smells like balding
I don't think there is much to say about this one. If smelling like Donald Trump floats your boat, by all means. What delights me, however, is that he went on all of the talk shows talking about how his show took more time than he thought it would but it was getting top-10 ratings last season. And now, Donald Trump is but a (costly) hallmark of the led zeppelin that is NBC.
In the world of Low-End Journalism (college newspapers and suburban Times, Tribunes, Gazettes, Chronicles and Registers), it just takes too long to dig up scandals about sodomizing schoolteachers or unintentional ratpoison-in-hamburgers. So, there's only one thing left to do when there's no nail-biting school board race to focus on: look at what you published last year on the same day, and draw some not-subtle-parallels.
Not to sound uninformed, but that is esstentially what the sports page is to me -- the same story, over and over and over again with new boldface names. Regardless, in the world of "news," these are the groundhog day stories -- news for news' sake (Christmas sales are high/low, Interviews with last minute christmas shoppers, Christmas in Iraq) -- all more of the same. Just got to wonder -- don't journalists suffer cliche paralysis like the rest of us... like me, at least? My little contribution to local, suburban journalists and teleprompter readers everywhere: stay away from the birdwatching of trends. You predicted that "Polar Express" would do well, and it lost at least $100 million. You turned those damned scooters into a trend, as well as those tennis shoes with the wheels on them, and now you worry parents about such the rise of Leisure Suit Larry.
What ever happened to the good old days where John Stossel would go around to hotels with a blacklight, looking for evidence of fluids? What ever happened to scandals about genetically modified foods and bad smogchecks? I want the pandering back.
A few days ago, I said the following: "If we lost the battle of lepanto, Utah would be the most normal of states..." Well, here's the problem: the "we" refers to... well the soldiers in the Crusades. Doesn't really match my lineage well. So, in repentence, my weekend was spent inquiring on Indian history. You've got to figure that there are more important things to know about than the Irish Potato famine, though of course, that was unrefutably the most important event of the 19th century. Dumb historians. Sorry Brian -- this shouldn't be in the blog, but it was a better thought than this, I promise -- just kind of devolved. Get it? DEVolved. Like my name?
more later.
posted by devdoot majumdar at 11:30 AM
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I wonder what was written in your blog the same day last year...
way to beat a dead horse at the end there...
unfortunately, there was no blog a year ago. the old blog on livejournal ended about 2 years ago. but 2 years ago, this was the post (I tried to be deep back then):
I feel this odd need to be connected to the world lately. Doesn't bode well for the man who wanted solace in solitude. But does hours and hours of NPR really constitute a break from solitude?
Realized that I've been keeping this up for a year now. The focus has shifted from blaming my parents to blaming myself.
I get to spend the evening reading selected articles from Yale French Studies.
The topic of the hour is what you're going to do for the rest of your life. I suppose that's what happens fall term junior year -- the oppression of the thought is on everyone's mind. And contrary to popular belief, there isn't all that much security in the notion that I will spend the next decade of my life pursuing the life of an academician.
To be known for your superficialities is so much better than to be known for your depth, provided that your superficialities are entertaining. Depth is time consuming and usually regretted. Being deep is little more than the redeeming quality for being high on something.
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