We’ve got a new “Think Again” column called, believe it or not, “I’llSee Your Testicles…’ (Catfight on the Right)” and it’s here.(though perhaps they changed the title later in the day)
Also, I did an op-ed on the move away from AIPAC-style politics forAmerican Jews for the IHT, which is up on the NYT site, here.
Classified section: I’m selling fifty or so Miles Davis cds–everything on Columbia during the key period–mostly in beautiful box sets, etc, and would love to sell the whole thing as a package. Email if genuinely interested. Also,I have two lousy seats for Bruce on 11/8 and one for 11/7 I need to getrid of. Email below….
Ok, here’s Pierce
“Daddy ran whiskey in a big black Dodge/Bought it at an auction atthe Masons lodge.”
Weekly WWOZ Pick To Click: “My Mama Told Me So.” (The B-3 OrganSummit): Price Waterhouse couldn’t fake the numbers to calibrate exactlyhow much I love New Orleans.
Part The First: Considering that the money behind the saintedAmerican Football League fifty years ago belonged to the Hunt family inDallas, the pre-eminent wingnut sugar daddies of the 1950’s and ’60’s,it’s pretty rich that, even in the beginnings of what may be acollective-bargaining armageddon, both the labor and management sides ofthe modern NFL have declined to be associated with the former JeffChristie. The weeping in the wingnuttosphere leaves me strangely unmoved. It does, however, move me to gales of helpless laughter. Dude, I am not. You are not. You are, however, an idiot.
Part The Second: There is no way I am not buying this. “Here comes Santa Claus/Here comes Santa Claus/Right down Highway 61.”
Part The Third: My knowledge of Russian libel law is admittedlylimited, but I’m thinking this case is kind of a longshot.
Part The Fourth: Good nominees, I think this is a good list. But, check out the list of judges in the nonfiction category. Apparently,Waldo The Drunk Security Guard at Salon has a brother who works for theNational Book Foundation. We’re damned lucky Glenn Beck isn’t a finalist, Iguess.
Part The Penultimate: this was the best treatment of the whole Nobel business that I read anywhere. The Pooka McPhellimey and I will brook no debate on this point.