I grew up watching Walter Cronkite doing the CBS Evening News. He was a class act back then; he retired much too early; he is now a brittle and humorless old man. The Old News Guard of the 1950’s, 1960’s and 1970’s had an integrity that has been missing since the 1980’s in current news broadcasts.
According to the wikipedia definition, the t-shirt came to the United States initially by means of World War I soldiers who saw their European allies wearing cotton undershirts. It wasn’t until the 60’s that it became commonplace for manufacturers to design shirts with clever and sometimes offensive messages – and if you ever watch Showtime’s Queer as Folk, you know that this is ever more so the case today. In the last couple of weeks of not feeling well, something that has really cheered me up has been seeing a great number of extremely amusing t-shirts. I would like to highlight a number of shirts and Web Sites.
When former Yale Professor, former heroin addict, former alcoholic and Emmy winner writer/producer David Milch creates a script, he eschews period punctuation in scene directions. Milch prefers the double dash – for its employment suggests the infinite possibilities of a pause in the moment where great things can happen feverishly and invisibly off the page in the vacuum created by the indiscernible Em-dash. A period bespeaks a prosaic finality that the ephemeral creativity of David Milch cannot bear and even in a colloquial telephone interview the double dash is always there – pausing – waiting – jockeying just beyond the ether of a cross country conversation.
by Malaika Booker-Wright
It started out as a day that couples celebrated their love for each other. A loving card with pink roses on the cover, and tear-jerking words used to be enough.
A Flower So Fine
A dozen long stemmed red roses, soft to the touch and sweet to the scent, used to be enough. A box of dark chocolate candies that melts in your mouth used to be enough. A romantic candle-lit dinner with aromas of your favorite foods used to be enough. To simply say, “Happy Valentine’s Day. I love you,” in your softest whisper, used to be enough.
by Evan Stair
I recently spent a few intense days training in Raleigh, North Carolina. During one of the classes a fellow student was joking about a town in North Carolina that was the home of the real Mayberry where Andy Griffith was raised. There apparently was a real Aunt Bee living in this community and a Floyd’s barber shop. I wondered if there was a nice little courthouse with a sheriff who did not believe in carrying firearms, and a bumbling deputy with one bullet in his shirt pocket.
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