The gravestones can be seen now, from the far side of Meadow Lake. They rise, chunks of slate embedded into a green hill, into a blue sky, looking like a skyline for a town of the dead. Massive oak and weeping willows once gave the dead privacy, but those trees are no more. Continue reading
Today is a political junkie’s dream. Continue reading
News? I got your news right here. Continue reading
So it has arrived. The dreaded heatwave season.
I was an October baby. I was born outside Boston, brought into the world as the leaves were turning and the frost was coating the ground at night. Continue reading
Are you ready for the morning news? Continue reading
Let me tell you something about newsrooms. I don’t care if it’s network television and radio, a small-market cable-access station, the New York Daily News, the New York Post, the LA Times, Newsweek or the Star. Every newsroom in the nation is staffed with people who have the brains of twelve year old boys. Continue reading
The former head of the International Monetary Fund appeared in court in Manhattan today, and pleaded not guilty to charges of sexually assaulting a maid at the Sofitel hotel.
Prosecutors say Strauss-Kahn forced the 32-year-old woman to perform oral sex on him.
Kahn wore a dark suit and tie. His wife, also dressed in a dark suit, held his arm. There were protesters outside the court, yelling ‘Shame on you’. Kahn spoke publically for the first time since the scandal broke, saying in court: ‘Not Guilty’.
Kahn’s next court date is in July. The Times has a great breakdown on what may happen next.
Oh, sod it. I don’t want to do this. I don’t want to rabbit on all day about Mideast freakouts and Arizona catching on fire and silly geese in Congress. I wanted to be a lumberjack. But it’s too late, because I am too old.
Anyhoo. Continue reading
Last night, I had a dream.
I dreamed I was still living in my parents’ home (horrors!) and that I desperately needed a place to live that was not too expensive. As luck would have it, I heard of a community that was apparantly located near Columbus Circle that boasted vast, beautiful, fully furnished apartments. For cheap!
I moved in, and called the owner because something was leaking. Turns out, the owner was Elton John, and he did all repairs himself. He wore sunglasses and overalls. Continue reading
My parents never told me anything. Any question I asked, it was, “Why do you want to know that? What do you care? It’s none of your business.”
And so I became an alleged newswoman. Continue reading