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No More Hacks, Please. Especially The Ones That Write.
First off, a disclaimer for those of you as confused as I was why the usual images that accompany the dissemination of these musings was missing yesterday. Apparently I was the unwitting victim of a hack which prevents sharing them across social media and private communication platforms. Text appears to be fine and no
At Least Some Reporters Still Care About News
I realize I’m a disproportionately passionate consumer of news of all kinds, and I also know I’m part of a quickly dying breed who has both the appetite and the personal mindset to do so. So much as I might take issue with some of the motivations behind some journalists in an era where merely
Better Late Than Never? I Sure Hope So
When I recently learned that yet another friend of mine had written a book I immediately expressed a desire to devote a musing to it. For as few rules as I may choose to follow I have one hard and fast one when it comes to this space–when someone I know is fortunate enough to
It’s A Smaller World After All
I’m seasoned enough to recognize corporate-speak when I encounter it, so hats off to what remains of the spinmeister constituency of the Walt Disney Company for working extra efficiently this past week at messaging the series of executive suite maneuvers that Josh D’Amaro “imagineered” as something that all parties involved were symatico and gung-ho about.
They’re Going To Y’Allywood!!! Can You Blame Them?
There’s been an awful lot of drama emerging from this fair city this week. All the better, since it’s becoming increasingly apparent that just about everything else seems to be moving away from it. We can’t seen to go a day without yet another log being thrown on the increasingly incendiary fire surrounding L’Affaire Paramount–a
Mr. Martel, Maybe You Should Read The Room
I don’t have many fans or followers these days; if you’ve picked up on my tone in recent days you likely already know how that affects me. So I’m grateful for those who still pay enough attention and when not one but two of those followers actually take the time to share the identical opinion
Ciao, Pisano
Comedy and tragedy are by definition interrelated. THE JOURNAL OF AESTHETIC EDUCATION’s Eva Dadlez and Daniel Lüthi suggested in 2018 that they are reciprocal poles of narrative expression, each illuminating aspects of the human condition while often drawing on similar methods to engage, challenge, and move audiences. I for one didn’t need something quite that academic
So Insular, It Was Scary
The Emmy Awards–most of them, that is–were handed out last night. You’re forgiven if that may have slipped your mind. After all, this was NBC’s turn in the rotation, and once again they were pushed back to Monday night. If you happened to own the rights to the medium’s most-watched program–SUNDAY NIGHT FOOTBALL–you wouldn’t be
A Paper Tiger?
I’ll once again reiterate that I’m not as big a fan of the the mockumentary genre as I probably should be. I made that point when I mused just about a year ago about THE PAPER. When I’m in a mood for comedy, I prefer clever and quick, not patient and pondering. So when I