Local news is a wonderful thing. “Sometimes, if the mayor and crew did something huge and then a person was cut in half at the family barbecue, I had to file 2-3 stories in one day.”
So far. “Meatlifting is a grave problem for food retailers: According to the Food Marketing Institute, meat was the most shoplifted item in America’s grocery stores in 2005.” The rest.
There’s sadly no mention of the time Lucy and Ethel tried to sneak beef into a butcher shop and sell it in a baby carriage, only to be booted and later frozen in a meat locker.
January 15 New Yorker, in the listings–
The Holmes Brothers have been delivering blues, soul, gospel, and R&B for decades, and their time has been well spent. They remain capable of awesome achievements; they can even make Cheap Trick sound holy, as they do with their inspired cover of “I Want You to Want Me,” on their new album, “State of Grace.”
The trick of turning the profane holy aside, I don’t know if my radio dial has been spread more widely or if the area classic rockers are playing Cheap Trick less. Whatever the cause, I Want You to Want Me has seemed to take on a more epic quality in the winter. The transitions sound sharper, like the work of more American Who, which is ridiculous I know but you sit in Tysons’ night traffic and hope for motion.
The sentiment you’ve missed for the riffs and repetition the million times you’ve heard it doesn’t fit at all otherwise. “I’ll shine up the old brown shoes, put on a brand-new shirt, I’ll get home early from work if you say that you love me.” A reminder comes in the Holmes Brothers’ version, which puts all its weight there.
To pull Rex Grossman for Brian Griese. I can only imagine that reticence was due to not watching Grossman all season. Now I see the backward scramble and fumble and understand.
Fresh out of Columbia’s M.F.A. program, Jang is a young photographer whose history of gang activity (some of it literally inscribed on his body) provides his most potent material. For this series of dramatically shadowed color closeups, he created patterns of black dots on the nape of his neck, inner wrist, and other areas of bare, burnished flesh with drops of hot sealing wax.
I read this passage in the listings and thought to myself, “Sealing? Really?” Not ceiling? Googling this, apparently I’m not the only person confused by early-in-life readings of Puff the Magic Dragon.
And then there’s this, unrelated, later in the issue:
Two bit players in Shakespeare’s Hamlet argue about duality, in dialogues composed of short lines that turn in on themselves sinking into solipsism. Stoppard’s characters do not live so much as imagne what life could be, if it adhered to their visions. His dramatizations take us on a guided tour of the life of the mind, with all its blind spots, loves, and delusions, as it is shaped by the uncontrollable forces of history.
From a Saturday Post story about the Colts leaving Baltimore:
“I remember when they moved I was home watching the O’s and they were packing up from spring training,” said Donovan, 81, who has lived in Baltimore since becoming a Colt in 1953. “Then I switched the channel and they showed the snow and the moving vans and I said, ‘Christ, I must have drank too much beer. There’s no snow in Florida. What the hell is going on?’ But I could kind of see it coming. The team was really lousy and there were 16,000 people in Memorial Stadium. Some people said it was a tragedy, but that’s no tragedy. Children dying of cancer is a tragedy.”