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What a nail-biter! #Ger usu in possession, but #USA defense tops-esp goalie Tim Howard
Love that girl!
Visiting Seth Meyers in his new role as host of “Late Night,” Jennifer Lawrence fesses up to drinking so much that she puked at a fancy after-party on Oscar night.
But why did Lawrence let her friend Laura persuade her to keep drinking until she got sick? When Laura kept prodding her to greet Brad Pitt, Lawrence overcame her uncharacteristic reticence, called out his name and noticed that he smelled of sandalwood as they chatted. That was a good thing.
But why couldn’t she stop there? Continue reading
As I woke up and scanned the headlines, I was jolted into consciousness when I read that Jill Abramson, executive editor of the paper of record, was suddenly and unexpectedly gone from the newsroom of the New York Times. Not just gone, but fired.
Ken Auletta speculated that the NYT‘s publisher, Arthur Sulzberger, Jr.was put off by Abramson’s complaint that her pay package was considerably less than Bill Keller’s, her predecessor. Auletta also raised the gender flag by noting that Abramson, the first woman to head the editorial side of the Times, has been called brusque and “pushy,” a term usually reserved for forthright and ambitious women. (Did you ever hear a man called “pushy”?)
Self-described fiscal conservative TV anchor Brian Sullivan totally blew his cool on “Morning Joe” this morning.
“Can we just stop saying, ‘The Republican Party’? he asked, making air quotes.
I don’t recognize the Republican Party of even my youth. I don’t like what I see. I don’t like the far Right, I don’t like the extremism. They’ve pushed me away. …
What party is this? What party am I supposed to be in? …
I don’t know who the Republican Party is anymore. …
It’s not a party, unfortunately, Republicans, that I can get on board with …
She knows my predilection for printed matter…
The High Line, an elevated promenade grafted onto an abandoned railroad track, is just beginning to awaken in late April. On an overcast, somewhat windy, chilly day, when the memories of Easter and Passover were already fading, quite a few hardy souls enjoyed the uniquely New York walk.
Some basked in an imagined summer sun.
There were definite rewards.
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