31 Aralık 2012 Pazartesi

What's Happening to Hillary? Only a clod would say the clot is a plot!

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Here are Senators Lindsey Graham and Dianne Feinstein, interviewed by Chris Wallace (yesterday, on "Fox News Sunday"):
WALLACE: Senator Graham, how important is it for Secretary of State Clinton to testify under oath before she leaves office about the Benghazi terror attack?...

GRAHAM: Absolutely essential that she'd testify....

WALLACE: Some of your Republican colleagues say they are prepared to hold off the confirmation of John Kerry as secretary of state, until Secretary Clinton testifies as secretary, before she leaves office.

GRAHAM: That's going to happen. I've been told by Senator Kerry he wants that approach also. He needs to hear what she says so he can make comments about, I agree with her/I don't agree with her. It makes sense to have her go first.

WALLACE: Do you agree with that, Senator Feinstein, that she needs to testify first, as an -- and have you been assured she will testify, though it has been 3 1/2 months since Benghazi and she still has never really answered questions, about Benghazi, her role before, during, after the attack? Do you have reason to believe she'll testify as secretary?

FEINSTEIN: She has said she will and I believe she will. You know, she's had a very real accident and she's recovering from it, and, she will be back. I gather, her first day, of work may well be next week. So, I think that's good news.
With all that assurance that Hillary Clinton would testify, later that day, we heard the news that Hillary Clinton had entered the hospital with a blood clot. We weren't told the site of said blood clot. Was it her brain (recently concussed)? Was it her leg (where she had a blood clot back in 1998)? The former is a big deal, the latter, not so much. Why not specify the site, since it make such a big difference, medically? Oh, but we're told we must not display any skepticism, any hint of suspicion that the SOS is trying to avoid having to testify about Benghazi. The woman is ill. Only a clod would say a clot was a plot.

Here's medical expert Kent Sepkowitz:
Unlike the relatively bland “concussion after fainting” pronouncement from earlier this month, this terse press release from her spokesman smells a little fishy. First it is odd that we are not told where the clot is—usually the clot, referred to as thrombophlebitis, occurs in the leg, a condition suffered by former president Richard Nixon after leaving the White House. 
Maybe you can remember — if not, guess! — how sensitive we were to Nixon's phlebitis, which conveniently flared up in the midst of Watergate. Ha! That bastard thinks he can get our sympathy. Pathetic! (That's what I said at the time.)
The clot [in the leg] can be uncomfortable but is only dangerous and even life threatening if it breaks free and travels downstream into the lung—a pulmonary embolus, in medical parlance.... Given that Clinton already has had this condition and those who have had one episode have a predilection to recurrence, the lack of a reminder of the 1998 clot from her press people seems a strange oversight.

Another problem with the “concussion then clot” story is this—the concussion, if indeed it came after a faint, should not directly predispose Clinton to a clot....

Alternatively, is it possible that the clot in question is one in the lining of the brain that can form after head trauma.... But anticoagulation is never given to persons with clots around the brain. They are either watched without intervention or surgically evacuated. So this possible explanation is out.

We are left with a story that is not easy to connect up with sparse information from the inside crowd, who could easily deflate speculation with two or three more measly facts. The National Enquirer has already declared Clinton to be suffering from a brain tumor, linking her observed weight gain, possibly from treatment for the putative cancer, and not-exactly-explained need to leave Obama’s Cabinet to the grim diagnosis. Such a story no longer seems to me as implausible as it did after the faint and concussion reports.
The suppression of informationthe site of the clot — suggests 2 radically different theories: 1. fakery/exaggeration to evade testimony, or 2. something horribly serious. I read Sepkowitz to exclude the middle ground.

Baz Luhrmann's "Gatsby."

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If you loved "Moulin Rouge," as I did, you may find the new trailer thrilling:



I was literally thrilled. And I'm very skeptical of all movies. I resist going to the movies. I see one comment over at YouTube whining about this not being in 3D. 3D is a curse. I've vowed never again to see a movie shot in 3D unless it's in a 3D theater. I saw that most recent "Planet of the Apes" movie, which was shot as a 3D movie, in a non-3D theater, and it was full of dumb shots — objects placed in the extreme foreground, actors framed in a way that you could tell was for an effect that you weren't able to see. I'd love to see "Life of Pi," but I put off going, because it's such an ordeal to engage with a 3D experience, and now it's only around here in non-3D, and I can't go, because of my vow. I'm delighted that Luhrmann didn't mess up the visuals to pander to the 3D dweebs.

Here, you can read "The Great Gatsby" on line, in a nice format. This is one of my favorite books. What I like is that each sentence is good, on its own. Seriously. Test it out. "As my train emerged from the tunnel into sunlight, only the hot whistles of the National Biscuit Company broke the simmering hush at noon." Every sentence is a writer's inspiration. I'll vouch for that.

ADDED: A trailer was put out last summer using many of the same visuals and a very different audio track, and I blogged at the time: "It looks awful, with horrible acting." I'd forgotten that! Here's the old trailer:



But I did say: "But then I think it's like 'Moulin Rouge,' which can seem bad if you look at it the wrong way, and this new 'Gatsby; is in fact directed by the same person, Baz Luhrmann." There's a fine line — in some quarters — between garbage and greatness. 

"It is shockingly inexpensive to travel within Turkey by plane."

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"Take this segment: from Istanbul to Izmir (about an hour flying time) on Atlas Jet, it's $25 (without additional discounts). For this, we get not only the flight itself, but a warm snack (melted cheese sandwich, cake, coffee or a soft drink) and, too, upon arrival in Izmir, free transportation by bus to towns south of us. Including to Slecuk — another hour's worth of travel."

... worth of travel.

Do you understand it?

"Long before Erika Menendez was charged with pushing a stranger to his death under an oncoming train at a Queens elevated station..."

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"... she had years of contact with New York City’s mental health and law enforcement establishments."
She was treated by the psychiatric staffs of at least two city hospitals, and caseworkers visited her family home in Queens to provide further help. She was also arrested at least three times, according to the police, twice after violent confrontations....

There were ample warnings over the years concerning Ms. Menendez.

In 2003, according to the police, she attacked another stranger, Daniel Conlisk, a retired firefighter, as he took out his garbage in Queens.

“I was covered with blood,” Mr. Conlisk recalled on Sunday. “She was screaming the whole time.”
That's the NYT. In The Daily News, we learn that what she was screaming was "You fucked my mother."

How to read a book a day for a year.

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Choose short/easy/audio books.

Actually, I read a book a day and have for years — but it's an audiobook, and most of this reading is done while asleep.

Do you have an reading-related New Year's resolutions? Let's think up some reading projects for the new year. We don't necessarily have to do them. Let's just contemplate them. I've already thought of 2, one of which I plan to do. First:
Maybe a good project would be those "History of..." pages, not just for their most common words — WAR! — but to have had it run through your head, at least once, what happened in all of those places. Do you know how many pages we are talking about? The number of members in the United Nations is not the right answer, but do you know that number? It's 193. Wikipedia lists 206 sovereign states (including those with disputed sovereignty).

Let's make a New Year's resolution: Each day, read one Wikipedia "History of..." page. Will you join me? We'll go in alphabetical order, and I'll prompt you with blog posts.
That will start on New Year's day. Don't worry, I'll make it amusing. Second:
What I like [about "The Great Gatsby"] is that each sentence is good, on its own. Seriously. Test it out. "As my train emerged from the tunnel into sunlight, only the hot whistles of the National Biscuit Company broke the simmering hush at noon." Every sentence is a writer's inspiration....

I feel like starting a blog devoted to individual sentences in "The Great Gatsby," chosen randomly, and continuing until all the sentences have been used up.
With commentary, of course. For example, here's my commentary on the hot-whistle-simmering-hush sentence (responding to a commenter who complained that "trains do not 'emerge' from tunnels. They blast, speed, rip, explode, hurtle. E.B. White and Orwell would have hated the verb 'emerge'):
Now, one reason the train can't "blast" or "explode" from the tunnel — and by the way, oh, you men, with your cocks — is that the "only" sound was the "hot whistle." Otherwise, there was a "hush." That's all very surreal, no? Why didn't the train make any noise? It emerged, because it wasn't a screaming cock blasting through a vagina tunnel, as happens in your (presumably) E.B. White-approved works of fiction. Why was the train silent, why were the whistles hot, why was the hush simmering, why was it noon, why were the whistles biscuit whistles, and why wasn't it the biscuit, rather than the whistle, that was hot?

27 Aralık 2012 Perşembe

Ok, I'll Say It -- The New Judges Save/Sing-For-Your-Life Is Icky!

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As if it wasn't bad enough that America voted off the talented and lovely Alexis Grace on last night's American Idol, leaving the far less talented Michael Sarver in the competition and on the tour, the poor girl wasn't even allowed to exit the show with dignity. Instead, she was forced to "sing for her life," while the judges decided whether or not she was worthy of using their "save" on.

Gross!!!!!

Now, I can't say I disagree with the judges' choice not to use the save, but forcing Alexis to desperately make her case, just moments after being told she received the fewest amount of votes in the Top 11, was just wrong. What happened to the lovely send-off video and kind words from the judges? Gone. Instead, she had to plead her case to the judges via the very song they said they don't think she should have chosen, and then listen to Simon tell her "You were good, but not good enough."

I repeat -- gross!!

There's got to be a better way for the end of the show to go down, right? Right????

X-Factor's Danyl Johnson - Bisexual?

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Below is a video of X-Factor contestant Danyl Johnson, who Simon Cowell said gave the best first audition he's ever seen. I mean...it's good, sure, and the guy certainly has stage presence, but methinks Cowell overstates just a bit.

I'm more interested in a quote he gave to London's The Mirror, in which he declares he dates both women and men, and says, "I don’t like to conform or be put into one box or another and if I’m honest all the judges are good-looking. If I like someone’s personality it doesn’t really matter what they look like or what sex they are."

Looks like Adam Lambert is not the only singing contestant who likes the fellas!

Gay, straight, bisexual -- do you love this guy? And is he the next Susan Boyle? Let me know your thoughts.

SYTYCD's Will Wingfield Joins Broadway's "In The Heights"

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So You Think You Can Dance is taking over the world!

First Lacey Schwimmer, Dmitry Chaplin and Chelsie Hightower infiltrated Dancing with the Stars, Travis Wall returned triumphantly as a choreographer on the show, Kherington Payne got cast in the remake of Fame and Neil Haskell showed up Off-Broadway in Altar Boyz and on Broadway in 9 to 5. Now Season 4's Will Wingfield will be the new "Graffiti Pete" in In the Heights!

I saw Will, who was egregriously kicked off in the Top 8 of SYTYCD two seasons ago, this summer at City Center Encore's The Wiz, where he played the head monkey. Though he didn't have much to do, he danced fabulously, and certainly had more energy than star Ashanti. I mean...

Also coming to the Great White Way this fall is Season 3 runner-up Danny Tidwell, who will be a featured dancer in Memphis. Love!

Now we just gotta find a place for Katee Sheean and Janette Manrara!

Idol Thoughts Interviews So You Think You Can Dance's Nigel Lythgoe

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I just got off the phone with Nigel Lythgoe, and here's a few nuggets of information he shared about Season 6 of So You Think You Can Dance:

-Because of scheduling issues, the season finale episode will feature the Top 6, instead of the usual Top 4. This was to avoid starting with a "Top 18". By my estimations, this would put the finale on December 16, 2009.

-Adam Shankman joining the show does not mean the end of guest judges -- in fact, Jennifer Lopez, a big fan of the show, has expressed interest in joining the panel, and Nigel still hopes to get Paula Abdul from time to time.

-If the show is not successful in the fall Nigel expects it will return to the summer -- he can't imagine Fox would throw the baby out with the bathwater.

-Nigel thinks this past season was booooooooooooring, and though the dancers were technically adept, he thought they were seriously lacking in personality.

-He thinks Danny Tidwell is the best dancer the show has had, and thinks Travis Wall was a better dancer than Benji Schwimmer, and, in this past season, Brandon was a better dancer than Jeanine.

Episode 2 of the new season of SYTYCD airs tonight!

Listen to a Clip of American Idol champ Kris Allen's New Single "Live Like We're Dying"

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I'm a big Kris Allen fan. Big. And I couldn't be more excited that the 23-second clip below of his rumored new single "Live Like We're Dying" sounds AWESOME. Like, One Republic meets Jason Mraz AWESOME. It's a cover of a song by a band called The Scripts, but since no one's ever heard of them, or the song, who the heck cares? The song is (have I mentioned?) AWESOME!

Listen below and let me know what you think.

20 Aralık 2012 Perşembe

Ok, I'll Say It -- The New Judges Save/Sing-For-Your-Life Is Icky!

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As if it wasn't bad enough that America voted off the talented and lovely Alexis Grace on last night's American Idol, leaving the far less talented Michael Sarver in the competition and on the tour, the poor girl wasn't even allowed to exit the show with dignity. Instead, she was forced to "sing for her life," while the judges decided whether or not she was worthy of using their "save" on.

Gross!!!!!

Now, I can't say I disagree with the judges' choice not to use the save, but forcing Alexis to desperately make her case, just moments after being told she received the fewest amount of votes in the Top 11, was just wrong. What happened to the lovely send-off video and kind words from the judges? Gone. Instead, she had to plead her case to the judges via the very song they said they don't think she should have chosen, and then listen to Simon tell her "You were good, but not good enough."

I repeat -- gross!!

There's got to be a better way for the end of the show to go down, right? Right????

X-Factor's Danyl Johnson - Bisexual?

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Below is a video of X-Factor contestant Danyl Johnson, who Simon Cowell said gave the best first audition he's ever seen. I mean...it's good, sure, and the guy certainly has stage presence, but methinks Cowell overstates just a bit.

I'm more interested in a quote he gave to London's The Mirror, in which he declares he dates both women and men, and says, "I don’t like to conform or be put into one box or another and if I’m honest all the judges are good-looking. If I like someone’s personality it doesn’t really matter what they look like or what sex they are."

Looks like Adam Lambert is not the only singing contestant who likes the fellas!

Gay, straight, bisexual -- do you love this guy? And is he the next Susan Boyle? Let me know your thoughts.

SYTYCD's Will Wingfield Joins Broadway's "In The Heights"

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So You Think You Can Dance is taking over the world!

First Lacey Schwimmer, Dmitry Chaplin and Chelsie Hightower infiltrated Dancing with the Stars, Travis Wall returned triumphantly as a choreographer on the show, Kherington Payne got cast in the remake of Fame and Neil Haskell showed up Off-Broadway in Altar Boyz and on Broadway in 9 to 5. Now Season 4's Will Wingfield will be the new "Graffiti Pete" in In the Heights!

I saw Will, who was egregriously kicked off in the Top 8 of SYTYCD two seasons ago, this summer at City Center Encore's The Wiz, where he played the head monkey. Though he didn't have much to do, he danced fabulously, and certainly had more energy than star Ashanti. I mean...

Also coming to the Great White Way this fall is Season 3 runner-up Danny Tidwell, who will be a featured dancer in Memphis. Love!

Now we just gotta find a place for Katee Sheean and Janette Manrara!

Idol Thoughts Interviews So You Think You Can Dance's Nigel Lythgoe

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I just got off the phone with Nigel Lythgoe, and here's a few nuggets of information he shared about Season 6 of So You Think You Can Dance:

-Because of scheduling issues, the season finale episode will feature the Top 6, instead of the usual Top 4. This was to avoid starting with a "Top 18". By my estimations, this would put the finale on December 16, 2009.

-Adam Shankman joining the show does not mean the end of guest judges -- in fact, Jennifer Lopez, a big fan of the show, has expressed interest in joining the panel, and Nigel still hopes to get Paula Abdul from time to time.

-If the show is not successful in the fall Nigel expects it will return to the summer -- he can't imagine Fox would throw the baby out with the bathwater.

-Nigel thinks this past season was booooooooooooring, and though the dancers were technically adept, he thought they were seriously lacking in personality.

-He thinks Danny Tidwell is the best dancer the show has had, and thinks Travis Wall was a better dancer than Benji Schwimmer, and, in this past season, Brandon was a better dancer than Jeanine.

Episode 2 of the new season of SYTYCD airs tonight!

Listen to a Clip of American Idol champ Kris Allen's New Single "Live Like We're Dying"

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I'm a big Kris Allen fan. Big. And I couldn't be more excited that the 23-second clip below of his rumored new single "Live Like We're Dying" sounds AWESOME. Like, One Republic meets Jason Mraz AWESOME. It's a cover of a song by a band called The Scripts, but since no one's ever heard of them, or the song, who the heck cares? The song is (have I mentioned?) AWESOME!

Listen below and let me know what you think.

16 Aralık 2012 Pazar

Four's a Crowd: The Bachelorette Recap

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Is this trip to Chicago really necessary?

 
Can we all just call this episode what it was? The slow andinevitable death march to Chris’s demise.
I mean, last week, we actually thought she might pick John(sorry, I mean “Wolf”)—a man who hadapproximately 10 lines of dialogue the entire season—over Chris.
Somehow, Chris squeaked out a rose, but it was obviously touch and go.Even Chris’s family seemed to know he was he about to bekicked in the kielbasa. “Let him down gently,” they all seemed to be telling Emily.“We know he’s kinda sweaty and creepy and desperate but, by God, he’s also ourson.”
Speaking of which, what was Creepy Chris’s Creepiest Momentof the Show ™ for you?Was it when Emily snuck up behind him in town square and hedidn’t so much as FLINCH? (Replicant?)
Or was it when he said, “You make me feel crazy good”—as his eyes nervouslydarted about, apparently searching for a weapon?
I will say this: “On a scale from 1 to Polish, we’re Polish”was wygranie! (That’s “winning” inPolish.)
Lech Walesa WISHES he was this Polish


So now we’ve got these three guys left and I JUST CAN’TCHOOSE!Has the Bachelorette ever done some sort of polygamy theme?A happy ending where you get a ring, you get a ring, you ALL get a ring!!!
At one point, I speculated that the hunky banana Sean wasthe man for Emily. It seemed a no brainer. But I must say, I’m beginning to have my doubts—partlybecause her hometown visit to him was sobizarre. I mean, I don’t know about you, but when I have a guest, Ilike to make them as UNCOMFORTABLE as humanly possible. Break out the whoopeecushions, the fake poo, and the dog vomit—it's time to freak out the house guest!
First, there was Sean’s little “I live at home” prank, which,I suppose was meant to show Emily his light-hearted, fun-loving side, butactually seemed kind of aggressive. Like, “You may hold all the cards on theshow, but not at MY house you don’t!”And the disturbing thing is, the entire Sean family was inon it.They went so far as to decorate a whole room, like one of those horrible Febrezecommercials where they blindfold people and take them to rat-infestedhellholes.
"Make yourself uncomfortable"


Then later, in case you missed it, Sean’s dad acted outthis elaborate charade of taking a foil-covered, steamed armadillo out of theoven.  “This is Sean’s favorite dish,” dad said.Emily, with that pageant-ready smile of hers, managed tosqueak out a chipper “Well, if it’s Sean’s favorite, then I guess I’ll try it!”And then the whole Sean family collapsed into a fit ofmalicious giggles. Fucked. Up.
The other thing about Sean? (Other than the fact that if he were a Native American, his tribe name would be “He Who Runs Down Street Yelling Bachelorette’s Name”): Emily keeps talking about how perfect he is, but I don’t actually believe it.She’s been crushing on Jef since day 1.And she and Arie have off-the-charts chemistry.But with Sean it’s like, “Wow. Sean is totally perfect. . .zzzzzzz”I’m just not sure it’s really there.
Okay, next wehave Jef (yes, I realize I’m going out of order. . . this is MY order ofelimination at this point.)
Just as I suspected, Jef’s whole hipster thing is a charade.He’s really a good ol’ boy who shoots guns (albeit “in skinny jeans” as Emilynoted) and rides ATVs.
As for his parents, they are still MIA. In fact, did anyone else notice that when Jef said, “Myparents are in South Carolina DOING CHARITY WORK” it was totally overdubbed inpost production, possibly by a member of the crew who does a mean Jefimpression? OMG, what do you think he actually said: “My parents are in SouthCarolina overseeing the ritualistic slaughter of goats?”(I’m more and more convinced that Jef is a member of a cult,especially when his niece and nephew were climbing all over Emily’s lap, seemingly desperate: “Get me out of this place, PLEASE!” I thought I saw oneof the little tykes mouth.)
And then, sigh, Jef read Emily the sweetest love letter. Itactually made me cry. But at the same time, have you noticed that Jef can’tseem to profess his love while making eye contact? It’s either through amarionette or with his face buried in a letter.Man up, Bob’s Big Boy.
Finally, Arie—my new frontrunner. I agree with Emily that Arie looked “stupid hot” in hisleather race car jacket.And she always acts so excited to see him and can’t seem tokeep her hands off him.
I loved when Arie’s mom took Emily aside and told her shehad seen “a few” episodes of Emily’s season of The Bachelor (translation: DVRedthat shit and watched every episode twice.) Then she said, in her brokenEnglish, “Normally, when you are the one who be proposed to, you’re not beingthe Bachelorette.”Ha. Laughing forever over that.
So there ya have it folks. Sean, Jef, or Arie.Three men: Three guaranteed fantasy suites (use protection, kids!) . . .and thenwhat?
I'm totally unspoiled myself. So only ABC executives, Chris Harrison, Emily, her future “fiancée” and you—yeah,you, spoiler whore!—know for sure.

Hugh've Been Snubbed

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Steve Nash is a great basketball player. I don't mean to take anything away from the guy. But in the years that Nash won his MVP (2005 and 2006), it was widely acknowledged that Kobe Bryant was the best basketball player on the planet. As such, the award will always be seen as a glitch, a failure of the system in some way. An oversight.

Such it is, I think, with Hugh Laurie's missing Emmy for House.

This is on my mind, obviously, because the Emmy nominations were announced yesterday and, for the first time in six years, Laurie wasn't among them. I don't think he necessarily deserved one for Season 8—it was, at best, a lazy, disjointed season of House (one sensed that everyone involved had a foot out of the door) and, at worst (as when the character House made crude comments to a woman getting a breast exam) it was downright offensive.

But with House, Hugh Laurie has created one of the most compelling, funny, sexy, dark, and indelible characters in the history of television.

In this analogy, Laurie is Kobe and, alas, James Spader is Steve Nash. It's not that Spader, who won the Emmy in 2005 and 2007, when Hugh Laurie was doing some of his best work, is not a good actor. Of course he is. But his Alan Shore (who?) was hardly an iconic character. He did not create a global phenomenon through the sheer force of his charisma and talent. And 10 years from now, who the hell will even remember The Practice? (Hell, I forgot it halfway through that sentence.)

It's almost impossible to quantify the brilliance of Laurie in House. There are the technical difficulties, of course—the limp, the pitch-perfect American accent. But mostly there is the incredible richness and complexity of the character. A less confident actor might've tried to soften some of the more unsavory aspects of House's personality. But Laurie trusted his audience, trusted his own abilities to allow House's humanity to shine through despite his seeming misanthropy. (Can any actor convey more longing and hurt with a single glance?)

This is all the more remarkable when you look at Hugh Laurie's body of work. The day I realized that the brooding, darkly hilarious House was Stuart Little's dorky, knock-kneed dad, well—suffice it to say, if I'd been drinking, a massive spit-take would've occurred.

No, just because Hugh Laurie—who became famous in his native England for, among other things, doing pun-filled sketch comedy with his partner Stephen Fry and for playing a lovable buffoon in the BBC's Jeeves and Wooster—has amazing powers of transformation, that doesn't mean he deserved the Emmy. But it's a testament to what a brilliant actor he is—to his uncanny ability to lose himself completely in a role. (Even Laurie's voice was different when he played House—it was growlier, deeper than his plummy British tones).

Anyway, I'm sad that Hugh Laurie never won his deserved Emmy for House (but certainly glad he racked up all those Golden Globes and SAGs) and I'll miss him more than I can say on my TV screen every week. But history will remember the remarkable character he created. And that's his greatest reward.

In the meantime, I'm catching Hugh Laurie and his Copper Bottom Band at Ram's Head Live! in Annapolis in September. Among all his other gifts (did I mention that he's a director and a talented novelist, too?) the guy is an absolute killer blues musician. Maybe a Grammy is in his future?



Love Means Never Having to Say You're Arie: The Bachelorette Finale recap

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Still Life With Confused Bachelorette

 
Arie or Jef? Jef or Arie?
Emily has already thrown out theguy she wants to date (Sean) and has narrowed it down the guy she wants to, er,have carnal knowledge of (Arie) and theone she wants marry (Jef). But WHO will she choose??
Luckily for her, Emily’s family isready to step up to the plate by expressing a clear and decisive preference. Ornot. 
Basically, the whole family wascrushing hard on Jef—and his Dudley-Do-Right manners and soothing voice and“edgy Mormon” (oxymoron alert!) ways. “I don’t even know why we’re goingthrough the action of even seeing someone else today,” Emily’s father sniffed,before Arie’s visit.But then Arie showed up—lookinglike sex on a stick, babbling nervously (which Emily’s brother took forconversational “smoothness”) and wielding that adorable box of crumpledroses—and they were all SO CONFUSED. “After talking to Arie, I’mconfused,” said Emily’s dad.
Totally useless


So thanks  for that.
Emily staggered away from familyday in a tailspin, literally wailing in agony, Nancy Kerrigan style.Why? Why? Why can’t she have twonice things?
If Bill Paxton can do it, why can't I?



But a key issue emerged here—anissue perhaps more important than love or sex or “Little Ricki” ("babalu!"): Emily doesn’twant to be the “girl who gets engaged 15 times.”First of all, is there a girl who gets engaged 15 times? Because I’venever heard of her. And if she exists, she’s a rarity, not a cautionary cliche. Second of all, if you’re trying toavoid the hasty, irresponsible, more-likely-to-fail-than-a-Paul-Reiser-sitcom engagement, maybe being The Bachelorette is not the wisest choice.
That being said, Emily kept using acurious word to describe her choice of Jef: "confident." She said she had more“confidence” in him. Not that she loved him more, or thought that he was hotter,smarter, or better husband material than Arie. Just that she had moreconfidence that they would stay together in the long haul. In other words, Jef is the lessrisky proposition. 
"Non-threatening"


On the other hand, maybe it wassimply a matter of good timing. Maybe if Arie had gone first—maybe if it had been Arie angling forprivate time with Ricki, Arie frolicking with Ricki by the pool—he’d be the bigwinner and Jef would be the one doing a drive-by journal drop on Emily’sdoorstep. Hard to say.
An aside: I understand that Emilyis protective of Ricki—I even admire it. But it really is okay to introduce yourchild to people they may only meet once. It’s not like Ricki’s world was goingto be irrevocably rocked and ruined because she met Arie one time and he abandoned her. (By that logic, she should avoid all waiters,busboys, and lifeguards in Curacao—because what if Ricki gets dangerouslyattached to any of them?) I dunno. Maybe that’s just me.
Anyway, once Emily had made up hermind that Jef was the one for her, she did the right thing—a thing I’msurprised more Bachelorettes don’t do, considering the humiliation factor ofgetting down on one knee to a woman who’s about to reject you (yeah, I’m givin' you the stinkeye, Ashley)—she decided to break up with Arie. 
But first she shared her feelingswith Chris Harrison in a little portion of the show I like to call “filler.”(But wouldn’t it have been funny if she’d introduced Chris Harrison to Ricki?).
Chris Harrison's "concerned" face


What followed had to be the mostpainful breakup in the history of reality TV, right? I mean, I’ve had personal breakups that were less painful.There was Arie, all happy-go-luckyand making his stupid little love potion with that weird shaman lady and goingon and on about how in love he was and how he couldn’t wait to get married andstart his new life with Emily and Ricki. 
“That moment when Emily looks inmy eyes and she can express how she feels is going to be so good,” he says. “Tohear the words is going to be amazing. 
Ahhhhh, can’t look! But MUST!
So then Emily comes, and she’scrying and he’s consoling her—not for asecond possibly thinking she could be crying because she’s about to dump hisass—and then the rug totally gets pulled out from under him. 
Denial is a fascinating thing,huh?In this case, the depths of Arie’s denial werepretty intense. Not only was he in denial thatEmily was breaking up with him. He was in denial over the reason why.  As we find out in the most dramaticAfter the Final Rose evah (!!!), it didn’t even occur to Arie that Emily was dumpinghim because she had chosen Jef! (GeeArie, you’re on a reality show where a woman has to pick among suitors. She's narrowed it down to two. She dumps you. Do the math. On Jef’s behalf, I’m slightlyinsulted that he was so gobsmacked by this concept.)
So there’s some slight suspenseabout whether or not Emily will accept Jef’s proposal—she does, after all, notwant to become yet another engaged-15-times statistic—but Jef looks so cute in hislittle hipster engagement suit and that rock is blingtastic and he says somepretty words (that he may not have stolen this time from the Book of Mormon) soshe says yes.“Passions” will have to be bridledno longer, bitches!
A dress that refuses to be shown up by a 4-carat ring


Seriously, does Emily even knowthat Jef’s a Mormon? Isn't that a conversation that maybe they should’ve had—right between “role playing with marionettes is fun!” and “you get me like no one else”? Because Mormonism is a pretty "bigdeal." And he’s obviously not like some fallen, half-assing-it Mormon—he’s aquoting the Book of Mormon, going on Mormon retreats to Africa kind of Mormon. But I’m sure it’ll all work outfine. Because denial is awesome. And Jefand Emily are pretty. And la, la, la, I can’t hear you. They live happily everafter.

Tonight's the Night

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17 contestants took on the challenge of using a fellow competitor's suitcased clothing. I was surprised by the one that lost. There were 3 others that looked dreadfully uninspired to me. Maybe things look differently in person or was it the "please give me another chance" pleas? Dunno.
Tomorrow I will pick up my supplies at St. Vinny's and give a try.

Oh and I loved the Austin/Sorrino show. It has a lot of heart ... and quirkiness!

Off to St Vinny's------>

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St Vinny's is located in a nearby whistlestop with a population of 300 or so residents. I wasn't sure exactly what I would find. Here's a pic of my booty: (hey its up there...oh well)I found faux fur in a champagne color, lots of silk scarves, a silver guitar, embossed red leaves, a bundle of workables.I did buy 2 dolls, a Barbie and a Ken, because finding my huge box of vintage Barbies would be a Herculean task. (They are somewhere in a bevy of 40 or so moving boxes I have yet to put away.)Now I'm ready.

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Tonight's the Night

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17 contestants took on the challenge of using a fellow competitor's suitcased clothing. I was surprised by the one that lost. There were 3 others that looked dreadfully uninspired to me. Maybe things look differently in person or was it the "please give me another chance" pleas? Dunno.
Tomorrow I will pick up my supplies at St. Vinny's and give a try.

Oh and I loved the Austin/Sorrino show. It has a lot of heart ... and quirkiness!

Off to St Vinny's------>

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St Vinny's is located in a nearby whistlestop with a population of 300 or so residents. I wasn't sure exactly what I would find. Here's a pic of my booty: (hey its up there...oh well)I found faux fur in a champagne color, lots of silk scarves, a silver guitar, embossed red leaves, a bundle of workables.I did buy 2 dolls, a Barbie and a Ken, because finding my huge box of vintage Barbies would be a Herculean task. (They are somewhere in a bevy of 40 or so moving boxes I have yet to put away.)Now I'm ready.

Four's a Crowd: The Bachelorette Recap

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Is this trip to Chicago really necessary?

 
Can we all just call this episode what it was? The slow andinevitable death march to Chris’s demise.
I mean, last week, we actually thought she might pick John(sorry, I mean “Wolf”)—a man who hadapproximately 10 lines of dialogue the entire season—over Chris.
Somehow, Chris squeaked out a rose, but it was obviously touch and go.Even Chris’s family seemed to know he was he about to bekicked in the kielbasa. “Let him down gently,” they all seemed to be telling Emily.“We know he’s kinda sweaty and creepy and desperate but, by God, he’s also ourson.”
Speaking of which, what was Creepy Chris’s Creepiest Momentof the Show ™ for you?Was it when Emily snuck up behind him in town square and hedidn’t so much as FLINCH? (Replicant?)
Or was it when he said, “You make me feel crazy good”—as his eyes nervouslydarted about, apparently searching for a weapon?
I will say this: “On a scale from 1 to Polish, we’re Polish”was wygranie! (That’s “winning” inPolish.)
Lech Walesa WISHES he was this Polish


So now we’ve got these three guys left and I JUST CAN’TCHOOSE!Has the Bachelorette ever done some sort of polygamy theme?A happy ending where you get a ring, you get a ring, you ALL get a ring!!!
At one point, I speculated that the hunky banana Sean wasthe man for Emily. It seemed a no brainer. But I must say, I’m beginning to have my doubts—partlybecause her hometown visit to him was sobizarre. I mean, I don’t know about you, but when I have a guest, Ilike to make them as UNCOMFORTABLE as humanly possible. Break out the whoopeecushions, the fake poo, and the dog vomit—it's time to freak out the house guest!
First, there was Sean’s little “I live at home” prank, which,I suppose was meant to show Emily his light-hearted, fun-loving side, butactually seemed kind of aggressive. Like, “You may hold all the cards on theshow, but not at MY house you don’t!”And the disturbing thing is, the entire Sean family was inon it.They went so far as to decorate a whole room, like one of those horrible Febrezecommercials where they blindfold people and take them to rat-infestedhellholes.
"Make yourself uncomfortable"


Then later, in case you missed it, Sean’s dad acted outthis elaborate charade of taking a foil-covered, steamed armadillo out of theoven.  “This is Sean’s favorite dish,” dad said.Emily, with that pageant-ready smile of hers, managed tosqueak out a chipper “Well, if it’s Sean’s favorite, then I guess I’ll try it!”And then the whole Sean family collapsed into a fit ofmalicious giggles. Fucked. Up.
The other thing about Sean? (Other than the fact that if he were a Native American, his tribe name would be “He Who Runs Down Street Yelling Bachelorette’s Name”): Emily keeps talking about how perfect he is, but I don’t actually believe it.She’s been crushing on Jef since day 1.And she and Arie have off-the-charts chemistry.But with Sean it’s like, “Wow. Sean is totally perfect. . .zzzzzzz”I’m just not sure it’s really there.
Okay, next wehave Jef (yes, I realize I’m going out of order. . . this is MY order ofelimination at this point.)
Just as I suspected, Jef’s whole hipster thing is a charade.He’s really a good ol’ boy who shoots guns (albeit “in skinny jeans” as Emilynoted) and rides ATVs.
As for his parents, they are still MIA. In fact, did anyone else notice that when Jef said, “Myparents are in South Carolina DOING CHARITY WORK” it was totally overdubbed inpost production, possibly by a member of the crew who does a mean Jefimpression? OMG, what do you think he actually said: “My parents are in SouthCarolina overseeing the ritualistic slaughter of goats?”(I’m more and more convinced that Jef is a member of a cult,especially when his niece and nephew were climbing all over Emily’s lap, seemingly desperate: “Get me out of this place, PLEASE!” I thought I saw oneof the little tykes mouth.)
And then, sigh, Jef read Emily the sweetest love letter. Itactually made me cry. But at the same time, have you noticed that Jef can’tseem to profess his love while making eye contact? It’s either through amarionette or with his face buried in a letter.Man up, Bob’s Big Boy.
Finally, Arie—my new frontrunner. I agree with Emily that Arie looked “stupid hot” in hisleather race car jacket.And she always acts so excited to see him and can’t seem tokeep her hands off him.
I loved when Arie’s mom took Emily aside and told her shehad seen “a few” episodes of Emily’s season of The Bachelor (translation: DVRedthat shit and watched every episode twice.) Then she said, in her brokenEnglish, “Normally, when you are the one who be proposed to, you’re not beingthe Bachelorette.”Ha. Laughing forever over that.
So there ya have it folks. Sean, Jef, or Arie.Three men: Three guaranteed fantasy suites (use protection, kids!) . . .and thenwhat?
I'm totally unspoiled myself. So only ABC executives, Chris Harrison, Emily, her future “fiancée” and you—yeah,you, spoiler whore!—know for sure.

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Steve Nash is a great basketball player. I don't mean to take anything away from the guy. But in the years that Nash won his MVP (2005 and 2006), it was widely acknowledged that Kobe Bryant was the best basketball player on the planet. As such, the award will always be seen as a glitch, a failure of the system in some way. An oversight.

Such it is, I think, with Hugh Laurie's missing Emmy for House.

This is on my mind, obviously, because the Emmy nominations were announced yesterday and, for the first time in six years, Laurie wasn't among them. I don't think he necessarily deserved one for Season 8—it was, at best, a lazy, disjointed season of House (one sensed that everyone involved had a foot out of the door) and, at worst (as when the character House made crude comments to a woman getting a breast exam) it was downright offensive.

But with House, Hugh Laurie has created one of the most compelling, funny, sexy, dark, and indelible characters in the history of television.

In this analogy, Laurie is Kobe and, alas, James Spader is Steve Nash. It's not that Spader, who won the Emmy in 2005 and 2007, when Hugh Laurie was doing some of his best work, is not a good actor. Of course he is. But his Alan Shore (who?) was hardly an iconic character. He did not create a global phenomenon through the sheer force of his charisma and talent. And 10 years from now, who the hell will even remember The Practice? (Hell, I forgot it halfway through that sentence.)

It's almost impossible to quantify the brilliance of Laurie in House. There are the technical difficulties, of course—the limp, the pitch-perfect American accent. But mostly there is the incredible richness and complexity of the character. A less confident actor might've tried to soften some of the more unsavory aspects of House's personality. But Laurie trusted his audience, trusted his own abilities to allow House's humanity to shine through despite his seeming misanthropy. (Can any actor convey more longing and hurt with a single glance?)

This is all the more remarkable when you look at Hugh Laurie's body of work. The day I realized that the brooding, darkly hilarious House was Stuart Little's dorky, knock-kneed dad, well—suffice it to say, if I'd been drinking, a massive spit-take would've occurred.

No, just because Hugh Laurie—who became famous in his native England for, among other things, doing pun-filled sketch comedy with his partner Stephen Fry and for playing a lovable buffoon in the BBC's Jeeves and Wooster—has amazing powers of transformation, that doesn't mean he deserved the Emmy. But it's a testament to what a brilliant actor he is—to his uncanny ability to lose himself completely in a role. (Even Laurie's voice was different when he played House—it was growlier, deeper than his plummy British tones).

Anyway, I'm sad that Hugh Laurie never won his deserved Emmy for House (but certainly glad he racked up all those Golden Globes and SAGs) and I'll miss him more than I can say on my TV screen every week. But history will remember the remarkable character he created. And that's his greatest reward.

In the meantime, I'm catching Hugh Laurie and his Copper Bottom Band at Ram's Head Live! in Annapolis in September. Among all his other gifts (did I mention that he's a director and a talented novelist, too?) the guy is an absolute killer blues musician. Maybe a Grammy is in his future?



Love Means Never Having to Say You're Arie: The Bachelorette Finale recap

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Still Life With Confused Bachelorette

 
Arie or Jef? Jef or Arie?
Emily has already thrown out theguy she wants to date (Sean) and has narrowed it down the guy she wants to, er,have carnal knowledge of (Arie) and theone she wants marry (Jef). But WHO will she choose??
Luckily for her, Emily’s family isready to step up to the plate by expressing a clear and decisive preference. Ornot. 
Basically, the whole family wascrushing hard on Jef—and his Dudley-Do-Right manners and soothing voice and“edgy Mormon” (oxymoron alert!) ways. “I don’t even know why we’re goingthrough the action of even seeing someone else today,” Emily’s father sniffed,before Arie’s visit.But then Arie showed up—lookinglike sex on a stick, babbling nervously (which Emily’s brother took forconversational “smoothness”) and wielding that adorable box of crumpledroses—and they were all SO CONFUSED. “After talking to Arie, I’mconfused,” said Emily’s dad.
Totally useless


So thanks  for that.
Emily staggered away from familyday in a tailspin, literally wailing in agony, Nancy Kerrigan style.Why? Why? Why can’t she have twonice things?
If Bill Paxton can do it, why can't I?



But a key issue emerged here—anissue perhaps more important than love or sex or “Little Ricki” ("babalu!"): Emily doesn’twant to be the “girl who gets engaged 15 times.”First of all, is there a girl who gets engaged 15 times? Because I’venever heard of her. And if she exists, she’s a rarity, not a cautionary cliche. Second of all, if you’re trying toavoid the hasty, irresponsible, more-likely-to-fail-than-a-Paul-Reiser-sitcom engagement, maybe being The Bachelorette is not the wisest choice.
That being said, Emily kept using acurious word to describe her choice of Jef: "confident." She said she had more“confidence” in him. Not that she loved him more, or thought that he was hotter,smarter, or better husband material than Arie. Just that she had moreconfidence that they would stay together in the long haul. In other words, Jef is the lessrisky proposition. 
"Non-threatening"


On the other hand, maybe it wassimply a matter of good timing. Maybe if Arie had gone first—maybe if it had been Arie angling forprivate time with Ricki, Arie frolicking with Ricki by the pool—he’d be the bigwinner and Jef would be the one doing a drive-by journal drop on Emily’sdoorstep. Hard to say.
An aside: I understand that Emilyis protective of Ricki—I even admire it. But it really is okay to introduce yourchild to people they may only meet once. It’s not like Ricki’s world was goingto be irrevocably rocked and ruined because she met Arie one time and he abandoned her. (By that logic, she should avoid all waiters,busboys, and lifeguards in Curacao—because what if Ricki gets dangerouslyattached to any of them?) I dunno. Maybe that’s just me.
Anyway, once Emily had made up hermind that Jef was the one for her, she did the right thing—a thing I’msurprised more Bachelorettes don’t do, considering the humiliation factor ofgetting down on one knee to a woman who’s about to reject you (yeah, I’m givin' you the stinkeye, Ashley)—she decided to break up with Arie. 
But first she shared her feelingswith Chris Harrison in a little portion of the show I like to call “filler.”(But wouldn’t it have been funny if she’d introduced Chris Harrison to Ricki?).
Chris Harrison's "concerned" face


What followed had to be the mostpainful breakup in the history of reality TV, right? I mean, I’ve had personal breakups that were less painful.There was Arie, all happy-go-luckyand making his stupid little love potion with that weird shaman lady and goingon and on about how in love he was and how he couldn’t wait to get married andstart his new life with Emily and Ricki. 
“That moment when Emily looks inmy eyes and she can express how she feels is going to be so good,” he says. “Tohear the words is going to be amazing. 
Ahhhhh, can’t look! But MUST!
So then Emily comes, and she’scrying and he’s consoling her—not for asecond possibly thinking she could be crying because she’s about to dump hisass—and then the rug totally gets pulled out from under him. 
Denial is a fascinating thing,huh?In this case, the depths of Arie’s denial werepretty intense. Not only was he in denial thatEmily was breaking up with him. He was in denial over the reason why.  As we find out in the most dramaticAfter the Final Rose evah (!!!), it didn’t even occur to Arie that Emily was dumpinghim because she had chosen Jef! (GeeArie, you’re on a reality show where a woman has to pick among suitors. She's narrowed it down to two. She dumps you. Do the math. On Jef’s behalf, I’m slightlyinsulted that he was so gobsmacked by this concept.)
So there’s some slight suspenseabout whether or not Emily will accept Jef’s proposal—she does, after all, notwant to become yet another engaged-15-times statistic—but Jef looks so cute in hislittle hipster engagement suit and that rock is blingtastic and he says somepretty words (that he may not have stolen this time from the Book of Mormon) soshe says yes.“Passions” will have to be bridledno longer, bitches!
A dress that refuses to be shown up by a 4-carat ring


Seriously, does Emily even knowthat Jef’s a Mormon? Isn't that a conversation that maybe they should’ve had—right between “role playing with marionettes is fun!” and “you get me like no one else”? Because Mormonism is a pretty "bigdeal." And he’s obviously not like some fallen, half-assing-it Mormon—he’s aquoting the Book of Mormon, going on Mormon retreats to Africa kind of Mormon. But I’m sure it’ll all work outfine. Because denial is awesome. And Jefand Emily are pretty. And la, la, la, I can’t hear you. They live happily everafter.

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The real-life heroine depicted in "Zero Dark Thirty."

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WaPo presents a different image:
The operative, who remains undercover... has sparred with CIA colleagues over credit for the bin Laden mission. After being given a prestigious award for her work... “She hit ‘reply all’ ” to an e-mail announcement of the awards, a ... former CIA official said. The thrust of her message, the former official said, was: “You guys tried to obstruct me. You fought me. Only I deserve the award.”

Over the past year, she was denied a promotion that would have raised her civil service rank from GS-13 to GS-14, bringing an additional $16,000 in annual pay.... The move stunned the woman’s former associates, despite her reputation for clashing with colleagues.

“Do you know how many CIA officers are jerks?” the former official said. “If that was a disqualifier, the whole National Clandestine Service would be gone.”

"If we cannot have moral feelings against homosexuality, can we have it against murder? Can we have it against other things?"

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Justice Scalia is out and about, antagonizing — antoninonizing — students, this time at Princeton, with "a form of argument that I thought you would have known, which is called the 'reduction to the absurd.'"
Scalia said he is not equating sodomy with murder but drawing a parallel between the bans on both.

Then he deadpanned: "I'm surprised you aren't persuaded."

[The student] said afterward that he was not persuaded by Scalia's answer. He said he believes Scalia's writings tend to "dehumanize" gays.
Actually, he's humanizing you by crediting you with the capacity to comprehend rhetoric and engage in an on-the-fly verbal interchange. But it is easier to dehumanize your adversary. Afterwards.

What do they teach you at Princeton?

Before we let one suicide end a great tradition of fun and puncturing pomposity...

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... let's remember great moments in prank calls:
The Queen in 1995 spent 17 minutes talking to a man she thought was the prime minister of Canada. It was actually Pierre Brassard, a Canadian radio presenter and impressionist.

In 1998, Prime Minister Tony Blair took a call from a man claiming to be William Hague, leader of the Opposition. He immediately realised it was a hoax but took it in good humour....

Cuban leader Fidel Castro unleashed a volley of abuse after being hoaxed in 2004 by a Miami radio station presenter pretending to be Venezuelan President Hugo Chavez.
The Miami djs had previously tricked Chavez into thinking he was talking to Castro. I found the audio of Castro talking to not-Chavez (untranslated Spanish), and here's the English transcript of Chavez talking to not-Castro:
''I'll do what you're asking me to... But I'm going to be harmed, I confess to you,'' Castro says.

Silence from Chávez. Castro goes on: "Everything's set for Tuesday.''

''Everything's set for Tuesday,'' Chávez repeats, obviously befuddled. "I don't understand.''...

Miami's Spanish-language radio stations often play outlandish practical jokes on the air, and Castro's Cuba is one of their favorite targets. Hispanic Broadcasting Corp.'s WRTO Salsa 98.3 FM has a segment dubbed Calls to Cuba in which the morning-drive hosts, known as Los Fonomemecos, call businesses and agencies on the island with some ridiculous request or inquiry.
In a recent segment, a DJ posing as a high-ranking Cuban military officer called a Havana funeral home to request a coffin -- for Castro. The mortician burst into sobs.
Chávez, known for his folksy manner, isn't above playing jokes himself.
For the past Day of the Innocents, Latin Americans' version of April Fool's Day that is celebrated Dec. 28, he announced on the radio that he was tired and going to resign. He then changed his tone. ''Ha ha! You fell for it!'' he laughed.
Oh, yeah. April Fool's Day. That's going to have to be abolished, lest someone's feelings are hurt and suicide ensues. But Day of the Innocents... had you heard about that? Which cultures are disparately impacted by suppression of pranking? This is an angle that will, I think, soften the urge to repress that bedevils the nannies of the United States and Britain.

2 passages read recently on what makes an artist.

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I've been rereading Tom Wolfe's "The Painted Word" in Kindle the last couple days, and I ran across a great passage that shed light on something in that collection of essays I keep pushing, David Rakoff's "Half Empty."

First, Rakoff:
An artist is something you are, not something you do.

I first encountered this Seussian syllogism in a used-book store, where I spent an extra thirty minutes fake-browsing just so I might continue to eavesdrop on the cashier, who was expounding to his friend about Johnny Got His Gun, Dalton Trumbo’s classic antiwar novel. The cashier had a theory about the book’s protagonist, Johnny, wounded and blinded and amputated to such an extent that, while sentient, he was little more than an unresponsive trunk of meat with a rich inner life.
“So I asked myself: If this guy was Picasso, would he have been any less of an artist or less of a genius just because he couldn’t paint? And my thinking is no, he wouldn’t.” I lacked the bravery to challenge him more openly than a muttered “Oh, brother” from the stacks, choosing instead to ridicule and sell him out years later, here in print. But it’s the same reasoning: indolence as proof positive of prodigious gifts. You can arguably invent Cubism and be the very embodiment of Modernism if you get a kick out of that sort of thing. But you hardly need to, Armless Picasso. Artists are artists whether they produce or not. None of it requires much more than hanging out. 
And hanging out can be marvelous. But hanging out does not make one an artist. A secondhand wardrobe does not make one an artist. Neither do a hair-trigger temper, melancholic nature, propensity for tears, hating your parents, nor even HIV—I hate to say it—none of these make one an artist. They can help, but just as being gay does not make one witty (you can suck a mile of cock, as my friend Sarah Thyre puts it, it still won’t make you Oscar Wilde, believe me), the only thing that makes one an artist is making art. And that requires the precise opposite of hanging out; a deeply lonely and unglamorous task of tolerating oneself long enough to push something out.
Here's Wolfe:
The Conceptualists liked to propound the following question: Suppose the greatest artist in the history of the world, impoverished and unknown at the time, had been sitting at a table in the old Automat at Union Square, cadging some free water and hoping to cop a leftover crust of toasted corn muffin or a few abandoned translucent chartreuse waxed beans or some other item of that amazing range of Yellow Food the Automat went in for— and suddenly he got the inspiration for the greatest work of art in the history of the world. Possessing not even so much as a pencil or a burnt match, he dipped his forefinger into the glass of water and began recording this greatest of all inspirations, this high point in the history of man as a sentient being, on a paper napkin, with New York tap water as his paint. In a matter of seconds, of course, the water had diffused through the paper and the grand design vanished, whereupon the greatest artist in the history of the world slumped to the table and died of a broken heart, and the manager came over, and he thought that here was nothing more than a dead wino with a wet napkin. Now, the question is: Would that have been the greatest work of art in the history of the world or not? The Conceptualists would answer: Of course, it was. It’s not permanence and materials, all that Winsor & Newton paint and other crap, that are at the heart of art, but two things only: Genius and the process of creation! Later they decided that Genius might as well take a walk, too.

"The Republican-led Michigan legislature approved a pair of right-to-work bills..."

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"... sending them on for the governor's expected signature, as thousands of union activists continued protesting outside the state capitol."
Passing a right-to-work law in Michigan comes as a deep blow to unions, especially in a state the United Auto Workers union calls home. They see right-to-work as political payback for unions' traditional support for Democrats.
Check out the slide-show at the link, especially the view of the Capitol Rotunda at slide 4. Skimpy compared to the Wisconsin protests of 2011.