Elvis, skinny fat, TiVo priest, free delivery, Beyonce
–If I were to buy the best of Elvis Costello, filling a need for introduction beyond what 94.7 The Globe has offered, which albums would I buy? This month's re-issues don't seem to hit the spot.
–"Thin people may be fat inside, some doctors say." What if that's me? Says the story: "Without a clear warning signal — like a rounder middle — doctors worry that thin people may be lulled into falsely assuming that because they're not overweight, they're healthy." What I need are clearer warning signals. Maybe my belly button could switch directions when it's concerned.
–From the close of this month's TiVo newletter:
Here's a positively divine story from Amy M. in Atlanta, GA: "While my husband and I were going through premarital counseling with our very Irish Catholic priest, we had to take a test with questions about our future spouse. When it came to the question, 'Do you feel your future spouse watches too much TV?,' our priest was surprised when we had both answered 'no.'
We then explained TiVo and how much it had changed our television habits, and how much crap we no longer watched! He was so impressed, we decided he needed TiVo, too.
Now let me explain my priest: He is over 65, and from Ireland and one of the most tech-savvy people we know! When he opened the TiVo [box], he got super excited, as he is a big golfer and most tournaments end on Sundays, so he can't really watch them when they're on! Now whenever he sees us, he says in his thick Irish accent, 'What a lovely couple! I love my TiVo!' So even Catholic priests can be converted!"
Was this the Irish priest who presided at the Atlanta-area parish I briefly attended? The one who wrote the homily for the wrong readings, realized his mistake on Saturday night, ran out of time to write when his sister visited for dinner, and then gave the congregation the choice of hearing next week's homily or a canned one? The newsletter confirmed nothing, but I wondered.
–This e-mail has been sitting in my inbox for a month, awaiting blogging. "New RedEye Weekend Edition" announces to ChicagoTribune.com subscribers that the free youth rag is going weekends, still for free. But the huge news is how you can get the weekend edition: free delivery.
Maybe my Chicago friends are already receiving the paper this way, I don't know. The kids today, whether we're in journalism or not, we don't talk about newspaper subscriptions. (The only person with whom I discuss newspaper subscriptions is my brother. He fights his Wall Street Journal pile like I fight my New Yorkers. We share the fight.)
The D.C. Examiner — a general read, not a youth rag, if you're unfamilair — has pursued the free/free model here in Washington with mixed results. People have complained they can't make the papers stop, even as they stack up noticeably and dangerously over vacations. If you could combine the solid youth rag model with the accurately free delivery model, I would totally subscribe.
–Why hasn't Beyonce's Get Me Bodied crossed to Top 40 yet?
