I’ve got a new Think Again column, which involved quite a bit more work than usual, by the way, called "The Continuing Scandal of Howard Kurtz and The Washington Post," here. And my Moment column, "Why Jews Vote Like Puerto Ricans (and not Episcopalians)" is here.
"Looked like there was 10,000 people standin’ round the buryin’ ground/I didn’t know I loved her ’til they laid her down."
Weekly WWOZ Pick To Click: "Crescent City Calypso" (Dr. Michael White)–I am weighing several plans for a new offensive in my campaign to tell the country how much I love New Orleans.
Part The Second: A media project started by Tucker (Fail) CARLSON!
And now, a word from our SPONSOR: "If this guy owned a funeral parlor, nobody would die."
Part The Third: I like this REVIEW for the clarity of its arguments, but I love it for the fact that the New Yorker finally breaks The Horseshit Barrier–see the last graf–and tiny mummies weep in the Beyond. But baseball MANAGERS across America cheer!
Good on you, Elizabeth.
Part The Fourth: Of course, there are CHEAPER, TAWDRIER GOODS out there selling themselves on the radio.
Part The Fifth: Being The Continuing Adventures Of Waldo, The Drunk Security Guard. Amazed at his continued employment at the home offices of Salon, Waldo celebrates by chasing 15 shots of Virginia Gentleman with a six-pack of Piels Real Draft. He sings two choruses of "Twist And Shout" and, while impersonating Ferris Bueller atop a desk, he falls, knocking himself unconscious. While he is out cold, a squirrel hops in through a window, downs the rest of the liquor, and starts tap-dancing on a KEYBOARD. "When as a Yale graduate student I ransacked that great temple, Sterling Library, in search of paradigms for reintegrating literary criticism with history, I found literally nothing in Levi-Strauss that I felt had scholarly solidity." And then I failed to find my ass with both hands and made acareer out of it.