I love old-fashioned journalism, the kind where a reporter goes out and does some actual research (i.e., the kind which someone like Tom Brokaw hasn't done in decades). Here is the best article I've read explaining how Sarah Palin got into the position she's in, and it relies on actual reporting.
So I know this is nearly two years old, but I heard it again last night and decided it was worth posting. Mr. Newman talks about what the Bush administration has done to America's standing in the world.
Happy birthday to Steve Cropper, one of the essential elements of the Stax Records hit factory in the sixties. Here he is in a relatively recent concert appearance.
One of the things I admire about Krugman is that he's the kind of person who, after winning a Nobel Prize last week, got right back to work and produced this slightly wonky (as in policy wonk) column.
But policy wonks are the people who actually care if their numbers add up, which is why so many politicians don't like them. Policy wonks think reality is more important than rhetoric. Sort of like the old Robin Williams line: "Reality--what a concept." When making crucial decisions about the fate of millions of people, taking reality into account--wow. What a concept.
Frank Rich again gathers up some key points and puts them together in a way that no one else quite has. (And note the Brokeback Mountain allusion in the headline -- I didn't get it until after I'd read the article.)
There are a lot of tributes to Levi Stubbs out there now. All I can do is offer two things. The first is this, which burned itself into my brain at an early age. And I will be forever grateful for that. The second is this video, in which Billy Bragg, through the combination of his deep love of music and great songwriting ability (not to mention his very English accent), makes a heartfelt point about how human emotion crosses cultural boundaries in unexpected ways.
With the money from her accident She bought herself a mobile home So at least she could get some enjoyment Out of being alone No one could say that she was left up on the shelf It's you and me against the world kid she mumbled to herself
When the world falls apart some things stay in place Levi Stubbs' tears run down his face
She ran away from home in her mother's best coat She was married before she was even entitled to vote And her husband was one of those blokes The sort that only laughs at his own jokes The sort a war takes away And when there wasn't a war he left anyway
When the world falls apart some things stay in place Levi Stubbs' tears run down his face
Norman Whitfield and Barrett Strong Are here to make right everything that's wrong Holland and Holland and Lamont Dozier too Are here to make it all okay for you
One dark night he came home from the sea And put a hole in her body where no hole should be It hurt her more to see him walking out the door And though they stitched her back together they left her heart in pieces on the floor
When the world falls apart some things stay in place She takes off the Four Tops tape and puts it back in its case When the world falls apart some things stay in place Levi Stubbs' tears...
Recorded many times, but this is the original version. Ted Nugent even crafted a whole song out of one of the licks in the middle. And for people of a certain age, the Peter Gunn bass line (which is used as another one of the bits in the middle) was one of the first things to learn on guitar.
Jeez, dead people two days in a row. Sorry, but they both matter, at least in my world. Edie Adams was, among other things, the widow of the unique Ernie Kovacs, although her own career began before, and went on long after, her work with him. The fact that she appeared with both classic-era comics and Cheech and Chong tells you something about her -- she was always a little off-center, even for a comedienne. Here's more.
What I miss most about academia is good criticism. Everything else is easy to find in the rest of the world.
There are people who think that all critics are simply destructive. These people are idiots. There are people who think that criticism is the real thing, and that Emily Bronte was a moron compared to F.R. Leavis. These people are idiots.
Good critics, as has been pointed out many times, are the true amateurs, a word that comes from the Latin word for love. Good critics love what they write about, but are no more starry-eyed than someone in a long-term relationship: they see the flaws, but they're sticking around anyway. And they stick around because they know there's something worthwhile going on.
Here's the best example of good criticism I've come across recently. Matt Zoller Seitz blogs regularly at The House Next Door, where he posted this appreciation of Bill Melendez.
More analysis of the Right, this time by Eve Fairbanks in the Washington Post. She looks at the current freshman House Republicans, and what they mean for the future.
What will the Republican Party's new guard look like? The answer lies in that most extreme and uncompromising of numbers: zero. The new guard is fiercely stubborn, gutsily insubordinate, drama-loving and -- compared with the 82-percent-for-compromise old guard -- unadulteratedly ideological. And it could take the GOP off an even higher cliff than the one the party lurched off two years ago.
How bad is it? Normally sober people are sounding apocalyptic. On Thursday, the bond trader and blogger John Jansen declared that current conditions are “the financial equivalent of the Reign of Terror during the French Revolution,” while Joel Prakken of Macroeconomic Advisers says that the economy seems to be on “the edge of the abyss.”
Like the recent Blue Cheer post, this is an example of heavy metal before the term existed. The bassist, Felix Pappalardi, was a music biz heavyweight who had decided to become a working musician on the side. Among other things he had produced Cream's breakthrough album, Disraeli Gears. Here in some amateur footage, he's just a member of the band, while Leslie West claims early guitar god status.