that is still valuable to me in my career as a book dealer. We spent hours in Stanley’s library discussing first editions, illustrated art books and illuminated manuscripts.

Marcia, who was like a second mother to me, would prepare simple but delicious treats—like chilled apple slices with honey—to snack on while we chatted. But, it was the time Kirby and I spent together talking that made the greatest impression on me.

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Kirby and his older sister, Liz, shared a two-bedroom suite at the rear of the Wolf house. I had a crush on Liz and always hoped she would be around when I visited.

I remember one cold Sunday afternoon when Kirby and I were admiring a flat stick puppet from Thailand that he had recently acquired and hung on his bedroom wall as “Take Five” by the Dave Brubeck Quartet, one of Kirby’s favorites, was playing on the stereo. All of a sudden, Liz came into the suite to retrieve a sweater or jacket before heading out with friends. I can still recall the silhouette of her slender figure and the sweep of
the soft rope of her dark hair as she entered and just as quickly exited. Kirby and I resumed our conversation, but the rest of our talk is lost to my memory of Liz.

In contrast, I clearly recall another conversation we had on the bus ride home from school one day. We were in the first half of ninth grade in junior high. It was an overcast day in November. Just before Mr. Thiergard’s late-morning class was about to conclude, before he could give us our “brew,” an announcement came over the public-address system: President John F. Kennedy had been assassinated.I remember being confused and crying as I got on the bus. Kirby took the seat next to me. He was crying, too, but tried to comfort me. He said that only a crazy person would shoot the President and the country would be all right. I never forgot that.

After high school, Kirby and I stayed in touch periodically. He managed his father’s studio for a time and then ran the English-as-a-second-language program at Pratt Institute in Brooklyn, before moving to Boca Raton, FL. Most recently, he relocated to Maine, near his sister.

Kirby remains a good friend of mine; time and distance cannot change that. With the rest of his classmates, I look forward to reconnecting with him at the reunion in June. And some day, before the passage of too much time, I hope to see Kirby’s sister again, too.

The GNN Class of ’67 50th Reunion will be held at the Inn at Great Neck from June 9 to 11. Request information or email pictures and memorabilia that will be displayed at the reunion to gnn67fiftieth@yahoo.com.