“James O’Keefe, best known for hitting the community organizing group ACORN with an undercover video sting, hoped to get CNN Investigative Correspondent Abbie Boudreau onto a boat filled with sexually explicit props and then record the session, those documents show.”—
“Summers in the circle gazebo the Litchfield Town Band conducts concerts, various organizations hold ice cream socials, and local political leaders orate. In the winter, a Christmas tree is placed in the gazebo and decorated.”—
“Mr. Jacobs, the urban entomologist, said the response to stink bugs so far is not an overreaction. “I’m standing here in my living room watching some of them crawl up my walls,” he said. “The best thing to do is make your house as tight as possible. Use masking tape to seal around sliding glass doors, air-conditioners.””—
“They mostly ask questions about Don’s allegiance to the Communist Party, as if Don would ever. Come on, G-Men. Get real, G-Men. But then they are like, “do you have any reason to believe that Don Draper is actually Dick Whitman, son of a prostitute, raised on a farm by an abusive father, who then switched identities in Korea and whose best friend just died?” And Betty is like, “gulp.” It turns out that Don signed a form without looking at it requesting a security clearance. Yoops. AND THUS BEGINS THE GREAT DRAPER MELT DOWN OF 1965.”—
“It’s because we’re college students and we’re paying for services and we all feel entitled to have a seat on a bus, we feel there should be short lines at takeout,” he said. “We’re paying the professor so we should be able to leave class whenever we feel like it.”—
I’ll admit to taking this quote out of context, but this is what the majority of college professors are dealing with every day. I applaud Rutgers in its attempt to return some civility to higher education, but I’m not exactly optimistic that it’s going to work out.
College Education in 2010: It’s like trying to return something at Borders but you don’t have the receipt, the item is in poor condition, and have completely ignored the store’s return policies but still feel compelled to scream and shout until you have your way.
As someone who grew up in the shadow of RU (my parents’ threat for when I misbehaved as a teen was “We’ll send you to Rutgers,” which terrified me more than anything else), I find this whole thing humorous. If they truly want to restore civility, maybe they can start with having the Fat Cat Trucks stop yelling obscene things at women?
[Mike Logan is transporting a prisoner from New York to Baltimore, where he is greeted by Pembleton]
NYPD Det. Mike Logan:Detective Frank Pembleton? Mike Logan, NYPD. This is your prisoner, R. Vincent Smith.
Det. Frank Pembleton:So, whenever you decide to show up, I'm supposed to be here?
NYPD Det. Mike Logan:Hey, you're on the clock same as me, what difference does it make?
Det. Frank Pembleton:Typical Big Apple attitude.
NYPD Det. Mike Logan:Anyway, Mr. Smith here has agreed to waive extradition on a felony warrant for second-degree murder. So they call this Charm City, huh? Sounds like something you get out of a box of Cracker Jacks. Who'd want to stay in this land of enchantment?
Det. Frank Pembleton:Plenty of New Yorkers ran down here to Baltimore. Dorothy Parker, for example.
NYPD Det. Mike Logan:Dorothy who?
R. Vincent Smith:Parker, you illiterate.
Det. Frank Pembleton:Dorothy Parker was the wittiest woman in America. The toast of Manhattan. She dies, she's cremated. Her ashes sit in a jar in some Wall Street lawyer's office for twenty years -- twenty years -- while all the New York sophisticates ham and haw, "Whatsoever shall we do with poor Dorothy's ashes?" And where does she end up? Baltimore!
NYPD Det. Mike Logan:I got two words for you guys. Babe Ruth. The Babe. King of Swing, Sultan of Swat, born right here in Baltimore. But where does he go to get his fame and fortune? New York City.
R. Vincent Smith:Edgar Allen Poe. Edgar Allen Poe hated New York so much he had to come to Baltimore to die! That's what New York does to its poets.
NYPD Det. Mike Logan:What did he die of, the local crab cakes? Enjoy your stay, Shakespeare.
Det. Frank Pembleton:You're going to jail for this murder. But thank your lucky stars it's not gonna be in New York.
R. Vincent Smith:Why do you think I didn't fight extradition? I may be guilty, but I'm no fool.
The minute I realized how pointless having an official thought published on the internet was was when I was allowed to have one myself.
I recapped shows for two years for tvguide.com. The minute my first one went up, I stopped caring about what anyone else on the internet had to say. The minute it hit a thousand views, I realized that if I could garner a thousand views on an opinionated recap of a show very few people watched at launch (Friday Night Lights, I will always love you), anyone could.
Now if I write “official” things on the internet — things that don’t involve, “obliquely nasty, little, cunty takedowns of people,” or videos of people getting injured — I do it for the money.
“Blackstone’s Steve Schwarzman registered the same kind of complaint, only more floridly, when he compared the proposal to close what’s known as the carried-interest loophole to Hitler’s 1939 invasion of Poland. As it stands, that rule taxes the money that private-equity executives make as if it were capital gains, not income. Mr. Schwarzman apologized last month. “However,” he said, “the fundamental issue of the administration’s need to work productively with business for the benefit of the overall economy is still of very serious concern.” Two weeks later, in a letter to investors, the hedge fund star Dan Loeb likened the president’s tax policies to the violation of “constitutionally guaranteed protections against persecution of the minority and an inexorable right of self-determination.””—
The rise of the Internet television recap has been an inevitable side effect of a medium that allows for instant reactions, favors a freelance model and realizes that the winner of a reality show will dominate Google searches on the day following a season finale. Many sites, Entertainment Weekly’s for one, offer straightforward play-by-play summaries of a show for people who haven’t watched, but nearly every major publication and journalistic blog now offers some form of instant analysis of popular shows.Slate and Vanity Fair, where James Wolcott offers a Mad Men post-game, are two of the less likelier spots that have joined the recap game. New York currently employs some 30 writers to cover as many shows.
Then there are the sites where recaps take the main stage, like the NBC-owned Television W ithout Pity, whose editors work right out of 30 Rock. That site is home to Jacob Clifton, who has become known for his sprawling 27-page recaps of shows ranging from American Idol to Doctor Who.
“It’s a performance,” said Mr. Clifton, who lives in Austin, Texas, but has gained a reputation among New York editors. “Not to compare myself to anybody else but my image of myself has always been sort of Derrida or somebody, Barthes, in a shop window being like, ‘Well here’s what the story’s really about.’”
To clarify, a blogger who writes television recaps, in talking about his work writing television recaps for a blog, compared himself to DERRIDA and BARTHES in the same breath. Perhaps the writer of the article itself misquoted him. Perhaps they left out the part where he started laughing maniacally, shouted “SPOILER ALERT!,” and then blew his brains out.
And who says the public intellectual doesn’t exist?!