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The author radios an Erie Canal bridge operator to request passage for his vessel, Hulberton, NY.<\/p><\/div>\n

DAY ONE<\/h3>\n

Uh, oh. My plan was for this culture diary to culminate six days hence in a cheeky dispatch from Charlie Sheen\u2019s \u201cMy Violent Torpedo of Truth\/Defeat Is Not an Option\u201d tour. I am a ticket holder to his planned stop at the Toyota Presents the Oakdale Theatre<\/a> in Wallingford, Connecticut. (Syntactically, at least, the event and the venue deserve one another.) But this morning I read A. O. Scott\u2019s devastating report<\/a> from Sheen\u2019s opening performance, at Detroit\u2019s Fox Theater, and I\u2019m troubled. I\u2019d signed on to see Sheen at the suggestion of two Connecticut-based friends who I don\u2019t see nearly as often as I\u2019d like to. (The three of us have a tradition of dreaming up foolhardy adventures as an excuse to spend time together: A couple of years ago we sailed the Erie Canal from Rochester to Medina, New York, in a vessel<\/a> with a top speed of six knots per hour, which is about the rate at which an old man jogs. Another recent trip involved us trucking up to Hartford to see what\u2019s left<\/a> of the Grateful Dead, which is not much.) Of course, I also bought the Sheen ticket because I wanted to see the wreckage up close. Scott\u2019s essay forces me to confront the fact that there\u2019s no way to take in the spectacle without being implicated in its tawdriness:<\/p>\n

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We [in the audience] profess dismay at Mr. Sheen\u2019s long history of drug abuse and violence against women, but we have also enabled and indulged this behavior, and lately encouraged his delusional belief that he could beat the toxic fame machine at its own game. The price of a ticket to one of his shows represents a wager that it is impossible to lose. The audience that walked out of the Fox could feel righteously ripped off and thus morally superior to the man they had paid to see, who seemed to feel the same about them. Win-win!<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

What have I gotten myself into?<\/p>\n

\"\"Thankfully, I\u2019m soon distracted from my looming date with the self-proclaimed warlock by a series of meetings and deadlines that need to be met. After work, I walk over to Film Forum to catch Bill Cunningham New York<\/em>, which I\u2019ve been dying to see since reading the lovely review<\/a> my Slate<\/em> colleague Nathan Heller wrote last week. The theater is packed, and with a nattier crowd than one is accustomed to finding<\/a> at the art house. (I gather that the trio of women sitting in front of me are staffers at Women\u2019s Wear Daily<\/em>.) The movie is as charming as its subject, no small feat. Though Cunningham spends his every waking hour either on the streets of New York, shooting street fashion, or in the city\u2019s toniest function halls, shooting the rich and philanthropic, the photographer himself turns out to be an ascetic. He barely has two changes of clothes (when shooting on the street he wears a blue smock favored by French street sweepers) and can\u2019t bear to spend more than three dollars on lunch. These ironies inspire in me competing desires: I leave the movie vowing to cut a smarter figure on the streets of New York\u2014I need a new blazer!\u2014but also to aspire to Cunningham\u2019s thrift\u2014I want one of those blue smocks!<\/p>\n

DAY TWO<\/h3>\n

\"\"I learn this morning that David Grann\u2019s article \u201cThe Mark of a Masterpiece<\/a>\u201d has been nominated for a National Magazine Award. This is good news on two fronts: I\u2019m a huge fan of Grann\u2019s work, so I\u2019m pleased to see it recognized. The nomination also provides further occasion for a piece I\u2019m planning to publish later this week. Slate<\/em>\u2019s pop critic Jonah Weiner is writing an appreciation of Grann\u2019s craft<\/a>, pegged to his latest New Yorker<\/em> essay<\/a>, on a strange murder in Guatemala. Knowing that Jonah will likely have to spoil the endings of the articles he discusses in his essay, I pick up one of the last Grann specials I haven\u2019t read. \u201cMysterious Circumstances<\/a>\u201d tells the tale of Richard Lancelyn Green, an Arthur Conan Doyle scholar whose untimely death has all the trappings of a case that might have shown up at 221B Baker Street: Green was found dead in his flat, which was locked from the inside; he\u2019d been garroted by a shoelace. The article offers a gripping whodunit but also a portrait of the strange, surprisingly fractious world of Sherlock Holmes obsessives. It\u2019s vintage Grann\u2014can\u2019t believe I\u2019d missed this one.<\/p>\n

\"\"My fianc\u00e9e, a painter and illustrator<\/a>, is planning to be up late tonight working on a book about brisket<\/a> (Texas and Jewish) that she\u2019s designing. In solidarity, I burn a little midnight oil and make some progress on Roger Crowley\u2019s Empires of the Sea<\/a><\/em>, a history of the sixteenth-century fight between Christendom and the Ottoman Empire for control of the Mediterranean. One of the bloodiest battlegrounds is the island of Malta, which I\u2019ll be visiting in a couple of weeks. I\u2019m writing a travel series on the island for Slate<\/em>, so I\u2019m trying to bone up on its history, a surprisingly daunting task. The small island has thousands of years of history packed densely into its 122 square miles. Because of its strategic location in the Mediterranean (roughly between Sicily and Tripoli), it\u2019s been invaded by just about every power that has attempted to control the sea, from the Phoenicians to the Nazis. (More recently, it\u2019s been overrun<\/a> by the cast and crew of HBO\u2019s Game of Thrones<\/em>, which is being filmed on the island.) Crowley\u2019s storytelling is brisk and engaging. Though I know the outcome\u2014the Knights Hospitaller<\/a>, tasked with defending the island, repulse<\/a> the Ottoman attack\u2014he manages to make the story suspenseful. Between Grann and Crowley, I\u2019ve spent much of the day on the edge of my seat. Time for bed.<\/p>\n

DAY THREE<\/h3>\n

\"\"I hit a wall on an edit around 6:30 P.M. and hop on a train uptown. I\u2019ve got a ticket to see Explosions in the Sky at Radio City Music Hall. I confess that I\u2019m something of an old fart when it comes to live music: I hate standing around waiting for acts to go on stage, don\u2019t relish jockeying for position with my fellow fans (who I tend to resent without cause), and have started to worry about loud shows degrading my hearing. Like I said, old fart. But I love Explosions in the Sky, who play mournful electric guitar instrumentals, and I love Radio City Music Hall. Explosions wrote the score for Friday Night Lights<\/em>\u2014the movie and the excellent television series\u2014and I\u2019ve heard that they put on a superb live performance. And I know that at Radio City I\u2019ll be able to sit in a comfortable plush chair far enough from a speaker that I\u2019ll still have a shot at hearing my grandchildren say their first words.<\/p>\n

\"\"Before the show, I have dinner at M\u00e1 P\u00eache<\/a>, the latest addition to the David Chang empire. I sit at the bar and order a half dozen oysters and the steak tartare\u2014hey, it\u2019s Wednesday, got to treat myself for making it halfway through the week! Though it used to make me slightly embarrassed, I’ve come to enjoy eating out by myself. I pull out Stoner<\/a><\/em>, the novel by John Williams that I\u2019ve been reading. It reminds me a bit of Pnin<\/em>, in that its eponymous protagonist is a sad-sack rural academic, though it lacks the humor of Nabokov\u2019s novel. I\u2019ve been enjoying the book, but it doesn\u2019t stand a chance of holding my attention at the moment. I\u2019m an incorrigible eavesdropper, and the folks next to me at the bar are one of those couples whose relationship is irresistibly ambiguous: They could be lovers, though if so the spark has long since gone out of the relationship; they could be old friends, of the type that can communicate a lot in few words; they could be colleagues, commiserating over Moscow Mules<\/a> after an enervating day at the office. I make glacial progress on Stoner<\/em> as I keep an ear cocked for that telltale detail that will solve the mystery of how these people know each other. No such clue is forthcoming. I leave the restaurant with my appetite but not my curiosity sated.<\/p>\n

\"\"I took my time at M\u00e1 P\u00eache hoping to arrive at Radio City just in time to see Explosions in the Sky take the stage, but to my chagrin the first of two opening acts is still playing when I arrive. My seats are in the first balcony, and I retire to the mezzanine area and read Justin Davidson\u2019s great essay on the history of the New York City apartment in New York<\/a>. When I finish, I do a bit of people watching. I see a young man in a Charlotte Hornets hat, and, soon thereafter, another young fellow in a Utah Jazz hat, one with the old quarter-note logo. The sightings confirm for me that NBA hats of a style popular in the early nineties are enjoying a comeback. Note to self: have Mom send all those NBA hats in the upstairs closet to New York\u2014I\u2019ll make a killing at the Brooklyn Flea!<\/p>\n

\"\"I head back to my seat when Explosions comes on. They’re clearly excited to be playing at this storied venue and put on a terrific show, barely pausing between songs if at all. Though their songs start out slow and melancholy\u2014they send me into a nostalgic reverie, for a time when I was the age of the kids on Friday Night Lights<\/em>\u2014they build to cathartic crescendos. As exhilarating as those crescendos are in your ear buds, they are much more so in person: watching six guys play their instruments that hard for that long and with that much heart, you can\u2019t help but smile, even if your thoughts are still dwelling on faded athletic glory, your own mortality, or the way the West Texas wind blows through Taylor Kitsch\u2019s hair<\/a>.<\/p>\n

John Swansburg is the culture editor of <\/em>Slate<\/a>. Check back tomorrow for the second installment of his culture diary.<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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