Caught up in a post-Oscar reverie, I went searching on YouTube for some Chuck Workman films. Chuck Workman has put together some wonderful movie montages over the years. Here are two. I love this kind of stuff.

(1) 100 Years at the Movies (1994).

Here’s a list of all the clips featured in it.

(2) Precious Images (1986). This won the Oscar for Best Short Film.

Here’s a list of all clips featured in it (in chronological order, not in the order in which they appear in the film).

Matt and I have to find a new apartment by mid-May and it’s causing me agita.

Neither of us has actually had to look for an apartment in Manhattan before, so we’re both heading into the unknown here.

Should we use a broker? We were discussing this last night.

Pros: it would save us the stress of having to use Craigslist and compete with tons of other people for the same apartments.

Cons: it would be pricey and not necessarily more helpful. When I lived in Jersey City, I found my first apartment through a broker and my second apartment on my own through an ad. My second apartment was better, quieter, and cheaper and I had a saner landlord.

But the idea of using, say, Craigslist, and having to compete with other people for an apartment, really drives me nuts.

What should we do?

[Update: 3 1/2 hours later. Really? Nobody has anything to say?]

Andrew Sullivan is fun when he’s brutal:

Clinton is a terrible manager of people. Coming into a campaign she had been planning for, what, two decades, she was so not ready on Day One, or even Day 300. Her White House, if we can glean anything from the campaign, would be a secretive nest of well-fed yes-people, an uncontrollable egomaniac spouse able and willing to bigfoot anyone if he wants to, a phalanx of flunkies who cannot tell the boss when things are wrong, and a drizzle of dreary hacks like Mark Penn. Her only genuine skill is pivoting off the Limbaugh machine (which is now as played out as its enemies)….

How did they come this close to losing this? They had all the money, all the contacts, all the machine levers, the entire establishment, the biggest Democratic name in decades, and they’ve been forced into a humiliating death-match by a first-term black liberal with a funny name. It seems obvious to me that the Clintons blew this because they never for a second imagined they could. So they never planned to fight it. Once put in a fair contest, they turned out to be terrible campaigners, terrible politicians, bad managers, useless executives, wooden public speakers. If you’re a Democrat, that’s good to know, isn’t it? All that bullshit about Day One and experience? In retrospect: laughable.