Credit: CBS
Okay, my favorite part of the the third-season finale of
Discovery is the ending: the closing credits, which employs the closing-credits music from the original series. This probably would’ve been even niftier last week, which was the 800th installment of
Trek onscreen, but it’s still a nifty little call-back to end this season, and as we just completed a year that had three new seasons of
Trek in it.
isn’t a cliffhanger, which is a welcome relief, frankly.
There’s, um, a lot going on here, most of it good, some of it head-scratching, none of it actively horrible, though there were some moments there where I was really worried. And that non-cliffhangery ending is wonderful in so many ways, but the status quo it leaves for our two leads is problematic.
New COVID-19 restrictions squeeze Marblehead businesses It s going to be a tough winter
Leigh Blander Wicked Local
With COVID cases surging in town and Governor Charlie Baker announcing new restrictions, many local gyms, businesses, and restaurants are feeling the economic pinch.
“It’s going to be a tough winter,” said Marblehead Chamber of Commerce Director Beth Ferris. “Of course, everyone understands that we’re in a pandemic. I get that. But it’s so hard on our restaurants and smaller stores.”
Under Baker’s latest order, stores, gyms, and restaurants cannot exceed 25% capacity.
That means The Landing, which usually seats 200 diners at a time, can now only have 50.
Credit: CBS
Okay, my favorite part of the the third-season finale of
Discovery is the ending: the closing credits, which employs the closing-credits music from the original series. This probably would’ve been even niftier last week, which was the 800th installment of
Trek onscreen, but it’s still a nifty little call-back to end this season, and as we just completed a year that had three new seasons of
Trek in it.
isn’t a cliffhanger, which is a welcome relief, frankly.
There’s, um, a lot going on here, most of it good, some of it head-scratching, none of it actively horrible, though there were some moments there where I was really worried. And that non-cliffhangery ending is wonderful in so many ways, but the status quo it leaves for our two leads is problematic.
Even though it’s been nearly three decades since I joined the
Observer, if I close my eyes I can still see my colleagues from yesteryear …
Jane Bown looking at a contact sheet by the lightbox, using her monocle eyeglass. Motorcycle couriers flirting with picture researchers. Reporters massaging the egos of alpha-male photographers, vying to become the next Don McCullin, the great photojournalist whose career began here. Men in shabby suits from now-defunct picture agencies, cigarette in hand as they hawked photo-essays from battered suitcases. The picture librarian ferrying files of black and white prints to the man who was at the centre of everything, the revered picture editor, Tony McGrath.