…I’m on deadline. Sorry the blogging is so anemic. (Apologies also to all the people whose phone calls I have lamely not returned.)
But hey, it’s August, and you’re all out on the Cape or in the Hamptons or something cool like that. So you shouldn’t be sitting at your computer anyway. Get a life!
If you can’t read it, the shirt says, “Vick’s an Eagle, Hide Your Beagle.”
Literally.
First Bob Novak. Now Don Hewitt.
Because he doesn’t suffer fools.
Just days after David Wright is hit in the head by a 93-mph fastball (ouch), the Mets, embarrassing in so many ways, send out this e-mail:
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Citi Field (Flushing, NY) Friday, Sep. 18 @ 7:10pm Full Price: $60.00 - $100.00 Our Price: $40.00 - $66.00 David Wright, Gary Sheffield and the New York Mets take on Ryan Zimmerman, Adam Dunn, and the Washington Nationals in a Friday night game at beautiful Citi Field. The first 25,000 fans through the gates will receive a Mets batting helmet. Learn More David Wright, by the way, won’t be playing….. |
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Have you all seen District 9 yet?
If not, you really should. It’s fun and smart and thought-provoking, and far more intelligent than just about any other film you could see this summer.
Also, it will forever change the way you think about cat food, which is no small thing. Cat lovers need to know.
Reykjavik harbor
All right, not more favorite than my new Depeche Mode concert-t, which gives full rein to my inner teenager. But I do enjoy this shirt from Despair Wear, which most of you will understand as a rebuttal to that silly Facebook fad, “25 Random Things about Me.”
(In case the image is too small, the type says, “I didn’t even want to know 1 random thing about you.”)
…Depeche Mode are playing at the Hollywood Bowl.
What a combination: LA, weekend, Depeche Mode…as they say en espanol, ojala!
The Washington Post reviews the style choices of vociferous protestors at health care town halls.
By and large, the shouters are dressed in a way that underscores their Average Guy — or Gal — bona fides. They are wearing T-shirts, baseball caps, promotional polo shirts and sundresses with bra straps sliding down their arm. They wear fuchsia bandannas and American-flag hankies wrapped around their skulls like sweatbands. A lot of them look as though they could be attending a sporting event. ….
What would happen if all those unhappy townspeople showed up for these meetings in suit jackets, like high school debaters prepared to take on their opponents with facts and nimble intellect rather than histrionics? Would they garner more respect? Would they compel more lawmakers to rethink their positions rather than merely repeat, again and again — in a voice that has the tone of an impatient kindergarten teacher — the same core points?
This is one of the weirder but more thought-provoking perspectives on the town hall brouhahas I’ve read. As someone who believes that presentation is half the battle, I wonder: If people dressed for these events like they dress (or used to dress, I haven’t been in a while) for church, would the level of mutual exchange be elevated?
I know that, on some level, I take these people less seriously not just because of their lunatic-fringe rants about Hitler and death panels, but also because they look like slobs.