Does this story imply that 2 guys physically fought everyone else in the room?
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SHOCKED
Jayson Blair seemed shocked and unprepared to deal with hardball questions on MSNBC's Hardball earlier today.
Hm.
Nobody ever said the guy was a genius. O wait! They did!
To make matters even zanier.... The guy who once pretended to be a journalist is now pretending to be a superhero.
Not enough pain for you?
In his book, Blair blames his problem on "drug and alcohol addiction, undiagnosed manic-depressive disorder and the pressure of being a young, black reporter at a large, competitive newspaper." On Hardball, he said he was at home sick when he was first lured into fabricating stories. If he would mention the depravity of man he'd have a straight flush.
Blair ducked and weaved through the interview attributing all he could on the "old" Jayson Blair, even looking like he had never thought about how he had shown a total lack of respect for the NYT readership.
The moment of the Hardball interview when he shook Chris Matthews hand and said with a smile, "Thanks for having me here," made me physically nauseous.
If the New York Times has done one thing right, ever, it's currently refusing to acknowledge that Blair exists as a media figure.
Update! Bookslut caught a tidbit on Slate with another Blair excuse "He was do-gooding. He had visited a man in prison, taught at an inner-city school, and visited his girlfriend's childhood weekend home in Morris, N.Y. Also, he was tired."
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I'll Be Your Friend If You Give Me a Dollar a Day
Excited to be joining the Chicago Blogs web ring. You'll see the link added to the left in the links column... Click on the arrows in either direction to move through the blogs in the ring or hit "chicago blogs" to go to the central site. Initially, the other bloggers will probably view us as a pack of tools without the concise, poetic wit of their own pubs. But, over time, they will come to realize that our prose is so poetic, our subtlety so concise, our wittiness so witty that they were fools to ever think elsewise. They will shower us with comments like rose petals from the city walls, paving roads where we are thinking about walking (but will probably change our minds), reinforcing corroded infrastructure, asking for our autographs and hollering "Yo da man!" while we try and sink a putt for birdie on the 7th hole. And then we will quit.
The world will fall into the black void of silence once again... Until they post in their own blogs. At which point, we'll be nothing more than the Suck.com of the 21st century.
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Sunday, March 07, 2004
Maybe I'm Weak
But these guys make me laugh.
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1:04 PM
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This is the Washington Post we're talking about, right?
From the Washington Post: a comprehensive analysis and explanation of their fairness and accuracy policies, including a discussion of the use of anonymous sources.
I, like many people, despise anonymous sources. It's nice to hear someone apologize for having to use them. But much of the problem comes from protection of people whose information is not ni fact sensitive while skewering up those who are in actual danger. There isn't a consistency in the standards. What that means is that the press gets manipulated by its interviews, especially in Washington.
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Just be in Love when You Scream that Song II
Here we go.
Violent Femmes - Johnny : I've been appreciating a bit more how good the Violent Femmes are since seeing Guster cover their self-titled debut on MTV2 last Friday. My first exposure to the band was during high school, sitting in a car with two other not-theater-type theater friends while they with great anticipation popped in an album. Like the whole environment of the evening and my relation with those friends, I remember the music being roughly defined, dark and still somehow poppy as hell. So, I've always had a considerable warm spot for the Femmes, but I don't think I ever delved too deeply with them. "Johnny" is a track I had never listened to. It has all the angry variations of emotion that Femmes are known for but in a song that pulls itself back into a simple eulogy every time it starts to break away.
Guided by Voices - Echos Myron : Honestly, I like it just because it's a catchy little lo-fi number; a toying melody against an electric wall of noise.
Elvis - (Marie's the Name) His Latest Flame : I've spoken my love for "In the Ghetto" before for its pure bizarrity. But before Elvis was overblown (or switched places with an impersonator), he was singing simple numbers that - so much more than his later efforts - delighted and shocked the world.
Josh Rouse - Love Vibrations : I'm saying "Love Vibration" even though I probably listen to "Slaveship" a bit more, because I feel like if you want to get to know Josh Rouse, "Love Vibration" is a very good place to start. Think Conor Oberst if he was obsessed with soul and could feel the human emotion of love. The album is appropriately titled 1972
, right before the 70s turned sour. (I think.)
Scott Miller and the Commonwealth - Any Song off Thus Always to Tyrants. : Alright. I know I broke the rules, here, but... If you have any love for rock, if you have any love for country, if you have any more love in you than Conor Oberst, you need to stop by your local music shoppe and nab a copy of Thus Always to Tyrants. Steal it if you have to. Scott Miller is not Radiohead. He's not obsessed with form and complexity. What he does is write a song that will hijack your brain and make you believe there is a guitar in your hands and a rock star in your heart. Perfectly crafted, perfectly delivered, perfectly captivating. Nothing more, nothing less. Yum!
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Picture Pages, Picture Pages
Draw simple line art in The Scribbler and generative lines give the piece an inky textured look. I spent about 4 hours playing with the program this evening and made some fun stuff. Share your own art in the comments section.
Gollum!
Homeless Wolverine finds pot of gold!!!
This is where they stop being lame as Corey Wilson joined in the fun:
Imp by Corey
Old Dude by Corey
Flower Picker by me!
Dude by Corey
Flowers by Corey
Flower Pot by me!
At this point, I couldn't think of anything else to make... Corey had one more in him
Lamp by Corey
Happy Weekend!
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