For shame!

How low can Salon sink? Today the online mag boasts an interview – sorry, a Salon interview – with a comedian named “Reno.”

Now, you’re a Salon writer. You’re face to face with some lesbian comic that, presumably, is of some interest to your readers. So what sort of questions do you ask? “How do you personally define patriotism?” “How do you feel about the creation of the Department of Homeland Security?”

I know Reno’s stage show has a political bent, but this is a joke. If a reporter was asking these questions of Pauly Shore and not a lesbian latina, she’d be laughed out of the copy desk. Reno clearly knows nothing about politics. Move on, Salon.


Fun with Traficant

I’m not going to rest until I find a full transcript of the insane Jim Traficant’s remarks to the House committee that eventually recommended his expulsion from Congress. I mean, come on:
– “When I get out I will grab a sword like Maximus Meridius Demidius and as a Gladiator I will stab people in the crotch”
– “I would ask the committee not to ask me any questions, because I’ve got to go to the bathroom. I’m disgusted, busted, can’t be trusted.”
– “If I had a gastric emission, it would destroy every camera in the joint.”
– “When I go to the floor for my final execution, I’ll dress in a denim suit. It will be part Willie Nelson, John Wayne, Will Smith, ‘Men in Black,’ James Brown. Maybe I’ll do a Michael Jackson moon walk.”
– “I may throw some karate shots in there. Actually, my body is a lethal, lethal weapon.”

I think this says it best

Song of the Day: Liza Minnelli, “Losing My Mind”


Journalists: still hated

From the latest Gallup poll …

Which Of These Groups’ Ethical Standards Are The Lowest?
Lawyers 29%
CEOs of major corporations 20
Journalists 11
Members of Congress 10
The Bush administration 9
Business executives 6
Accountants 5

Honestly. Does no one surf poynter.org?

Song of the Day: Sparks, “Sextown U.S.A.”


Still alive … barely

Hello, faithful reader. I apologize for the downturn in bloggery, but I had (1.) Two incredibly busy days of work and (2.) a phone call and emotional catharsis that left me so depressed I couldn’t get out of bed until 7 p.m. Wait a few days and the sun will shine on DW-i once more.

Unless it doesn’t.

Oh, Jesus! What if it doesn’t?

Song of the Day: The Pet Shop Boys, “I Get Along” – except that song doesn’t reflect my mood just yet, and I’m not sure if the lyrics are ironic, which would hurt my case.


I, elitist

Now to answer the question on everybody’s mind – what is Dave reading? Books I’ve already finished are in italics.

– by Bret Easton Ellis
Less Than Zero
The Rules of Attraction
The Informers

I’d read American Psycho on a lark last year, and unlike many critics, I loved it. Ellis’s barely discernable sense of humor rings loud and clear for a cynical collegiate like me, and so far it rang clearest in The Rules of Attraction. I knew some of the people he was talking about; the rich louts who drank and stumbled their way through Camden College only to fall backwards into a job set up by their parents. Less Than Zero and The Informers seems formless, but they had their moments. Glamorama so far seems the best of them all. What does it say about me when I laugh out loud reading this?

– by Tom Wolfe
The Painted Word
The sure-handed, hilarious Wolfe chimes in on art, circa 1975. Funny and enlightening.

– by Hannah Arednt
Between Past and Future
No idea what this is about. Heard it was good.

– by Albert Camus
The Myth of Sisyphus
I remember the myth of Sisyphus. I brought it up in college from time to time, whenever one of my achievements was, at the last minute, shitcanned. Camus does a better job working his way through the myth, but since I haven’t properly started the book I’m not sure how.

– by the Center for Campus Organizing
Uncovering the Right on Campus
I am evil according to a guide that the defines “The Right” as “those who want to limit democracy.” Cack-headed and hilarious.

– by Soren Kierkegaard
Fear and Trembling
More philosophy, this time stuff I probably won’t agree with.

– by Mark C. Henrie
Doomed Bourgeois in Love: Essays on the Films of Whit Stillman
Investigations into the brain of one of my most trusted directors.