We’ve got a new "Think Again" column called "It’s a Bird. It’s a Plane. It’s…Cable News," and it’s here.
My Nation column, about Obama and Fox News and the rest of the media, is called "Just Don’t Call It Journalism," and that’s here.
Philly gets everything!
A bit over ten years ago, during the reunion tour, I had tickets to Philly and we had like the biggest snowstorm ever. (That morning, I ran into the amazing sight of one Victor S. Navasky braving these amazing elements to make it to, I kid you not, a Nation editorial meeting.) The show was cancelled, which was good, because an ex-friend, who had been an incredible dick about giving me (and Eli) a ride there, drove back and forth in the storm for nothing, thereby ever–so-slightly increasing my belief in a personal God who takes an interest in justice, however capriciously. But the show was rescheduled, not only for Bruce’s 50th birthday, but also for the night I had terrific tickets for Tom Waits, who almost never tours, at the Beacon, which in those days, was literally a half a block from my apartment. And I had already seen about seven of these reunion shows.
What to do?
What would you do?
I went to Philly (got lost, per usual). Got there just in time to hear Bruce play "Fever" my favorite song, and the only one that has remained on my funeral list, throughout the decades. It’s the only time I’ve heard it since maybe 1978, so that story has a happy ending. This year’s decision not to go Philly does not have as happy an ending, but it’s my own fault (and David Rudd’s).
Anyway, this is really great: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DytO5K0rPu8&feature=channel
Not bad either: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5H081gJWI6A&feature=channel
For moms, everywhere: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y08SB-YnQg0&feature=channel.