basset said on February 23, 2008 at 10:15 am
hmmmm. I was all set to post something about the decline of newspapers but it’s so far out of context next to “you shoulda been there” that I’ll go with the short version:
“Esquire” this month. Aahnold on the cover.
Great piece by the “Wire” writer about the kind of newspaper problems we’ve been talking about for months.
Kim said on February 23, 2008 at 10:52 am
Looks like it woulda been worth the $1000 plane ticket just to reminisce about One Night in the Fort.
I’d also direct any journos in the room to the piece in Romenesko. It’s right on.
Danny said on February 23, 2008 at 11:36 am
Wow. Singing. At the end of a night of drinking.
Reminds me of my 25th reunion a few months back. The girls sang along with the band to Journey’s “Don’t Stop Believin’,” using their beer bottles as mics (my wife is the one in the silver jacket and my high school sweetheart is the one in the red).
MarkH said on February 23, 2008 at 1:20 pm
Wow. And all that smoke and cigarettes. It was like watching a ’50s movie.
And, Kim, thanks for that link. As a reformed journo and currently just a news junkie, that’s scary stuff to me. Is this where we’re headed? All angles and PR just because the web is cooler? Ugh.
BTW – You got great taste, Danny.
Danny said on February 23, 2008 at 1:32 pm
Thanks, Mark. The key for me has been to find the ones who can’t see too well.
MarkH said on February 23, 2008 at 1:40 pm
True for all of us, Danny; at least in the beginning, no?
Dexter said on February 23, 2008 at 2:01 pm
Divine is dead…LONG LIVE DIVINE!!! ARISEN IN THE FORT!!
nancy said on February 23, 2008 at 6:17 pm
Danny, does the fact your sweethearts, past and present, look enough alike to be sisters…mean anything, hmm?
Oh, and as for the cigarettes, that was shot on the “smoking patio” of the bar, a fully enclosed but open-roofed patio, tables around the perimeter. The lighting is orange because, hey, it’s a heat lamp. No more smoking in bars in the Fort.
Danny said on February 23, 2008 at 6:26 pm
Hmm, I don’t see that. Are you sure you are looking at the correct two? But John Derek, wasn’t he kinda like that? I think he dated a few clones.
Nancy, just got back from the pool and a funny thing happened. In the lane next to me was a high school couple who were NOT swimming. I started thinking of as Romeo and Juliette. I was wishing they would take it back to the castle. Hope the girl is not pregnant
Anyway, I got out and was talking to an old friend who was coaching his swim team today. He said he was cracking up at the situation and that they used to refer to it in lifeguard code as a “Blue Lagoon Situation.” Hilarious.
nancy said on February 23, 2008 at 6:32 pm
“Blue Lagoon situation” — good jargon is poetry, isn’t it? The other day I was reading a story in the NYT business situation, about the letter that is traditionally sent by businesses seeking a hostile takeover of another (Microsoft-Yahoo, in this case), and how carefully the writers tread a line between hi-how-you-doin’ and you-better-behave. This is called the “bear hug” letter. Sometimes, the letter is intended to bring the takeover target into negotiations. This is the “teddy bear hug.” I chuckled for an hour.
michaelj said on February 23, 2008 at 7:43 pm
NYT is just right. Story only tried to claim some Republican trying to claim one of those youtfulul indiscretions. Should a normally intelligently dumbass believe Mr. Keating isn’t lying his ass off.
All of this comes from McCains own whackoff people. Wat we’re supposed to believe, according from Rove in 2000, he’s gay and he has a black love child. That was the push poll I got and I’ve never voted for a republican in my life.
So if somebody did that to you, why would you buy the surge which is such a crock?
basset said on February 23, 2008 at 9:13 pm
hmmmm, no responses once again even though I mentioned “Wire” this time.
Dexter said on February 24, 2008 at 12:06 am
nancy, Years ago when Juergen Schrempp arrived from Stuttgart , wearing those trademark square glasses and hailing the “merger” of Daimler / Chrysler, nobody was wanting any hug of any sort.
The Freep and News had a great day as the red carpet was rolled out and all the top execs from Auburn Hills all ordered Benz cars…finally!…they could drive a good car to work!
Was any merger in recent Motown history even close to that deal as to compare merger with hostile takeover?
Equal partners? That turned out to be the biggest joke since the K-Car of the 1980s.
I have a friend who practically lived on the Daimler shuttle between Metro and Stuttgart…he was an engineer and his department was eager to implement Benz quality into the Chrysler scheme.
Well, how’d that work out for everyone? Schrempp left and Dieter Zetsche took over and made goofy commercials for American TV and then? It all went bye-bye and the Stuttgart shuffle made its last trip back home.
No, that was not a deal for hugs, but last night when I read the Yahoo! new story about 20 foot, 250 pound pythons that will soon dominate a third of the US, I thought of how Juergen Schrempp came to Auburn Hills squeezing the partnership out of the term “merger” and in doing so redefined that word.
michaelj said on February 24, 2008 at 4:34 am
Y’all should remember Like Romeo Said to Juliet by the Chambers Brothers.The other side from Time, which I assume inspired the ‘cowbell’ line and was, if you listen to the lyrics, not just brilliant but prescient in the most disturbing way.
Pythons? They make boots, right? Which lead to dromodrosis, known to you ordinary people as stinkfoot.
But I can see a good time was had by all. And what the hey.
As for the Times and John ‘Keating’ Macdonalds, or whatever, Jesus would like people to actually read the story. They didn’t allege an affair, and the whole story was about his saying one thing and doing another. And once you’ve dumped a wife for an extremely rich trophy, the youthful indiscretions card is no longer trump. If you’re a dog, idt’s probably easier the second time.
But who cares. How did this ahole skate through Keating, in the first place, and how does he explain Paxson? Making this into something about something the NYT is supposed to have done is pure, unadulterated bull. If there’s a media issue, it’s entirely in how the media eats up what comes out of the Bevo.
McCain isn’t an idiot like Dan Burton. (Aren’t you people proud to keep electing the scumbag? Sweet home Indiana) But if he says torture just doesn’t work and then tells W it’s OK to torture a functional retarded guy like Jose Padilla (and if you think he hasn’t been tortured into a vegetable, I’ve got a Brooklyn Bridge I could take down with an acetylene torch for you), well, does he possess morals or is he a sociopath that just wants to win the next election? Pete Davies and Bad Monkies.
Send the big snakes to the Naval Observatory. That’s one gigantic head needs to be crushed. I know it isn’t a political forum, but if it’s Detroit, it can’t help it.
What the hell is wrong with people?
brian stouder said on February 24, 2008 at 2:27 pm
Well, it looks like a good time was had by all. What time was it when the group broke into song on the smoking veranda? (now there’s a book title for you!)
At about 20 minutes past 8 we literally drove right past; it was snowing at a pretty good clip, and the streets were covered, as we proceeded north on Broadway, heading from the school carnival to Shelby’s friend’s home (on the northwest side of town). We might have gotten out of the carnival a little sooner (although Chloe loved the bouncy-bounce inflated thingy, in the gym), but Pam ran a game until 7, and then she won a bid on a silent auction (for a big basket of knitting and sewing stuff), which didn’t close until a quarter after.
It was a fun evening (the steel drum band was very, very cool).
Still, I woulda loved to have been there!
(if nothing else, I could have run the camera, and Nancy could then have made it a trio of singers, at the top of this post)
Danny, as Mark H says – you’ve got good taste; and I agree with Nancy, that (in my opinion) they could be sisters (much as McCain’s wife and his alleged paramour could be sisters)
brian stouder said on February 24, 2008 at 2:28 pm
john c said on February 24, 2008 at 3:54 pm
Any night that ends in public singing is a good night.
And someday, if I ever finish my book, I am going to write a play that takes place entirely in a “smoking porch.”
SusanG said on February 24, 2008 at 5:48 pm
Where was the gia?
MichaelG said on February 25, 2008 at 9:06 am
Dexter, your comment reminds me of a joke back at the time of the merger.
How do you pronounce “Daimler-Chrysler”?
It’s pronounced “Daimler”. The “Chrysler” is silent.
Connie said on February 25, 2008 at 10:32 am
So for those who don’t know any of your faces, could you ID the singers?
nancy said on February 25, 2008 at 10:58 am
L-R: Some guy named Brandon (drag name: Della Licious), Emma Downs. Emma’s a former librarian, Connie. She’s the first person to tell me that, contrary to what you might think, perverts really do masturbate more or less openly to internet porn at their local library.
brian stouder said on February 25, 2008 at 11:10 am
masturbate more or less openly
Isn’t that like “weeping openly” – which is to say, if you’re doin’ it, it’s open? (if I were a librarian, the big tip off would be guys typing with one hand- or squeezing their mouse with their left hand!)
Connie said on February 25, 2008 at 11:34 am
I will confirm Emma’s statement, but think we have it under control at my library.
And of course there are the flashers as well…..
Emma said on February 25, 2008 at 1:53 pm
Um… I hate you, Nancy.
Natasha said on May 24, 2008 at 3:48 pm
Ah… I love Branden. He’s actually quite a good singer, really. The Color Purple is amazing, Babylon is great, and Della Licious rocks! XOXO-Natasha
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