Tombers is the President of Intermat,
Inc., a consulting practice that specializes in the intersection
of media, technology and marketing. For two years, he produced
the Emmys on the Web and supervised web related activities for
the Academy, including for the 50th Anniversary year of the
Emmy Awards. In addition to its consulting engagements, Intermat
recently sold METEORS TALE, an unpublished novel by Michael
ORourke, to Animal Planet for development as a television
movie. Visit his
web site at http://www.intermat.tv
Enjoying a respite
By Mat Tombers
Changing the pace of life is a good thing, every now and again.
And so this past weekend, we didnt go up to the country
but stayed in the city and we couldnt have picked
a finer weekend to do so. It was warm without being hot; both
Saturday and Sunday were perfect early autumn days.
Friday evening I went out to Plandome, where I met my godparents
at the Plandome Country Club and we had an unusually jolly
time together. All of us were relaxed; we viewed photos of
their 60th wedding anniversary party in August. I winced seeing
the photos, not liking these any more than any photo Ive
seen of myself. Oh dear
We laughed, they laughed, I laughed. My whole lifetime is
filled with memories shared with these two people and it was
a particularly nice evening for me as two clients of mine
had had some successes on projects I was working on with them.
Betelgeuse Productions had a special sent up to Business Affairs
at Travel for a contract and WETA was having success with
another project. It felt good. My Turner folks were beginning
to get their first responses back from some work I have been
doing for them.
John and Eileen shared their travel down to West Virginia
to see their oldest daughter, Mary Clare. We also talked about
Joe, her son, their grandson, my friend who joined the Army
after September 11th of last year and is now in Georgia but
will soon go to southern California for desert training.
The following morning after a workout in the gym I was headed
off to see about tickets to PROOF, starring Anne Heche, Len
Cariou and Neil Patrick Harris. As I was getting ready to
leave the phone rang and it was Tripp, telling me that something
was going on outside and that we had to leave the building
by a side door. He didnt know what but there was a commotion
I went down to discover that Georges, the funky little
diner across the street had developed huge cracks, overnight.
It was slowly collapsing and the rest of the weekend we saw
the destruction of the building. Better to take it down before
it fell down. And by Sunday it was gone. The event closed
down the 1 and the 9 subways, just reopened. And for two or
three days we waited to hear whether it was just the building
or if the building was a symptom of something deeper
a heretofore undetected structural fault that was related
to the fall of the Trade Center.
Apparently it was an isolated incident. An all clear was sounded
and by Tuesday you could hardly tell the building had ever
been there. But most of all I wondered what had happened to
the very nice lady from Eastern Europe who fussed over me
whenever I came in, making me feel like I was more of a regular
than I was. I dont even know her name and may never
see her again.
George says he will rebuild but thats a ways off.
Sunday was a blissful day of the New York Times, walking the
Esplanade, experimenting with the new water taxi that has
just been added to New Yorks means of transit, reading
in the sun and walking through many of the back streets of
downtown New York, past the Fraunces Tavern where George W.
[as in Washington] said good-bye to his officers.
Far, far away were all the drumbeats weve been hearing
about the war that is coming and for all of that we were grateful.
My inbox is filling even more this week than last with exhortations
for me to contact my elected representatives. But, for a moment,
all things Iraq related seemed to become blessedly more distant.
For a weekend, we seemed, as a city and as a nation to slip
into a tranquil place where all good things were possible
and all bad things simply transient clouds against the brilliant
sun of a good world.
But no one is convinced that it wont come. Conventional
wisdom from friends down in Washington, D.C. is that nothing
will happen until the weather cools in December and January
[remember when Desert Storm happened: January]. Conventional
wisdom is that George W. [as in Bush] sensed the political
pulse of the nation and has made some efforts to make sure
he doesnt send in troops without having danced some
more with the U.N. and our allies.
But, at the end of the day, if the allies and U.N. dont
come together with us, it still will happen and American troops
will march on Baghdad.
But for a moment this last week the news turned from the talk
of war to all the other things happening.
Georges collapse made the news all the way to Los Angeles.
Mayor Bloomberg is campaigning for a quieter city now that
he has shown that under his sway the crime rate hasnt
skyrocketed. Were safer and now were going to
I dont object.
I dont object to it being quieter. I dont object
to having some normalcy this week. Its GOOD to be thinking
about things like Martha Stewart resigning from the Board
of the NYSE. Its GOOD to be thinking about the elections.
Its not good to be thinking about a sniper that killed
five people at random in Maryland or the man who fired gunshots
outside the U.N. Its not good to know that despite the
temporary quieting of the drumbeats of war their sound is
becoming louder again.
Its not good to be thinking of Joe going from Georgia
to California for desert training.