The Academy Awards are more about celebrity than film-making these days, but they do force the collectuve consumer consciousness to focus once a year on the best of the movie business. Best, of course, in a subjective, in-the-monent manner. Best in terms of - often - of popularity, and politics, and box office.
Fresh off our wild night covering the Grammys, the crowd will be live-blogging the Oscars this Sunday - but we'll also be putting together a package of special commentary on Oscar moments past and present, favorite films and actors and directors. And a personal story or two. Our host, of course, is the prolific one-liner diva .
As , we're a bunch of hipsters, aesthetes, effetes, artistes, critics, and pompous know-it-alls.. Well, yeah - self-proclaimed culture critics.
No engraved invitations. No monkey suits. Heavy on the banter.
. It's gonna be a a blast.
Posted by Tom Watson on February 22, 2007 at 09:45 PM |
February 20, 2007
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Well, the correlation isn't exact, but we're proud to have the Melissa McEwan over at our . No comment yet from William Donohue, but we will not be moved. No-sir-ee.
Posted by Tom Watson on February 20, 2007 at 07:26 PM | More three-dot journalism from the master of cut and paste, and quick hits (short enough for you, TK?):
- If you're interested in the immigration issue as I am, the DMI Blog has a continuing must-read series of round-ups by Amy Taylor on where the major 2008 candidates stand, based on their own words. It's fascinating reading, and immigration is one of those issues where there are real differences not only between the two major parties, but among the candidates of those parties.
Today's .
- Glenn Greenwald has moved his and frankly, while I understand the move, but there are some inherent problems related to losing his place at the center of political debate. Salon's web-magazine architecture is ok for blogs, but not stupendous and Glenn's stuff can get lost.
For one, comments are called letters to the editor and the system is confusing. Worst of all is the feed - instead of getting Glenn's whole post, Salon allows only a tiny summary that often doesn't include his entire first sentence. This is a travesty - I read blogs mainly in Bloglines, and click on the links to comment.
So Glenn now has to sell me on that click with about 10 words. That's a high bar. Too high.
All because Salon sells web-based ad clicks.
- 's in the house! Along with , the , , , , and a bunch of newly-added authors - all over at , where my little anamolous experiment seems to be working.
It's not politics - it's all culture: film, television, books, theater, art etc. The idea is to create a vivid conversation around the kinds of things we all like to talk about - and speaking of conversation, go read 's from Sunday night, a far better deal than the telecast and no weasel-like handicam shots of Justin Timberlake's nose hair.
- Why hasn't run any items on recent Democratic polls?
Just askin'.
- Finally, I haven't posted on the Edwards blog controversy since . I sensed it had a sad and predictable course to run.
about her resignation from the John Edwards campaign is a model of restraint and tolerance, unlike the words of the boors who drove her from the Edwards blog. Some are portraying her resignation as a victory for the haters who attack and divide and spit in the name of the prince of peace. I don't think so.
I think this rebounds on them, with all the disgust that follows a lynching. And this is a long election cycle, folks. Melissa will have her day.
All hail .
My particular friend Andrea Batista Schlesinger was of hot, young, up-and-coming New Yorkers this week and no one deserves it more. Andrea captains the Drum Major Institute for Public Policy, a progressive think tank that focuses on middle class economic issues (I swab the decks as a board member).
Many of you have gotten involved in DMI either virtually or in person through me, so I though I'd pass this along to readers. Be sure to watch the video.
Mysteriously, my blogging buddy Pete Townshend has taken his personal journal down from the web.
This does not make me happy, as Pete is the rare mega-star who writes about his real life, takes chances, and desn't pull punches. It could be that the UK celeb press was forever taking a long thoughtful post of Pete's and turning it into headlines like this: . Hopefully Pete'll be back soon.
Another UK blogging mate, the , also known as the other Tom, has redesigned his site and it's quite snappy. Go take a look (and quietly ask him to restore his blogroll).
Finally, everyone's favorite ringleader (aka Melissa McEwan) has been hired by the Edwards campaign as netroots coordinator.
What a catch for the former Senator, whose odds for the nomination just went up.
Posted by Tom Watson on February 1, 2007 at 01:35 PM | Last night, we had the perfect sunset over the Gulf of Mexico after flying away from a nine-degree morning in New York. A true marvel, this travel thing.
So we're down for a few days' R R in the Congressional District of former Congresswoman Katherine Harris, but catching up on some feeds nonetheless. A couple of quick ones while I'm away:
. The Libby trial is about to blow up, big-time.
The confluence of Scooter's total defense aqnd throwing Rove and Cheney into the mix of witnesses is going to shine that light into the dark Mordor-like recesses of the Bush Adminstration. Time to start following indeed. This will be one for the historians - it's too late for Bush, really.
and other oldster purveyors of hackneyed political metaphors in defense of Hillary Clinton; this is something I've been following for a while - the pathetic and easy sexism that so-called analysts fall into when discussing the Senator from New York. Lance's post is a keeper.
flip-flops in the air like lunatics.
It was fucking scary. Indeed.
Posted by Tom Watson on January 27, 2007 at 09:03 AM |
Happy Birthday to You!
We! Us! Yes, congratulations indeed, dear reader.
Today is the day this little journal, this occasional scrawling, this community, this blessed plot, this realm, this blog turns three years old. A baby in human terms, prime time for horses, positively ancient in online years.
So I'm pulling a Time magazine and holding up a mirror to you guys - because, this sucker wouldn't still breathe without you.
I'm not a writer who has to write or, shark-like, sink and die. I write to be read, and I prefer to provoke reaction, good and bad. Now, I haven't come up with the blog equivalent of Time's shiny mirror cover, so here's a screen shot from MyBlogLog, which shows the icons of a few of the regulars (great service, by the way).
Take a look - that's the real anniversary right there, the real partners.
So, the numbers 652 posts and 4,462 comments. More than a post every other day, but less than one a day.
Something like four a week.
That's been consistent here since the start. I'm not a complete blogger; I don't feel compelled to share every thought or publish every jot.
I don't blog about my work, except very rarely. Same thing with my home life, except for now and again. I blog about my third life - the one that's neither home or the office, the one that's part virtual part real, part online conversation and part walk down the street.
That's why I've fallen into politics and media as the major topics here; I've been a media critic before, and I was a political reporter for a decade. I don't do these things now, but the interest - occasionally the passion - remain, and so when I write in the space between family and profession, these are most natural starting points.
Sports of course, dominated by the New York Mets.
And culture, pop and otherwise. Lately, much of that has migrated to my own spin-off, the Jeffersons to this All in the Family, over at the gorgeous little (oh yeah, I love it there). And my travels - things I notice, conversations I overhear, people I meet, places I get to see.
Some of that I share. Some of it I don't.
Back to those 4,462 comments - there are hundreds of thousands of words in there.
Hundreds of people. Hundreds of conversations. Serious arguments.
Real diversity. Plenty of bullshit.
The comments are why I still blog - this little community.
Many of you have written almost as much as I have. Take the dynamic duo, for instance, Slappy and Tom K, each with well over 300 comments and tens of thousands of words. These guys have almost become synonymous with this blog.
I've met people in the street, introduced myself, gotten to talking, moved onto blogging and had these new acquaintances exclaim: How about that Slappy? Tom K sure does hate him! Or vice versa.
In three years, I've written the equivalent of several books here. I've met dozens of people offline who I first encountered here. And I've made dozens of real online friendships.
Further, I know there are a bunch of near-silent lurkers here, readers who lie in the weeds, rarely if ever leave a comment, but are real readers and take my ideas and links and posts with them into the world. I value them as well; can feel them there most days in the ghost-like pageview counts.
There will be weeks when this place goes silent.
There will be times when I'll feel like packing it in. And then someone will drop a comment on something I've written - maybe an old post from two years ago they found on Google. And I'll smile.
And think a little. And knock out another post. Thanks, and many happy returns.
Posted by Tom Watson on January 24, 2007 at 08:12 PM | During the long and fascinating investigation into the shameful, politically-motivated leak of a CIA officer's name to the press, one blog made its reputation - . Because FDL did two things incredibly well - collating all the important links and posts, and doing its own analysis of documents - it became Plame Central online and its reputation and readership grew rapidly.
As the case finally hits the courtroom, FDL is throwing all its resources at the story, assigning its team to cover everything from jury selection to pre-trial motions.
I'll admit that I'm not as obsessed with the case since the confession of former Deputy Secretary of State Richard Armitage - it doesn't seem Watergate-big anymore - but I am still very much interested in how the Plame affair puts the actions of this government into perspective. And I do believe the trial will shine a light into the inner workings of the Bush Administration, especially into the Vice President's office.
Sadly, the lead voice of FDL won't be there to cover the start of the trial she helped make into a national cause - in the third go-around of her battle against breast cancer.
I've tangled with Jane a bit, and with some of the FDL regulars, as readers here know. She's tough, hard-headed, and knows how to deliver a beating in the hardscrabble back alley of blogging. But I wish her the very best, and I'm looking forward to FDL's ground-breaking flood-the-zone coverage.
C'mon, and shine that light.
Posted by Tom Watson on January 17, 2007 at 09:33 AM | You may have noticed a slight slackening here the last few days, the appearance of distraction, of a mind engaged elsewhere. All true.
Friends, meet the . Newcritics.com is a fledgling effort that promises web-based criticism in literature, music, television, film, technology, theater and art from a diverse group of bloggers.
That promise is my promise; I cobbled the site together over the past few weeks and invited a few bloggers to post. Last week, the first posts hit the clickstream.
Newcritics is an experiment for me - it came about after a gathering of political bloggers a couple of months back.
What I expected to be a hard-core politicalfest actually became and meandering and fascinating discussion of culture, both high and low. I loved it, and thought about extending the conversation; newcritics is my answer to that problem.
I hope you read the posts there, subscribe to the feeds, link to them, and comment often.
So far, there have been some terrific articles - here's a few:
by Tony Alva, on role-playing games and soldiers
Steve Bowbrick's , a review of Carl Hiaasen's latest
by Brendan Tween, a reaction to Apple's media domination
Blue Girl's on Calvin Trillin's memoir of love
, by Lance Mannion, which discusses film characters who are controlled by their appetites and emotions
Then there's what I hope will be the first of many list postings - argument-provoking Top 10 affairs that spur reaction. Jason Chervokas and I take a shot at the ten best American domestic sit-coms of all-time, those classic situations revolving around a home and a family. Sure, we've all got The Honeymooners, I Love Lucy, and All in the Family.
..but what's on your list?
That's the point! Read and let us know.
Consider what's up the first week, and my reaction is this: that's a magazine I'd read.
Lots of voices, shared interests, conversation. We got one comment this week from Roxtar that really hit home, and made it feel (thus far) worthwhile:
discussion of popular culture, on the other hand, can spin off in an infinite number of directions. It can take you from poetry to music to television, to literature, to film, to sociology and psychology, to marketing and persuasion, to technology and its role in the future….
I suspect your dinner last November touched on most, if not all, of those culture is not a trifle, or an idle diversion. It is like water to a fish; it surrounds us and, to a large degree, it defines us. But unlike our finny friends, we can actively participate in evaluating and determining the quality of our environment.
Which I suppose is what you Exactly. I'm not giving up blogging here by any means. This will still be my personal space, and I'll probably cross-post most media/culture pieces.
I'll only blog politics here. No politics on newcritics - it's a place for discussing what unites us, not what divides us. .
Posted by Tom Watson on January 15, 2007 at 09:24 PM | A special wheels coming off edition of this little occasional link-fest today, apropos of the vehicle of state screeching along down Pennsylvania Avenue on sparking rims.
- Bob Geiger (he of the in-depth Senate coverage) reports on something I must've missed in the newspapers: Senator Jim Webb's proposal for a for returning war veterans. Says Geiger: Webb did more for the troops ousted, George Felix Allen, did in the entire previous Congress.
And be sure to read Bob's personal postscript about his own post-service education.
- with his takedown of warmonger and faux liberale Joe Anonymous Klein today: I know he's just another Cliff Clavin of the Washington Punditocracy, fancying himself an expert on any and every subject that comes up, endlessly spouting off, happy to substitute opinion and conjecture for to back him up, and when anyone challenges him on the facts, and I ought to ignore him. Smack. Iraq.Turns out he wasn't kidding. And he believes Congress will shut him down.
- continues to believe - as he has for more than a year now - that Bush cannot survive in office; that his presidency must fall. He hasn't said it in a while - perhaps he's as weary as I became - but he's back on it today: .
..in the end, I think America has had enough.
Sending the Guard back is an insane political mistake. Two tours for part-time solders? .
..
I think Bush will lose the country, and eventually leave in disgrace because his plan will fail.It will fail and we will not have long to wait.
- quotes Steve and compares Bush with Richard Nixon, the last (and only) man drummed out of office by his own party. But he finds a key difference: Bush will not enjoy a lion-in-winter third act.
For better or worse, Nixon was his own man, a stark lesson in the possibilities and limits of self-reliance. Bush, who has always relied upon others to bail him out of jams, is not his own man. If he were, he wouldn't let Cheney
- And while Cheney and Rice plot war on Iran and Syria, the Republicans peal off.
The voluble has the language from 12 - count 'em, 12 - members of the minority in the Senate who have had enough.
Posted by Tom Watson on January 12, 2007 at 04:18 PM | The prolific on the fine art and pleasurable pass-time of tinkering, with a bit of a sidebar on puttering. Want to know the difference? - Steve Gilliard's is top-drawer and he has particular praise for the tandem of Stephen Colbert and Jon Stewart: Stewart comes out swinging, when he finishes, you know you've had your ass kicked.
With Colbert, he's standing on you before you realize what happened. But the result is the same. You got beat.
He also lauds Howard Dean, Sasha Cohen, (wouldn't make my list, but it's not mine), Ned Lamont (who would), and Keith Olbermann.
- Flip-side time and who lot more cussin' from Steve, who also gives us his biggest losers of '06. the obvious ones include Karl The Magic is Gone Rove, Bush 41, Ken Mehlman, Rahm Emanuel (he'd be on my winners list with Howard Dean, but I get Steve's anti-DC venom), Lincoln Chaffee, Liddy Dole, and Michael Steele.
Biggest loser? Here I agree entirely: almost former Senator George Allen, whose racism and base boorishness ended a career - thankfully.
- Thanks to Jason's urging, I've been playing a lot of Solomon Burke's fantastic Nashville, as a fine a record as was released in 2006 - Chervokas names it album of the year in his .
He also singles out Ray Davies' masterly Other People's Lives (the wonderful Life After Breakfast became my personal anthem at times this year), the self-titled record by Psychedelic Furs front man Richard Butler, Dylan's Modern Times (which Jason thinks was not a masterpiece, and I do not agree), and The Crane Wife by the Decemberists, which I also enjoyed.
- At last count, Fred Wilson had 93 year-end posts (some from Italy no less!) and at least a dozen on music, but here's a .
Fred's top record was Whatever People Say I Am, That's What I'm Not by Arctic Monkeys, which to me was a very good but not great album (I still played it a lot). No. 2 was Stadium Arcadium by the Red Hot Chili Peppers, which is a great (and very mature) rock album, though possibly not a fulsome double record.
Fred also highlighted All the Roadrunning by Mark Knopfler and Emmylou Harris, perhaps the year's most beautiful pop record. Between Jason and Fred, not much use for my list but I'd add the surprisingly brilliant One Day It Will Please Us to Remember Even This by the reunited New York Dolls and parts of the new Pete Townshend, er, Who record. Dirty Pretty Things, Tom Petty, and the single of the year When You Were Young by the Killers were also in heavy rotation.
Quite the year for geezers, too - quick, who was the biggest touring act of '06?
- A reader sent a link to in 2006 - all committed by our current President. There were certainly far worse abuses internationally this (and every) year, but the fact that an American leader committed these shakes the foundations of our open democracy.
- Looking ahead (and these lists sometimes do) is - very amusing. My personal fave: Increasing strife in the blogosphere leads to the appointment of a Blog Study Group, which proposes dividing the blogosphere into three autonomous Liberal, Conservative and Moderate blogistans. Good one.
- 'Twas the night before Saturday, and all 'round the roundtable, the Democrats bantered, and recalled Betty Grable. Politics, music, culture and movies and a few cocktails were on the menu for a celebratory post-election collation at the Algonquin Friday last, and after four hours I left with a new appreciation of certain conspiracy theories, the tortured soul of Christopher Hitchens, and the effects of Sam Peckinpaugh on women who are bloggers. Also, the chicken pot pie was delicious.
Mannion, as usual, than I'd be able to provide. And I'll also note that inspired poetry set the right tone. [UPDATE: it's been pointed out that his confab actually happened on Thursday night - I was close].
- Well, we didn't win - but we did finish a very respectable fourth. So many thanks to those who voted for this humble blog in the . Of my picks, only (no surprise) and (a huge victory for the humble Joe Gandelman) brought home the gold.
, but scored well and has a scorecard of kudos to ponder.
- I have another in my continuing up at Huffington Post if you're so inclined. Comments very welcome.
- . Just because this conservative lob-lolly boy makes me laugh.
- Finally, if you want to understand reaction to the Sean Bell shooting in New York, .
Hope so.
Tinkering is the self-directed, small but skillful, not necessarily necessary work of actual home repair and improvement. There's an experimental quality to tinkering, as well. When you sit down---or kneel down, squat down, or lie down and crawl under something---to tinker, you don't always know exactly what you're going to do.
You're going to try something to see if it does the trick.
Exactly: tinkering is trial and error. Generally effected more for pleasure and curiosity than for profit and utility.
If it works, that's a bonus. If not? Well, it's an hour well-spent anyway.
And you learned that a flipzgidget really won't power a electrowidget.
Lance's post got me thinking about my own tinkering habits, which these days fall into two categories: music and blogging. The musical part is more serious actually, and may not fit.
As a guitarist,
I do spend a little time tinkering with equipment and sounds, but mostly I spend that time playing - writing songs, learning songs, finding new ways to play things.
Blogging - now there's a tinkerers milieu.
See, the plumbing of blogs is just so damned interesting.
Outside of writing and reading, I mean. I'm talking about code, and widgets, and javascript, and all sizes and shapes of little applications. Stuff.
Massive time spent on trial and error, load and reload, write and rewrite.
and utterly rejects all manner of calls from frustrated readers just to leave his pages alone. Ain't gonna happen.
For one, Fred learns a lot of about how it all works from his late-night experiments with sidebars. For another, well, he just digs it. Wants to see how it works or doesn't work.
Trial and error. Load and reload. And it makes him a better venture investor in early stage media/tech companies.
Taking this to its ultimate logical conclusion, you might argue that the whole so-called Web 2.0 generation of the Internet is a vast collection of tinkerers - that the newly-open wiring has created a tinkering paradise, filled with opportunities to create, to make things out of web junk, and to occasionally invent something useful. The smart companies know this, and they open up their code to a vast army of part-time tinkerers, who mess around with it, use the time-tested method of trial and error, and eventually improve it.
And so you'll see changing sidebars and widgets here. I'm not blogging, really. I'm just tinkering.
Posted by Tom Watson on January 11, 2007 at 02:47 PM | I never suffer from writer's block. This may be because it doesn't exist. Writer's block is simply the refusal to write poorly, the inability to give in and just spew the trash.
A crutch, no more. So it never gets in my way. A far more insidious condition has, however, paralyzed this humble journal over the past week or so - the malady (rare in these parts) known as nothin' t'say.
By rights, I should be cranking out more top music lists, jotting a few more post-hanging thoughts, ripping into the failed Administration anew. At the very least, I should be cheering the historic rise of Nancy Pelosi to the Speaker's chair and the iconic transfer of power from the wheels that slip to the wheels that grip.
But I can't.
Somewhere between the mistletoe and the ball-drop, the movement mojo fled these pages. It was great to win the election, incredible to be a tiny part of the netroots, and wonderful to see the electorate finally repudiate an illegitimate movement. But the grins on the faces of the newly-sworn, and the high-fives in grand chambers of the republic left me cold, I must admit.
(Though I did get a kick out of the classic in-your-face that Rep. Keith Ellison delivered with ol' Tom Jefferson's prized Koran. Sweet.
)
Blame the New York Times for the mirthless mildew herein; the editors on 43rd Street had to go and run one of their big faces of the dead packages to mark the New Year. The 3,000th death coinciding with Dick Clark's New Year's Rockin' Eve and all the lost souls in Times Square, keyed by the pages of young, hopeful faces just shook the blogging life right out of me.
Then I went to the NYT's Website and really got lost, body and soul.
Some interactive genius has created the to this war's cost that I've yet beheld: an ever-changing photo map of tiny squares, each one linking to the life of a dead soldier and the whole forming the bitmapped face of life sacrificed too early and in vain. Behind that are personal stories, some recording into audio files by comrades still living. I've been clicking and reading and and listening and getting sadder by the day.
And there's nothing, really, to say.
What's the point of writing yet again about the uselessness of this adventure, its cost in lives and limbs and burned skin and terrorized, battered psyches? Of picking out another failed Bush Administration policy, another anti-American invasion of civil liberties, another poor decision?
For what? This keyboard can't bring them back. Their families must go on living without them forever, knowing that their lives were cast away in adventurous frivolity by a bunch of think-tankers and oilmen.
Who can say our young men and women are defending democracy now, as the shouts of Moktada! Moktada! still echo in the American-built death chamber?
We can oppose this phony surge on our blogs all we want, but we're still throwing away our own young for a lost and immoral cause - day in and day out, more die needlessly. They die now to protect the ego of the President; they die now because a few old men with names like Cheney and Lieberman and McCain believe that America can't sustain another defeat like Vietnam. Not on their brave, Churchillian watch.
No-sir.
Well, we can sustain a defeat. We cannot sustain the bleeding.
We will not. This is clear.
Right now, I can't find the will to write about it, however.
I need a break from the blogging ramparts. Maybe we all do. Hurling bytes back and forth while soldiers are dying on their third or fourth or fifth tour of duty in Iraq seems amoral, vacant, pointless.
Possibly just for today, I'll admit. Or a week. Or a month.
Or maybe it's time to foresake the blogs. In favor of the streets. Posted by Tom Watson on January 5, 2007 at 10:17 AM | The barricades are going up in Times Square for Sunday's tinsel-flecked tourist-fest, which means I'm pulling down the shades, locking in some DVDs and some books, stocking up on magazines, and settling in for the long winter's nap.
Yes folks, I hate New Year's - all of it; the symbolic flipping of the damned calendar, the amateur night frenzy of New Year's Eve, the forced revelry, the long boring day itself. It's a lousy date and me being me, I tend to remember things and people lost during the year ending rather than imagining myself in more glamorous, successful settings during the year ahead. A pox on New Year's.
But it is a good time for making lists, the usual best-of and worst-of queues that newspapers put into the can ahead of time so that editorial staffs can get properly toasted at year's end. Of course, blogs do it too and in many cases, they do it better - they take more chances, offer more personal assessments, and carry more validity (if any list can). So here's my list of year-end lists, a work in progress I'll update over the next couple of days:
I'm huddled away and hiding from the crowds and the cold.
And if you're at Neddie's, you might on the passing of his beloved father-in-law. This is a very difficult time for death; somehow, it doesn't seem to fit. We're supposed to be giving and spending and making resolutions.
Yet, we're reminded that a day can be just like any other day when the time runs out on someone we love.
And since it's the season to give, I want everyone who reads this to help support one of the great blogging voices - none other than , whose beloved has had some trouble of the nation's highways, causing the bill collectors to nip. Shakes has such a clear, resolute voice; morever, she encourages our little community in so many ways.
So let's pull a Mary Bailey, break into Martini's juke-a-box, and hit that , OK?
Posted by Tom Watson on December 23, 2006 at 10:12 AM | Ah, the most wonderful time of the year. A few choice links and garland-topped observations from around the cheery and not-so-cheery blogosphere between dashes the Amazon (paying extra for quick shipping, the bane of shopping haters), deadlines for work, and playing with the band (more on this later).
There are still votes to be counted in some of the outlying TW:MDL T-friendly districts. There are, what, seven days to go and yes, you can . Thanks to the for supporting his American cousin.
Hope . Meanwhile, I thought I'd share my own slate and urge you to give these folks your valuable votes:
- In the category, I'm splitting my ticket between DailyKos and HuffPo (where I post on occasion). Both are huge, and like the Met or the Smithsonian, simply can't be consumed in a single visit.
- goes to Linday Beyerstein's restless and wide-ranging , and she's making a race of it against the likes of Andrew Sullivan.
- gets my nod for ; worthy of its namesake, it regularly takes in the sucker.
- : Kos, no question.
- should belong to , where language slays the oppressor.
- Who else is there for except for Joe Gandelman's must-read ? They should retire the award if Joe doesn't win.
- Then there's . Easy. .
A thousand times so.
- Oh, and I almost missed this one - is . Go team.
There are many, many other excellent blogs up for nomination and I'm enjoying finding new writers. Then too, there are tons of my regular reads not nominated. So who knows.
Did I mention ?
Posted by Tom Watson on December 10, 2006 at 02:41 PM | Cruising Shakespeare's Sister, I was pleasantly surprised to be in some excellent company - the finalists for the 2006 Weblog Awards, in the category. Now, I have no idea how it happened and I don't expect to win, but can we work together to make it respectable, folks?
Can we avoid the slaughter rule, please? - and yes, you can vote once per day for 10 full days (hint, hint). And for lots of other bloggers too, some of 'em regulars for me, including , (where I post on occasion), Lindsay's , Joe's , and the hilarious .
Vote for 'em all! I did.
Posted by Tom Watson on December 7, 2006 at 09:56 PM | Do Jane Hamsher and have conservative operatives in their midst?
Has - arguably a top five liberal group blog - been infiltrated by dirty tricks squads of the right? More directly, does FDL blogger Pachacutec work for Karl Rove?
I ask because of the reckless, misogynist post that appeared this morning in my regular blogroll (I'm a big FDL fan, most of the time) about Democratic Congresswoman Ellen Tauscher of California.
Tauscher is a so-called Blue Dog Democrat, a centrist type who has often voted with the Republicans on military issues. She may well be due a primary from the left in her district in San Francisco's progressive suburbs. But she is certainly not due a , dressed up as snark by a leading liberal blog.
Here's the slime, headlined FDL Late Nite: Whore, n., 1. A prostitute.
. .
You know, sometimes I'm an old fashioned sort.In that spirit, I bring you an underappreciated practitioner of the world's oldest profession, a woman inI can appreciate tradition. I certainly believe in hard work, and positively adore the craft of genuine professionalism.
She can slurp the gnarly nub of power with the very best, gamely grinning to the gushing finish: a working girl's working girl. Howie calls her, a bribe-taking corporate whore and shit eater who has guaranteed herself a nasty primary in 2008.
I hope is reading this, because his boss may well have to face this kind of sexist attack beginning next year.
It's so bad, so poorly executed, that it really does appear to be a clumsy Republican efforts to pollute a top Democratic blog. These posts are permanent, folks. They give aid and comfort to the other side.
They make our side look surly, sexist, hypocritical.
To put is another way: are you stupid? Or just insane?
There's a better than 50-50 chance that the broad center-left coalition in this country, organized as the Democratic Party, will be running a woman for President in less than 20 months. The leading Democratic elected official in the land is a woman - and we need her.
This is the third post in an unfortunate series (parts and ) and you know, I'm going to continue; people are of course free to write and blog how they wish.
But in a world where a hero like of Pakistan overcomes court-ordered gang rape and a corrupt regime to help educate the children of her attackers, we kid ourselves that we're advanced enough, cool enough, hip enough, or evolved enough to throw around this low-brow gender-based garbage and think it won't stick - to us, to the left, to the Democrats, to our candidates, to our movement.
You will probably not see this, TREx, but I gotta object to the C word, even when used with regard to Ingraham.
It’s the only word I don’t use.
It’s the only one that makes me go “ohhh” and stop reading. If my survey is correct, 9 out of 10 women feel the same.
Ifya wouldn’t mind, could ya lose it outta your vocabulary, at least here?
Makes me stop, too. And angry. I left a comment, also protesting the word.
They chose not to approve it in moderation. Very FreeRepublic-like. No answer at FireDogLake.
UPDATE II: The grown-ups at FDL have been busy. The C-word has been edited out of the post. And : Sexism is second nature to so many on the right, which is why those on Dowd to Dennis Miller.
Exactly.
UPDATE III: TRex corrects the record on the late editing on his post, and calls me the C-word in comments. As in miserable, little.
.. Then he calls me Ned Flanders.
Clever that.
UPDATE IV: The action is all in comments folks, with Jane Hamsher, Christy Hardin Smith, and Pachacutec all weighing in with strongly-held opinions.
UPDATE V: Final update folks.
based on this one. I've put some comments there and would invite those here to do the same. Also, a wonderful post by .
And .
