we missed ann coulter but nailed william kristol
A well-aimed pie tin filled with goop delayed, but failed to derail, an otherwise civil dialogue on U.S. foreign policy at Earlham Tuesday evening.
Neoconservative journalist and commentator William Kristol was about 30 minutes into his speech on international affairs when a slender young man crossed the stage of Goddard Auditorium and slung the ersatz pastry into his face.
Kristol appeared momentarily stunned, then wiped the brown and white goo from his eyes with a paper towel, stepped back to the podium and said, "Let me just finish this point."
Members of both sides of the political spectrum in the overflow audience rose to applaud.
Kristol, a political activist and co-founder of The Weekly Standard, had been invited to speak by Earlham President Doug Bennett as part of an effort to introduce a variety of viewpoints on the campus.
Kristol's support of the Bush administration's foreign policy was seen as a counterbalance for the prevalent liberal views on the local campus.
Bennett introduced Kristol and was sitting on the stage during the speech. He was splattered by almost as much of the attack pie as Kristol.
- Don Fasnacht, "Speaker takes a pie in the face," palladium-item march 30, 2005
posted March 30, 2005 in performanceluckily, I use AP style when writing friendster testimonials
At some companies, such as TheLadders.com, a New York-based company that helps people find high-salary jobs, hiring managers would rather see an innocent, uncensored profile on Friendster or Tribe. Dagny Prieto, the director in charge of hiring graphic designers, Web site coders, and writers, regularly uses Friendster to look at job applicants before interviewing them. "Friendstering" is the next step after Googling, she says, because applicants' profiles are filled with clues about what they might be like to work with. "Someone will come in [for an in-person interview], be all buttoned-up and seem very proper, but you know you just saw their profile, and on it, their friends were talking about how they were wild and crazy and party seven nights a week," she says. For Ms. Prieto, that's fine. "I want to know what your real personality is like," she says. However, bad grammar or typos, even on candidates' friends' pages, give her second thoughts.
- Jessica Mintz, "Social-Networking Sites Catch the Eye of Employers," Wall Street Journal Online march 29, 2005
posted March 30, 2005 in crapanyone care to translate?
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i admit it. i am heartened by fair-minded conservatives.
Having gotten the mainstream press to admit a problem - that Pew report was covered in this newspaper, among others - is not the same as fixing it. May I ask conservatives: What are you going to do about it?
Because the press is doing something. I see it all around me. People are taking greater care. Fairness is an open part of news discussions. The old professional virtue of not letting one's personal views drive news coverage, it seems to me, is becoming something not merely pursued privately but discussed publicly.
This only goes so far. Newsrooms heavy on liberals, even fair-minded ones, will see the world as liberals do. They need conservative colleagues.
The blogosphere and National Review are dandy, but ultimately they repackage news, not originate it. If conservatives want news they can believe, they must involve themselves in the daily reporting, photographing, editing, headlining and producing of news as eagerly as do liberals.
Honestly, it's not a hard field to get into. It's fun, and you'll find there are other conservatives, too (as well as a lot of reasonably friendly liberals).
Besides, standing outside an institution and complaining has never been a good fit for conservatives. It feels so Naderesque. They'd rather go to work and end up bettering the world without talking too much about it.
So send a graduating senior our way. Send yourself. Don't whine about the press; be the press.
- Patrick McIlheran, "Stop complaining about the liberal media," milwaukee journal sentinel March 26, 2005
posted March 28, 2005 in politicsone shot might get three of them
If I were terminal but still able to lift my hands, and people like these were outside, my last request would be for someone to prop the rifle barrel up on the window sill so I could take a few of them with me. They're so thick on the ground one shot might get three of them.
- Mithras, "As I Lay Dying," fables of the reconstruction March 28, 2005 (via republic of t)
posted March 28, 2005 in politicsgay cop profile
They are butch, feminine, black, white, straight, gay, campy, bitchy, bourgie and fully armed. They can see, really see, what other officers cannot or will not. If what they see sometimes is the darker side of gay life, it’s because they aren’t spending time at Target watching gay people buy towel racks. They’re on the receiving end of 911. [...]
When [Sgt. Brett] Parson joined the D.C. police in 1994 as an openly gay officer, someone taped heterosexual pornography to his locker. He responded by taping gay porn photos on all 375 lockers in the 4th District squad house. [...]
The calls are more like the businessman who pages Parson and asks to meet at the squad office later that night. The man, an Air Force veteran in creased pants, arrives at 9 p.m., looking thin and stressed as he carries a legal folder full of bank statements. He suspects that his domestic partner of seven years has embezzled more than $80,000 from his business.
“I haven’t seen him in a month,” the man says.
“Think it has anything to do with 80 grand being missing?” Parson asks, sitting at his desk, scribbling notes. “Okay, what color are his eyes?”
The man pauses. “I don’t know.”
“Come on,” Parson says, putting down his pen. “You stared into his [expletive] eyes for seven years!”
The man smiles and starts to relax. He opens his folder and goes over financial details. His partner worked in his business, but they had no legal arrangement. “We were just together,” the man says. He tells Parson he has a contract to provide lunches for schoolchildren, and now with the money missing, he’s juggling bank accounts to buy the food. His voice breaks.
“I gave my word I would feed these kids,” he says.
Parson softens. “I know you know a lot of people in the community. The question is whether your pride will allow you to reach out. I know you have strong religious beliefs. Maybe it’s time to check in. You can’t go through this alone, buddy.”
The man wipes his face. He looks away. “It’s hard because I still care for him.”
Parson says he’ll consult a detective in the financial crimes unit. He stands. “You okay?”
The man gathers his things. “Yeah.”
“Liar,” Parson says. “Love sucks.” [...]
- Anne Hull, "The Stewards of Gay Washington," washington post March 28, 2005
posted March 27, 2005 in printthanks for writing, um, fiercedancer04
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Attorneys don't care about lint
The other part of the summer lunch calculation is that even though we can always raise prices to cover the cost, people think it's money out of their pockets, and that's never the image we want to convey. That's why we stopped with the shoe shine man. People thought it was a waste. They didn't realize we paid him three dollars an hour and so all we needed to do was fax some unnecessary documents to a few clients every couple of weeks and with the markup on professional services, we made it all back and then some. But someone complained, so we got rid of the shoe shine man and replaced him with a container of polish in the attorney lounge and a lint brush next to the defibrillator at the front desk. The defibrillator comes in handy every so often. The lint brush never does. Attorneys don't care about lint.
- anonymous lawyer march 22, 2005
posted March 23, 2005 in printfart advertising
Rob Shepardson, of SS+K, is skeptical of such campaigns, meant to create awareness for a product, and calls the Aflac duck spots “fart advertising.” Awareness is only “the first step of success,” he says. “I still don’t know what Aflac is.”
- ken auletta, "THE NEW PITCH: Do ads still work?" new yorker march 28, 2005
posted March 21, 2005 in printpork grease
cindy sherman: do you want a valium, honey?
little chrissy: no!!
- pecker
posted March 18, 2005 in filmcausing or able to cause nausea; "a nauseating smell"; "nauseous offal"; "a sickening stench"
mischa: sorry about the mess, we're between maids.
- "the o.c." march 17, 2005
posted March 17, 2005 in crapown your asswipeness
- david denby, review of "vera drake," new yorker
posted March 15, 2005 in printhow to find mp3s, crack porn, and immediately get lots of google hits
how to find MP3s with google (via someone but i forgot who)
posted March 14, 2005 in crapinteresting, different, change things in the world in small ways
one unsung section of nytimes.com that i really like is the "ask a reporter" q&a's. every coupla weeks (i can't figure out their publishing schedule, if they have one), kids can submit questions to one of the reporters or correspondents or critics. but they always start off with bios of the writers so you can see how they worked their way up to the paper. i'm sure it's a bunch of j-school assholes like me that are submitting those "questions from kids," and some of the writers are smarmy, but some of them are genuine and smart and cool-sounding.
Q. Why did you want to be a journalist?posted March 14, 2005 in delivery, print
Henry
Grade 4
USAA. Dear Henry,
What a great question. Well, I always liked writing. But it was more than that: Being a journalist really gives you the chance to talk to so many different people and go to so many different places. So I guess at first it was about the writing. And then, once I started doing it, I realized that it was a great way to get paid to be curious. And every day it's something new, and I wanted to do something that was always interesting and always different and something that feels like it could change things in the world, even in small ways. Like if you found out about something really bad that was happening and you wrote about it in the newspaper, someone could find out about it, and maybe that bad thing wouldn't happen anymore. Or, if you found out about something really good and you wrote about it, maybe more people would do that good thing. Both of those things have happened to me since I have been a journalist and that makes it very worthwhile. So, thanks for asking!
Sincerely,
Sarah Kershaw
photos from armory, scope, artrock
here (via boyfiend)
posted March 14, 2005 in artmy girl got herself a book deal!
I'm happy to announce I have accepted an offer from Crown/Shaye Areheart Books to publish INSTANT LOVE in hardcover next spring.
Yes, I am shitting myself with joy right now.
Y'all know I've been writing little books since I was a wee thing right? (The first one, written in first grade, was called "Me Myself and I" because even then I was self-obsessed.) So then this would qualify as a dream come true, an honest to goodness no questions asked seal it and stamp it dream come true.
I want to be all cool about this but fuck that, I am ecstatic.
I told the guy at the bank who was updating my profile, click-clacking with those fingertips. He was hovering at the field for work phone number and I said, "No work phone number," and he said, "But you work right?" and I said, "Oh yes, I'm a freelancer" and then he looked at me funny, so I added, "I just sold a book today!" And he smiled and congratulated me and said, "So that must mean you're a writer," and I said, "Yes. Yes I am." And then he entered "Writer" as occupation, and when I left he told me he expected me to write many more books.
I also told my cab driver last night on the way home last night from dinner and he said, "Is it going to be a long book? Because I don't like to read that much."
"They're short stories," I said. "You could just read one at a time."
"But how many pages is it?"
"Oh about 270."
"270! Nah, that's way too long. But congratulations anyway."
Short stories are totally the new novel, you know. Way too long.
Anyway buy my book in a year, will you? You could even buy ten and I wouldn't mind one bit. Now excuse me while I go dance naked around my living room in utter joy.
- jami attenberg, "big news, my friends," whatever whenever march 10, 2005
posted March 10, 2005 in printreally? their fight was so surprising since both of them have new albums out
50 Cent & The Game have decided to lay their beef to rest & will make a formal announcement at a press conference today (March 9) at the Schomburg Center For Research in Black Culture in NYC at 2:00 pm. "Game & I need to set an example in the community," 50 said today. "50 and I are proving that real situations and real problems can be solved with real talk," Game added.
- allhiphop.com march 9, 2005
posted March 09, 2005 in crapa way that liberals can help
I got this note from your frequent correspondent, Bob Bateman, now on duty in Iraq. Perhaps some magazine editors reading the site could set him up with some complimentary subscriptions.
"Things that I cannot get here: Coffeemate or some other appropriate creamer. Powder, obviously. I prefer French Vanilla. We have hordes of coffee sufficient to wire the entire city of New York for a month, but we're damned short on creamer. Also a significant dearth of decent periodicals. Maxim and Stuff and other "lad" magazines abound, but I'm damned if I can find copies (even old ones) of the New Yorker, let alone The Economist. Everyone must be hoarding their copies and it seems that the local PX must sell out every day, as I never see them on the shelves of the magazine racks here. If you have spares laying about, please do send them along when you're done with them. Same with Esquire."
My address:
Maj. Robert Bateman
MNSTC-I, J5
Baghdad, Iraq
APO AE 09316
- DAVID CROOK, "The New Yorker (and other goods) for Bateman, pls.," poynter online - forums march 7, 2005
posted March 08, 2005 in politics, printhow did i miss this?
It isn't the first time that Taibbi has shocked Manhattan media types. In 2001, while editor of the wacky, ex-pat magazine the Exile, Taibbi burst into the Moscow office of The New York Times and flung a cream pie filled with horse sperm into the face of bureau chief Michael Wines.
More recently, while covering the John Kerry campaign for Rolling Stone, Taibbi showed up to campaign events wearing a gorilla suit. Taibbi was covering the Michael Jackson trial for Rolling Stone yesterday and could not be reached.
- page six, new york post march 8, 2005
posted March 08, 2005 in crap, performance, printan idea that your country once espoused before the days of empire
WINNIPEG - Former Canadian foreign affairs minister Lloyd Axworthy launched an attack on U.S. Secretary of State Condoleezza Rice, defending Canada's decision not to participate in the anti-missile defence system.
"I know it seems improbable to your divinely guided master in the White House that mere mortals might disagree with participating in a missile-defence system that has failed in its last three tests, even though the tests themselves were rigged to show results," Axworthy writes in a column published in the Winnipeg Free Press last week.
Former Canadian foreign affairs minister Lloyd Axworthy.
"But, gosh, we folks above the 49th parallel are somewhat cautious types who can't quite see laying down billions of dollars in a three-dud poker game."
Axworthy, the current president of the University of Winnipeg, begins the open letter with "Dear Condi."
"Axworthy fires back at Bush, Rice," cbc news March 7, 2005
posted March 07, 2005 in politics, printDockers!
Until recently, Eve Sibley and Siri Wilson had no idea what their city councilman's name was, let alone where he stood in the fight brewing over the proposed development of the Greenpoint-Williamsburg waterfront. (He's for it, but with many caveats.)
Ms. Sibley, a 28-year-old painter and bartender, and Ms. Wilson, a 31-year-old clothing designer, had been blissfully enmeshed in their vibrant Williamsburg scene of parties, music and art. They assumed that their neighborhood - historically ethnic and currently extremely trendy - would change in ways that generally preserved its polyglot character.
Then something gave them pause. Last fall, they began seeing fliers posted around the neighborhood warning that the waterfront development would threaten the area's economic mix. In December, they went to a community board meeting where local residents were packed to the rafters, expressing outrage over the plan. "There were old Polish women, Puerto Ricans, Hasidic Jews," Ms. Sibley recalled. "Everyone who's been living here for years and makes this neighborhood interesting and diverse."
But one group conspicuously absent, they noticed, was their own. "We say 'hipsters,' " Ms. Wilson conceded, "even though the terminology makes us feel funny."
In response, the two women took it upon themselves to act as emissaries to the hipster constituency, and to do so in true hipster fashion. Dubbing themselves the Williamsburg Warriors, they set up a Web site, www.williamsburgwarriors.org, "with the help of this hacker dude I was dating for a second," Ms. Sibley said. [...]
"Siri and I have been partying in this neighborhood for a long time," Ms. Sibley said one afternoon recently as she tapped the ash from her cigarette. "We know our friends care about the community, but they didn't know this was going on."
Ms. Wilson added: "I tell them they're planning 40-story towers and rezoning that would make 3-story buildings into these 12-story monstrosities. All our favorite coffee shops will become Starbucks, and our cute little North Seventh pharmacy will become Duane Reade."
For anyone needing more convincing, the women pull up illustrated renderings of the waterfront proposal on the city's Web site. "Look," Ms. Wilson said, pointing aghast at one computer animated figure. "Dockers!"
- JENNIFER BLEYER, "WILLIAMSBURG: To the Ramparts, Hipsters, and Hold the Latte," new york times March 6, 2005
posted March 06, 2005 in politics, printwhat's the big deal about "Camel Toe"?
Just Relaxing in my apt( NO MEN PLEASE) - 99
Reply to: anon-62524223
Date: 2005-03-06, 10:16AM EST
And I thought about why my B/F is always getting angry about how tight I wear my jeans.
NO MEN!!! NO MEN!!! NO DYKE'S NO LESBIAN HOOKUPS! NO THREESOME! PLEASE ~ PLEASE DON'T SEND ME ANY MORE PICTURES!!! NO FILES-THEY WILL BE DELETED. EMAIL FROM MEN WILL BE DELETED-NO EXCUSE- SORRY - THE QUESTION IS FOR BI-FEMALES ONLY! BECAUSE MAYBE YOU CAN SIMPLY HELP ME UNDERSTAND MY EX-BOYFRIEND! THATS IT!
Do you think that Latina's who where their jeans tight are "Flirts"? I believe that we are embracing our sexuality, that's all. When I told him I think I might be Bi he lost his mind and broke up with me. Has that ever happened to you? Tell me what you think about my jeans, I want to know if he's right or wrong and what's the big deal about "Camel Toe", I think tight is sexy and so do a lot of other Hispanic Women.
this is in or around Queens [ed: duh!]
posted March 06, 2005 in crap, print, sexYou're the schmear for my bagel
"You're the sprouting flower in a forest of thorns," offered one boy with an alert face and gawky limbs.
"You're the worm spraying discord in my gut," another suggested, visibly relishing the image.
"You're an arrogant bull elephant and I am the red earth on which you tread," said a milky blond boy with translucent skin.
Ms. Agbabi pronounced them all "quite beautiful" before bringing the conversation around to assonance and rhyme schemes. The class ended with the writing of a collective poem:
You're the charger for my Nokia phone
You're the schmear for my bagel
You're the butter in my raisin scone.
Searching for a fourth line, the Harry Potter look-alike suggested, "You're the suntan on my navel."
- VICTORIA YOUNG, "Giving the Boys at Eton Poetry to Think About," new york times March 5, 2005
posted March 05, 2005 in printa day's work done
it was "hate it or love it," and i finally found it.
(feat. 50 Cent)
[50 Cent]
Ya, let's take em back
Uh huh
Comin up I was confused my momma kissin a girl
Confusion occurs comin up in the cold world
Daddy ain't around probably out commitin felonies
My favorite rapper used to sing ch-check out my melody
I wanna live good, so should I sell dope for a fo-finger ring
Money and them gold ropes
Santa told me if I pass could get a sheep skin coat
If I can move a few packs and get the hat, now that'd be dope
Tossed and turned in my sleep at night
Woke up the next morning niggas done stole my bike
Different day same shit, ain't nothing good in the hood
I'd run away from this bitch and never come back if I could
[Chorus (50 then Game):]
Hate it or love it the underdog's on top
And I'm gonna shine homie until my heart stop
Go head' envy me
I'm rap's MVP
And I ain't goin nowhere so you can get to know me
Hate it or love it the underdog's on top
And I'm gonna shine homie until my heart stop
Go head' envy me
I'm rap's MVP
And I ain't goin nowhere so you can get to know me
[Game]
On the grill of my lowrider
Guns on both sides right above the gold wires
I'll fo-five em
Kill a nigga on my song but really do it
Thats the true meaning of a ~ghostwriter~
10 g'z will take ya daughter out of Air Forces
Believe you me homie i know all bout losses
I'm from Compton where the wrong colors be cautious
One phone call will have ya body dumped in Marcy
I stay strapped like car seats
Been bangin since my lil nigga Rob got killed for his Barkley's
That's 10 years I told Pooh in 95' I'd kill you if you try me for my Air Max 95s
Told Banks when i met him imma ride
And if I gotta die rather homicide
I ain't have 50 Cent when my Grandmomma died
Now i'm goin back to Cali with my Jacob on
See how time fly?
[Chorus - 50 Cent]
From the beginnin to the end
Losers lose, winners win
This is real we ain't got to pretend
The cold world that we in
Is full of pressure and pain
Enough of me nigga now listen to Game
[Game]
Used to see 5-0 throw the crack by the bench
Now i'm fuckin with ~5-0~ it's all startin to make ~sense~
My moms happy she ain't gotta pay the rent
And she got a red bow on that brand new Benz
Waitin on Sha Money to land sittin in the Range
Thinkin how they spend 30 million dollars on airplanes
When there's kids starvin
Pac is gone and Brendas still throwin babies in the garbage
I wanna know what's goin on like i hear Marvin
No school books they use that wood to build coffins
Whenever I'm in the booth and i get exhausted
I think what if Marie Banker got that abortion
I love ya Ma'
[Chorus X2]
posted March 05, 2005 in delivery, musicgraduation announcements: tacky or not?
they're basically just reminders to relatives to send you cash, right?
i am pretty broke, though. and most of my family still thinks i "make web pages."
posted March 04, 2005 in deliveryi'm so old
wait, was it how we do or another one? it's kind of mellow and has the game and fitty cent and i saw it on mtv2, but i don't think it's how we do. note that this is how old people talk about "those rap songs."
posted March 04, 2005 in deliveryhow we do
can anyone hook me up with "how we do," (mp3) featuring the game and 50 cent? i heard/saw it this morning and am hooked.
posted March 04, 2005 in delivery, musica quarter of my site traffic
is going to this page.
posted March 03, 2005 in deliveryGod, I hate gays
Can I just talk about that for a minute? For a community that celebrates diversity, I have never been accepted until I'm on Project Runway. And I have tried. I'm just a bizarre person, I guess. I'm not fucking Brad Pitt. Maybe if I had time to work out. I don't know, I just look at those people, I'm like, "Where do you find time to do that?" That's the time where I'm watching Gastineau Girls or, like, ordering Chinese. I don't understand how the gay community and culture has become such a clonefest. It's horrible for me to watch. When I was young, there was that guy from Are You Being Served? and Boy George, just flamboyant, kind of interesting gay men. Then you grow up and you're 30 and you walk into a bar and everyone looks the same. [...]
I just don't understand gay culture. I'm not an activist. I auditioned for Queer Eye for the Straight Guy back in the day. After seeing the show come out I'm like, Thank God I did not get on this, because if I had to go down to Gay Street next to Straight Street and have to be a part of the Fab Five and say "Cheers Queers," I'd kill myself. [...]
If I was 21 and going through this, who would have wanted to watch a sloppy, drugged-out fag? That was me. Now I'm just a sloppy fag. [...]
Getting recognized is creepy but still very exciting and cute ... loads of white-trash people love me, some gay guys, lots of weird 300-pound drag queens who, you know, somehow identify with me. [...]
Have they named a street after you yet?
Eww, they better not.
- jay mccullough, interviewed by Dennis Hensley, "He's in and he's out," Advocate.com March 1, 2005
posted March 03, 2005 in politics, print, speechIn fact, you don't even need to know how to dance
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Subject: casting for Black Party production 125
This week we are casting for an interactive prison drama at the Black Party called "The Mexican Penile Colony" where the audience interacts with the cast as the drama progresses from one room to the next (think "Tony n Tina's Wedding meets Midnight Express"). Looking for actors to play prisoners and guards. MUST BE VGL, have some acting/improv experience and be naturally dom/sub and exhibitionistic. Good pay, but we're looking for actors who would get off on the role play scenario regardless. Applicants for the roles of guards must be tall, well hung, dominant, and able to fake bad mexican accents. You can call the Saint-at-Large to set up an interview @ 212.674.8403, email your photos to homocorps@aol or come to open call on Friday 4-7pm. Live out your prison fantasies and get paid to play at The Black Party.
Also hiring hung, well built go-go dancers. No acting experience neccessary. In fact, you don't even need to know how to dance. Send your photos to hiringhungogonyc@aol
posted March 02, 2005 in performance, print, sex