Paragraph Of The Day: Hadley Freeman Edition

Hadley Freeman writes about fashion, popular culture, and whatever else strikes her fancy for the Guardian This graph comes from a piece called The Elan Gale internet hoax sums up all that is rotten about our online lives: Gale is a TV producer from Los Angeles. He is also the proud winner of “Most tragic display of attention-seeking neediness of the week”, beating even Kate Moss posing in Playboy with a pom-pom pinned to her rear end – so you’re already getting an idea of the depths of idiocy here. Last Thursday, while many Americans were trying to escape their … Continue reading Paragraph Of The Day: Hadley Freeman Edition

Closed-Minded, Racist, Rigid, Old-Fashioned

This post title is taken from a report issued by the College National Republican Committee. It describes younger voters’ attitudes about the GOP.It also describes this story out of Atmore, Alabama: An Escambia Academy High School student said she was denied a diploma and fined $1,000 for wearing an eagle feather at her graduation. For 17-year-old Chelsey Ramer, graduating on May 23 was supposed to be a joyous occasion. “I was excited,” said Ramer. It has been more than a week, and she still does not have her diploma. She said it is all because of her feather. “They told … Continue reading Closed-Minded, Racist, Rigid, Old-Fashioned

My Kingdom For A Tomb

Call me an oddball, but my favorite current weird news story is the whole Richard III skeleton found in a Leicester car park (Britspeak for parking lot) saga. It’s got it all: death, royals, and DNA. The pro-Plantagenet press corps is busy bashing the Tudor-ites who, in turn, are dissing the Windsors. I made that last bit up. It’s always fun when historical myth turns out to be true as it has in this case. Of course, it has also brought on a bit of revisionism as well: was poor Richard as bad as Shakespeare made him out to be? … Continue reading My Kingdom For A Tomb

Louisiana Curses

This hasn’t got anything to do with American Horror Story:Coven or other witchy/voodooy curse nonsense but with a survey about w hich state curses the most. My current home state, Louisiana is number 4. Fuck yeah, fuckin’ A, Louisiana is also the fourth most courteous state according to this click bait driven (it worked with me obviously) survey. Thank you for moving out the fucking way. We’re the only motherfuckers to make both goddamn lists thank you very much. They’re not polite in Jersey? Who the fuck knew? Everyone… Here are some swell looking charts courtesy of Marcex; Continue reading Louisiana Curses

Anthony Lewis, R.I.P.

Anthony Lewis was the first national newspaper columnist I remember reading. His column at the New York Times ran from 1969 to 2001 and he was usually right and always lucid and thoughtful, no MoDo-style gotcha bullshit for Tony Lewis.He died today at the age of 85. Lewis was widely credited with revolutionizing coverage of the Supremes and wrote 2 great books about the Warren Court and some of its landmark cases:Gideon’s Trumpet and Make No Law. It’s a pity that most folks in the MSM nowadays lack Lewis’ common decency and reporting skills. The fact that the NYT has … Continue reading Anthony Lewis, R.I.P.

Anthony Lewis, R.I.P.

Anthony Lewis was the first national newspaper columnist I remember reading. His column at the New York Times ran from 1969 to 2001 and he was usually right and always lucid and thoughtful, no MoDo-style gotcha bullshit for Tony Lewis.He died today at the age of 85. Lewis was widely credited with revolutionizing coverage of the Supremes and wrote 2 great books about the Warren Court and some of its landmark cases:Gideon’s Trumpet andMake No Law. It’s a pity that most folks in the MSM nowadays lack Lewis’ common decency and reporting skills. The fact that the NYT has gone … Continue reading Anthony Lewis, R.I.P.

My Kingdom For A Tomb

Call me an oddball, but my favorite current weird news story is the wholeRichard III skeleton found in a Leicester car park (Britspeak for parking lot) saga. It’s got it all: death, royals, and DNA. The pro-Plantagenet press corps is busy bashing the Tudor-ites who, in turn, are dissing the Windsors. I made that last bit up. It’s always fun when historical myth turns out to be true as it has in this case. Of course, it has also brought on a bit of revisionism as well: was poor Richard as bad as Shakespeare made him out to be? Probably … Continue reading My Kingdom For A Tomb

It’s Never Time For The Blame Game

My Twitter feed is all over this New York Times op-ed, in which journalist Kurt Eichenwald reveals the numerous warnings of an Al Qaeda attack in the months leading up to 9/11. Not just the infamous Aug. 6 PDB, “Bin Laden Determined To Strike In U.S.,” but CIA reports from May 1, June 22, June 29, July 9, and July 24. And then there were the FBI reports of Al Qaeda-connected terrorists training to fly (but not land) airplanes at U.S. flight schools. And on, and on. All ignored. Why? Eichenwald writes: […] An intelligence official and a member of … Continue reading It’s Never Time For The Blame Game

It’s Never Time For The Blame Game

My Twitter feed is all overthis New York Times op-ed, in which journalist Kurt Eichenwald reveals the numerous warnings of an Al Qaeda attack in the months leading up to 9/11. Not just the infamous Aug. 6 PDB, “Bin Laden Determined To Strike In U.S.,” but CIA reports from May 1, June 22, June 29, July 9, and July 24. And then there werethe FBI reports of Al Qaeda-connected terrorists training to fly (but not land) airplanes at U.S. flight schools. And on, and on. All ignored. Why? Eichenwald writes: […] An intelligence official and a member of the Bush … Continue reading It’s Never Time For The Blame Game

Interesting Times

As I posted over at my place this morning, Mr. Beale and I have just returned from a long weekend in New York City. New York is both America’s cultural and financial center, so the stuff I see there always resonates on a bigger level with me. It’s a place that always makes me think about where this country is and where it’s going. And sometimes what I think is, WTF? For instance, this, seen somewhere around West 53rd and 7th Avenue: I couldn’t see that and not think of Andrew Breitbart ranting, “stop raaaping people … stop raaaping people … Continue reading Interesting Times

Interesting Times

As I posted over at my place this morning, Mr. Beale and I have just returned from a long weekend in New York City. New York is both America’s cultural and financial center, so the stuff I see there always resonates on a bigger level with me. It’s a place that always makes me think about where this country is and where it’s going. And sometimes what I think is, WTF? For instance, this, seen somewhere around West 53rd and 7th Avenue: I couldn’t see that and not think of Andrew Breitbart ranting, “stop raaaping people … stop raaaping people … Continue reading Interesting Times

We Used To Be Giants

The New York City Municipal Archive has just released a database of 870,000 photographs onto the internet. People: this is the kind of thing I could spend literally weeks diving into. So, thank God the Atlantic pulled out 53 for me, otherwise y’all wouldn’t see me until June. I’m a huge photography fan and fell in love with Margaret Bourke-White back when I was in high school. With all her flaws, the thing about her that I adored — besides the fact that she was a woman in a male-dominated field, andwalked the scaffolding of the fucking Chrysler Building while … Continue reading We Used To Be Giants

You can have my tattoo when you pry it from my COLD, DEAD HANDS!

The saying “If you’re not outraged, you’re not paying attention” needs to be reworked, based on current events. People seem to be getting more and more outraged lately, but it’s a curious set of topics that have them outraged. The post Thursday from A regardingthe pissed off weatherman and his indignation that his job has been outsourced to Punxsutawney once a year is just one example of how Gary Busey we are starting to become.We’re worried if Mitt Romney is a “weird” Mormon or if he’s really Mexican.We are fervently debating whether Michael Fassbender was denied an Oscar nomination because … Continue reading You can have my tattoo when you pry it from my COLD, DEAD HANDS!

The Brain Dump

I’m suffering a Recall-Packer Loss-Newt Gingrich-Walker Ad Blitz-Edit happy assholes hangover right now. I kept trying to say something, but realized that I can’t find anything particularly poignant to say about anything epic. Could be the end of an interim where I had awesome kids who really demanded a lot of me. Could be that The Midget managed to vomit twice, one time being at school after telling her teacher she was fine. Might be that I’m working on a longer post and it never seems “done” enough to put out there. Maybe it’s something else. In anyway, here’s my … Continue reading The Brain Dump

Life without Louie

Five years ago this week, Louis Ingelhart died at the age of 86. I don’t know what student press freedom was like before him, but I know that it would never have been the same without him. Louie, as he was known by those who loved and admired him, was a staunch believer in the First Amendment and had no qualms about expressing his beliefs in that area. When his beloved Ball State University got a new president in May 2004, Louie attended the press conference. He sought out the reporter for the student newspaper, tugged on the kid’s sleeve … Continue reading Life without Louie

Malaka Of The Week: Machine Gun Santa

The “honor” actually goes to the Scottsdale Gun Club in Arizona. As you can see above, their idea of holiday spirit istaking pictures of heavily armed people with Santa.Holy Machine Gun Baby, Batman. It’s 5 bucks for members and ten for anyone nutty enough to think this is appropriate holiday, as opposed to cannon, fodder. It’s a limited offer, so if you wanna look like an idiot, go to Scottsdale and head to the gun club on December 10th. We missed the November 26th date, alas. Hmm, I wonder if Santa did any turkey shootin’… When I heard of this … Continue reading Malaka Of The Week: Machine Gun Santa

Cough Up A Buck, Ya Cheap Bastards

Do you have any idea how much Claire’s coke habit costs? Non-sequential bills only, please. It’s the last day of the fundraising drive, and I’m breaking radio silence to urge you tochip in. Why? Well, because if you don’t, Virgo will come find you, and I can’t appeal to her sense of restraint every time. Also, look at what you get here. You get Scout, who is a natural reporter–that woman makes Edward R. Murrow look like a PR flack. You get Athenae, who is the best goddamn writer on the Internet (except maybethis guy, but he already gets paid). … Continue reading Cough Up A Buck, Ya Cheap Bastards

Sargent Shriver, RIP

Sargent Shriver died today at the age of 95. He was best known to the world as a second banana: JFK’s brother-in-law, Ahnuld’s father-in-law and McGovern’s 1972 running mate after Eagleton crapped out and everybody else turned the hapless nominee down. But Shriver was the first Peace Corps director and one of the leaders of the Great Society’s war on poverty. He was also a stand-up guy and, according to one of my relatives who met him, a helluva ballroom dancer. Continue reading Sargent Shriver, RIP

Champagne, Caviar & Dancing Dwarfs

Here’s another example of how the rich are different from you and me.And that the rich in the New Orleans metro area are frakking weird: Once in a while a party defines a year, or vice versa. Once in a while a party defines a decade, or two. Twenty-one years ago, Jane was born during a snowfall in New Orleans. It was only natural that Snow White would become not only an affectionate nickname for Jane, but also the theme for the glorious gallivanting in her honor that took place Dec. 23 at the family home in Old Metairie. The … Continue reading Champagne, Caviar & Dancing Dwarfs

Season’s Heavings

Spending holidays on the road again with family and friends. The Midget managed to throw up in the car twice, which led to some frivolity as we cleaned her, the car and her car seat. Windex and blue truck-stop towels were flying everywhere. She even got vomit on her stuffed moose. I had to buy a bucket of caramel corn at this truck stop just so we could have the bucket (as no actual buckets were available) in case she hurled again. I bought a roll of paper towel, a bottle of Windex, the caramel corn and asked for four … Continue reading Season’s Heavings

Tacky

Time for some comic relief.Cherie Blair was discovered trying to auction husband Tony’s autograph on eBay for a mere ten quid.

Those disappointed whenTony Blairhad to cancel a book-signing due to protests last month will be pleased to learn they can now buy the former prime minister’s signature – from his wife, Cherie.

Cherie Blair, a barrister who together with her husband has amassed a large fortune, sold a signed “bookplate” oneBay for £10, it has emerged.

The enterprising former Downing Street resident offered the item – designed to fit into copies of Tony Blair’s autobiography A Journey – at £25 on the auction site last week.

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Space Oddity

Ground control to Ray Bradbury. Is it just me or does anyone else think the world is weirder than usual right now? Here’s something else that supports my theory: the author of one of my youthful favorites, Fahrenheit 451 is sounding downright cranky and teabaggerish over the US and A’s failure to<drum roll> colonize the moon.I shit you not: p style=”margin-top: 0pt; padding-top: 0pt;”> From theLos Angeles Times: Ray Bradbury is mad at President Obama, but it’s not about the economy, the war or the plan to a construct a mosque near Ground Zero in New York City. “He should … Continue reading Space Oddity