Tombers is Managing Director of Intermat, Inc., (www.intermat.tv)
a television company which executive produces programs and consults
with industry companies on a variety of issues. Intermat, Inc.
is currently involved in approximately thirty hours of television
in various stages for a variety of networks. He is one of the
Executive Producers of OFF TO WAR, a ten hour series for Discovery
Times and for a one hour on international adoptions for Discovery
Health. He has consulted a variety of companies, including Ted
Turner Documentaries, WETA, Betelgeuse Productions, and Creation
Films, Lou Reda Productions as well as many others.
September 6, 2007
Comfort Food and Comfort News
Not so very long ago my sister, Mary Ann, and her husband,
Dean, paid me a visit on a grand sweep of the east coast they
did during August. I was delighted to see her as she had not
seen Claverack Cottage and it gave me a chance to cook for
her. At dinner we ate with silverware that had been our Grandmothers.
It seemed generational linking. We had breakfast in the morning
while the sun glinted off the creek and then she and Dean
made their way on toward Rhinebeck and then Massachusetts.
There was a sense of poignancy with their departure.
There followed the usual flurry of lifes activity and
then it was, suddenly, Labor Day weekend. As the long weekend
approached I found myself unstructured
a thing which was a blessing as it gave me time to think and
muse on a weekend that was as beautiful as God could create.
I spent time by myself, reading. I finished the last of the
Harry Potters and was satisfied with the ending. I read magazine
articles and arranged the house, moving art from one place
to another, pleased with the effect.
It was all a bit of snuggling down, something that I thought
only I was doing. But it wasnt. As I listen to the voices
about me, I realize I am not alone in hunkering down. Through
the weekend and since, I have listened to the voices of people
around me and it seems I hear a lot about nesting.
I have been eating popcorn, my since childhood comfort food,
and around me I have seen other people doing as I do, going
after some comfort deep visceral comfort found in ice
cream, French fries and bottles of good wine, thick steaks
and corn on the cob.
The news is still infused with its heavy doses of celebrity
chow. Brad Pitt was or was not mauled by an over eager fan
who broke through security barricades and he was or was not
terrified by the incident [it depended on which version you
read]. But something is different. With the waning of summer,
the last beautiful days of 2007 upon us, we seem to be turning
our thoughts, for what seems the first time in a long time,
to more serious issues. While we have whiled away the summer
months in a frenzy of celebrity misbehaving, there is
or am I mistaken a group sense that we need to pay
It seems the weight of what has been happening since our world
changed on September 11th, 2001 is beginning to finally, finally,
finally be felt by all of us. George W. Bush is on his way
out. The markets are not behaving very nicely. With that frothy
diversion fading, we are looking at our lives again and saying
to ourselves: whats important?
Ive been finding among friends a return to some of the
sensitivity that embraced us during the days after 9/11
a caring of and for family and friends, the familiar and the
loved. It is why I felt poignant when my sister drove away.
As siblings we are more complete than we have ever been. It
is a treasure. Friends are echoing this.
And while we are looking for our soul comfort, Osama Bin Laden
remains uncaught [for a very serious interlude read Newsweeks
9/3 edition]. The war goes badly and we have made a muck of
it and pretty much everyone now knows it. The conversation
is now, it seems to me, about defining our responsibility
since we have broken the prime directive of the Hippocratic
oath: first do no harm.
We would like to drown the sounds of suicide bombers with
screeching tales of errant heiresses and beautiful people
who havent coped well with beauty and wealth and yet
we are finding we cannot and that the outside world
is knocking at our door. A political season is upon us; a
new President will come, come what may. And it seems to me
we are beginning to pay attention because we cannot defer
any longer coping with the world we have created even with
comfort food and comfort news.