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6) Establishing a large regular readership takes a lot of time, no matter how brilliant and persistent you are. And, persistence is key. While some fairly popular bloggers post inconsistently, most people with a large regular readership post at least daily. People will click on your sitemore often if they think there's a good chance there will be something new to look at.Emphasis mine. Maybe I'm stretching things here? You have to admit that I am brilliant and persistent (well persistent at least).
"This is the first time in the history of American football that the trophy has ever been outside of America," Kraft said.Robert Kraft, owner of the New England Patriots, also placed a prayer for Tedy Bruschi at the Western Wall. I found it very interesting that the Lombardi Trophy had never been outside the US. I wonder how long before someone says this is some sort of proof of an Israel / neo-con conspiracy.
Kraft drew a parallel between his very American sport and the way Israel is run.
"You get three out of four Super Bowls by subjugating the ego for the good of the whole," he said. "In Israel, this is in the fabric of the country, to create a democracy that thrives against the odds."
Live steady. Don't fuck around.Give anything weird a wide berth - including people. It's not worth it. I learned this the hard way, through brutal overindulgence.This was written in 1972 and it looks like HST failed to take his own advice but at least now maybe the quote could make a good epitath.
We are now left with a classic Constitutional showdown between the rights of a prosecutor to investigate an alleged crime and the right of the press to protect its sources. The problem for the media is that while the First Amendment protects the right to publish, this case is about the news-gathering process. And going back to Branzburg v. Hayes in 1972, the Supreme Court has never found a special First Amendment privilege that protects reporters from testifying in criminal cases.Few journalists really understand what the 1st Amemdment actually says. If the judges rule against the journalists - I wonder how people like the Times will manage to wail against "activist judges"?
"Scarcely, or in any event, no longer 'the sexiest man alive' portrayed in the tabloids and bearing no resemblance to the superspy . . . Connery's appearance and behaviour was that of a rude, foul-mouthed, fat old man".- 1,161 forever lost to the fire of 9/11
When the appalling disaster of the tsunami struck in the Indian Ocean, killing at least 150,000 people and destroying the livelihood of millions, President Bush acted quickly to form a core group of nations with available military forces in the region. That was the right thing to do. It got the relief efforts off to a flying start, which was essential.Take the lead in what? Taking credit? Kofi can you name one military group from the US or Australia that agreed to be under UN control?
But a week later, when all involved came together in Jakarta to plan and coordinate the multinational effort, everyone, including the U.S., agreed that the U.N. should take the lead.
And yet, when the U.S. and its allies wanted an Iraqi body with broad national and international support to help them run the country, they turned to the U.N. and my special representative, Sergio Vieira de Mello, for help and advice. He persuaded L. Paul Bremer that it should be a Governing Council, not a mere advisory body, and he persuaded key Iraqi leaders such as Ayatollah Sistani to let their followers join it. Sergio and 21 of his colleagues paid with their lives for their courage and determination to help the Iraqi people--as, alas, do too many brave servants of the U.N. whom the world hears little about.His hubris is unbelievable. No mention that the UN cut and ran at the first sign of trouble? Unbelievable.
Last year, when the Coalition wanted to transfer power to an interim Iraqi government, they turned again to the U.N. for help. They knew that if the U.N. were involved in choosing it the new government would have a much better chance of being accepted as legitimate and sovereign.
Both Iraqis and Americans also turned to the U.N. for help in organizing last month's elections. The U.N. helped to draft the electoral law and the law on political parties, to choose and train the members of the independent electoral commission and hundreds of election organizers (who in turn trained thousands of others), and to draw up the voters' lists. It was also there to give advice on the actual conduct of the election, the vote count, and the announcement of the results. Again, we had the necessary expertise--we have organized or helped organize elections in 92 countries, including most recently Afghanistan and Palestine. But even more important was the legitimacy that our involvement brought. The results of an election organized by the Coalition powers, or by Iraqis that they had chosen, would have been less widely accepted in the outside world, and probably in Iraq as well.
We can give expert advice, if asked, on the drafting of the [Iraqi] constitution. We can reach out to those groups--mainly Sunni Arabs--who stayed away from the elections, for whatever reason, but are willing to pursue their goals through peaceful negotiation and dialogue. And we can bring together the world community in a joint effort to help Iraq rebuild itself and heal the wounds of dictatorship and war.Emphasis mine. If the UN was so integral in the Iraqi elections and in forming the provisional government - why haven't the Iraqi's come to Kofi Daddy and the UN for more advice? I think we all know the answer.
Stopped by the Bil-Jac table, bought some doggie treats for Bailey the 5-year-old Golden Retriever, and the fellow behind the counter handed out a box of Bil-Jac dog food. I remembered Bil-Jac as the dog food that had the signage in old Cleveland Stadium, right behind the Dawg Pound.You stopped at the both, the nice guy gave you something for free and you make a snide remark about it in your nationally read column? It would have taken less effort to fill out the damn card.
"What we'd ask you to do,'' the pleasant man said, "is put a bowl of your regular dog food down, with a bowl of Bil-Jac alongside, and see which one the dog goes for." He pulled out a postage-paid postcard. "Then write back to us, telling us which your dog liked better, and we'll send you a coupon for more of our food.''
Sure, sure. Might be a little more work than I can handle on an off-day, Mr. Bil-Jac.
Probably not going to happen that way. The way Bil-Jac will be sampled by Bailey, I'm sure, is when I look to the bottom of the dog-food bin, see it's empty, and remember I've got the ol' Bil-Jac emergency supply.
It was all bile and spittle at the end, and it was hard to read the work without smelling the dank sweat of someone consumed by confusion, anger, sudden drunken certainties and the horrible fear that when he sat down to write, he could only muster a pale parody of someone else’s satirical version of his infamous middle period.Lileks is right. HST had become a charicature of his former self much like Brando in his later years. Just like Brando, even in his final period HST could pull off a bit of brilliance now and then but just like Brando for every The Freshman there were a dozen Island of Dr. Morneau's. HST will be missed. I've already started to re-read Fear and Loathing on the Campaign Trail '72 (because it was my favorite)
Billy [Murray] had spent his summer making a movie called Where the Buffalo Roam , which, as its subtitle explained, was "based on the twisted legend of Hunter S. Thompson." Billy played Thompson, and he was still absorbed in finishing the film as the fifth season started. In a classic case of the role overtaking the actor, Billy returned that fall to Saturday Night so immersed in playing Hunter Thompson he had virtually become Hunter Thompson, complete with long black cigarette holder, dark glasses, and nasty habits. "Billy," said one of the writers, echoing several others, "was not Bill Murray, he was Hunter Thompson. You couldn't talk to him without talking to Hunter Thompson."Fortunately, Murray was able to grow out of his HST phase and find himself. Most people do. Most people except it seems Hunter S. Thompson himself.
The article last Sunday was penned by a feminist-hater I have never heard of, nor probably have you, by the name of Charlotte Allen... her only book was about Jesus and religion written eight years ago, and as far as I can tell what she does is to edit a blog for the Independent Womens Forum which is a group of right wing women who exist to get on tv and get in newspapers attacking the likes of us. Wendy Kaminer did a wonderful piece a few years ago, pointing out how this group, which has no members, no constituency, no events, no nothing except media contact sheets-- (a lot of them turn out to be the wives of the guys you see on right wing talk shows)... was created to give these women something to put under their names so they could get into the media. Since they have no jobs, standing, professorships, etc.... they put the IWF. It certainly works with the boys at the LATimes.... (a google search produces nothing else on this woman other than co-editing the blog for the Independent Womens Forum; her most recent entry comes close to celebrating Susan Sontag's death....I don't know the name Charlotte Allen but many bloggers have defended both her character and scholarship. The name I thought of when I read that paragraph was Martha Burk. You remember Martha Burk - right?
Each year I am hired to go to Washington, DC, with the eighth grade class from Clinton, Wisconsin, where I grew up, to videotape their trip. I greatly enjoy visiting our nation's capitol, and each year I take some special memories back with me. This fall's trip was especially memorable.
On the last night of our trip we stopped at the Iwo Jima Memorial. This memorial is the largest bronze statue in the world and depicts one of the most famous photographs in history - that of the six brave soldiers raising the American Flag at the top of a rocky hill on the island of Iwo Jima, Japan, during WW II. Over one hundred students and chaperones piled off the buses and headed towards the memorial. I noticed a solitary figure at the base of the statue, and as I got closer he asked, "Where are you guys from?" I told him that we were from Wisconsin.
"Hey, I'm a cheese head, too! Come gather around Cheese heads, and I will tell you a story."
(James Bradley just happened to be in Washington, DC, to speak at the memorial the following day. He was there that night to say good night to his dad, who has since passed away. He was just about to leave when he saw the buses pull up. I videotaped him as he spoke to us, and received his permission to share what he said from my videotape. It is one thing to tour the incredible monuments filled with history in Washington, D.C., but it is quite another to get the kind of insight we received that night. When all had gathered around he reverently began to speak. Here are his words that night.)
"My name is James Bradley and I'm from Antigo, Wisconsin. My dad is on that statue, and I just wrote a book called "Flags of Our Fathers", which is #5 on the New York Times Best Seller list right now. It is the story of the six boys you see behind me. Six boys raised the flag. The first guy putting the pole in the ground is Harlon Block. Harlon was an all-state football player. He enlisted in the Marine Corps with all the senior members of his football team. They were off to play another type of game. A game called "War."
But it didn't turn out to be a game. Harlon, at the age of 21, died with his intestines in his hands. I don't say that to gross you out, I say that because there are generals who stand in front of this statue and talk about the glory of war. You guys need to know that most of the boys in Iwo Jima were 17, 18, and 19 years old. (He pointed to the statue) You see this next guy? That's Rene Gagnon from New Hampshire. If you took Rene's helmet off at the moment this photo was taken, and looked in the webbing of that helmet, you would find a photograph --- a photograph of his girlfriend. Rene put that in there for protection, because he was scared. He was 18 years old. Boys won the battle of Iwo Jima. Boys. Not old men.
The next guy here, the third guy in this tableau, was Sergeant Mike Strank. Mike is my hero. He was the hero of all these guys. They called him the "old man" because he was so old. He was already 24. When Mike would motivate his boys in training camp, he didn't say, "Let's go kill some Japanese," or "Let's die for our country." He knew he was talking to little boys. Instead he would say, "You do what I say, and I'll get you home to your mothers."
The last guy on this side of the statue is Ira Hayes, a Pima Indian from Arizona. Ira Hayes walked off Iwo Jima. He went into the White House with my dad. President Truman told him, "You're a hero." He told reporters, "How can I feel like a hero when 250 of my buddies hit the island with me, and only 27 of us walked off alive?" So you take your class at school. 250 of you spending a year together having fun, doing everything together. Then all 250 of you hit the beach, but only 27 of your classmates walk off alive. That was Ira Hayes. He had images of horror in his mind. Ira Hayes died dead drunk, face down at the age of 32 ... ten years after this picture was taken.
The next guy, going around the statue, is Franklin Sousley from Hilltop Kentucky. A fun-lovin' hillbilly boy. His best friend, who is now 70, told me, "Yeah, you know, we took two cows up on the porch of the Hilltop General Store. Then we strung wire across the stairs so the cows couldn't get down. Then we fed them Epsom salts. Those cows crapped all night." Yes he was a fun-lovin' hillbilly boy.. Franklin died on Iwo Jima at the age of 19. When the telegram came to tell his mother that he was dead, it went to the Hilltop General Store. A barefoot boy ran that telegram up to his mother's farm. The neighbors could hear her scream all night and into the morning. The neighbors lived a quarter of a mile away.
The next guy, as we continue to go around the statue is my dad, John Bradley from Antigo, Wisconsin, where I was raised. My dad lived until 1994, but he would never give interviews. When Walter Cronkite's producers, or the New York Times would call, we were trained as little kids to say, "No, I'm sorry sir, my dad's not here. He is in Canada fishing. No, there is no phone there, sir. No, we don't know when he is coming back."
My dad never fished or even went to Canada. Usually, he was sitting there right at the table eating his Campbell's soup. But we had to tell the press that he was out fishing. He didn't want to talk to the press. You see, my dad didn't see himself as a hero. Everyone thinks these guys are heroes, 'cause they are in a photo and a monument. My dad knew better. He was a medic. John Bradley from Wisconsin was a caregiver. In Iwo Jima he probably held over 200 boys as they died. And when boys died in Iwo Jima, they writhed and screamed in pain.
When I was a little boy, my third grade teacher told me that my dad was a hero. When I went home and told my dad that, he looked at me and said, "I want you always to remember that the heroes of Iwo Jima are the guys who did not come back. Did NOT come back."
So that's the story about six nice young boys. Three died on Iwo Jima, and three came back as national heroes. Overall 7000 boys died on Iwo Jima in the worst battle in the history of the Marine Corps. My voice is giving out, so I will end here. Thank you for your time."
Suddenly, the monument wasn't just a big old piece of metal with a flag sticking out of the top. It came to life before our eyes with the heartfelt words of a son who did indeed have a father who was a hero. Maybe not a hero for the reasons most people would believe, but a hero nonetheless.
We need to remember that God created this vast and glorious world for us to live in, freely, but also at great sacrifice. Let us never forget from the Revolutionary War to the Gulf War and all the wars in-between that sacrifice was made for our freedom. Remember to pray for those still in murderous unrest around the world....and thank God for being alive in the greatest country on earth.
I went to my doctor and told him "my penis is burning." He said, "That means somebody is talking about it." (Garry Shandling)
They lurk in the bushes. They camp out in cars. They roam the sidewalks. Camera in hand. A-List celebrities know they are there. They know they are waiting for a moment of weakness. Just a glimpse that they are human, or not quite as glamorous as their publicists present them. When that moment strikes anywhere outside their home, I know they gulp hard, hoping not to hear the sound, or see the burst of a camera flash.First off bloggers don't "lurk". In Internet parlance a "lurker" is someone who reads what is written on a site or chatboard but does not join in the conversation. A blogger on the other hand puts his views out for all to see. The word "lurk" in normal parlance is one of those words that purveys negative connotations (like the work "ilk").
When it happens, there is a price to be paid. The celebrity has to deal with the price of any consequence. The photographer gets paid the price commensurate with the popularity and interest in the star, and the vulnerability captured in the picture.Paparazzi are first and foremost in it for the money. If taking pictures of celebrities didn't pay anything - how many paparazzi do you think there would be? Blogging doesn't pay yet it is wildly popular. Talking and writing about politics has always been an American pastime. Blogging has simply given the populace a new vehicle to voice their opinions, their thoughts or to speak out and say "that's wrong!"
In the world of political blogging, bloggers are the new paparazzi and the traditional news media reporters and columnists are the new targets.
There have been millions upon millions of blog entries. I know at www.icerocket.com, we have indexed at least 6mm pages of blogs. I dont know the number of political bloggers, or the number of pages posted, but I can tell you this, every single one of them with any aspirations of popularity is looking for a way to stand out. The way that happens is to knock one of the gatekeepers off their perch.Mark - what gatekeeper are you trying to knock off their perch with your blog? Is it too hard to grasp that others blog for the same reasons you do?
Whether its been newspapers, magazines, TV or radio, the opportunities to reach an audience has been limited to a finite number of local and national gatekeepers. Just outside those gates, knocking on the door, trying to be heard for the past 100 or more years have been wanna be Woodward and Bernsteins. People with information, ideas and concepts that they know the populace would respond to have been turned away, again and again.I can agree with the first part but the "pound of flesh" part? Bloggers aren't looking for a pound of flesh - they just won't take it when someone pisses on their backs and say its raining. I would also agree with the final statement that the "traditional media has no idea what is about to hit them."
Its payback time . The bloggers are here, and they are ready to knock down the gates and get their pound of flesh. The traditional media has no idea what is about to hit them.
In every major conference, at every major speech, sitting at tables in restaurants, there is going to be a blogger or podcaster with microphone, PDA, Videophone, laptop or paper and pencil in hand. Listening. Taking notes. That information is going to be transmitted to and from a blog entry and placed in the hands of "the readers".Reporting the truth and bearing witness somehow twisted into the invasion of privacy world of paparazzi? I don't get it.
Unlike celebrities who hear or see the flash of the camera, the gatekeepers don't know they are there. Blogging in plain site. Questioning everything.God forbid if someone has the temerity to question something an authority figure says or does. Ummm... Mark? Didn't the Internet make you a billionaire? You are aware we are living in the information age - right?
Dan Rather and Eason Jordan were just practice laps. Let me assure you that from now on, EVERYTHING said. Every video shown. Every picture presented from any traditional media source is going to be scrutinized. The level of scrutiny will make your editors blush.Pride went before their falls. They took themselves down. Making one responsible for one's actions is what it is called. Nobody made Rather air fraudulent documents and nobody made Eason Jordan make scurrilous allegations. You call it scrutiny. I call it accountability.
The gatekeepers are under attack. I'm not saying its right or wrong, but it is the new reality.Sounds like you are saying its wrong.
Fortunately, there is a way to deal with the paparazzi. There is also a way for the gatekeepers to deal with the bloggers. A simple way.Now you're talking! By the way - how many bloggers have NBA press credentials?
Recognize them. Give them respect. Celebrities cant keep photographers out of their bushes no matter how hard they try. The gatekeepers wont be able to keep the bloggers out either. Instead they should invite them in.
Not 1. Not 2. But several from both sides. Bring in the more popular blogs that like you, and the same number of those that don't. Give them as much access as you give the NY Times, Wash Post. Don't muzzle them, let them write.
I will tell you exactly what will happen next. The blogs you invite in will still try to trip you up, but they will quickly morph and act like traditional media. When you screw up , they will tell you when it happens and give you a chance to comment and respond. They will like being on the inside and adjust to try to stay there.Sadly this is true.
The bloggers left on the outside will continue to try to trip you up, but will spend more time and energy trying to tear down the bloggers who got inside the gates. Jealousy is a bitch.
It will work, try it.
If you don't, call George Clooney and Britney Spears Federline for advice. You are going to need it.I really have no idea how to respond to this last line of gibberish except to say POLITICAL BLOGGERS ARE NOT LIKE PAPARAZZI!
This is why I noted with horror and amusement a comment-section posting that nominated me for FCC chairman; I could only disappoint everyone. As I think I said a year ago, my objection to the wardrobe malfunction wasn’t the (shock!) sight of a unholstered bosom on (gasp!) TV, it was A) the dank crude stupid nature of the routine coupled withB) teat-deployment where no teat-deployment had been expected. Save it for cable, that’s my motto. Is that such a horribly confining request?You can still sign the petition here. Even though he wouldn't take the job if asked - even Lileks would admit that it is nice to have people think of him in this light.
This is why I would disappoint some as FCC chairman. Yes, you can show that on Carnivale. No, you cannot show Carnivale on broadcast. Yes, I watch it. No, it’s not hypocritical, for the same reason that one can unroll the effenheimer in all its glorious manifestations when you’re at a bar with buddies, and dasn’t blue the air with shiesty oaths when the kids are present. Context counts.
How can you tell someone their junk tastes like junk?Hat Tip to Straight White Guy
Brooke: Ask them if they've been eating asparagus.
But systemic UN child sex in at least 50 per cent of their missions? The transnational morality set can barely stifle their yawns. If you're going to rape prepubescent girls, make sure you're wearing a blue helmet.I've said it before - a Democratic candidate who wants to clean house on the UN would be very popular in a general election (but unfortunately he would never get out of the primaries)
Monsignor: We must always fear evil men. But there is another kind of evil that we must fear the most, and that is the indifference of good men.Finally got around to watching The Boondock Saints.
Connor: I do believe the monsignor's finally got the point.
Murphy: Aye.