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a celestial object consisting
of a nucleus of ice and dust and, when near the sun, a tail of gas
and dust particles pointing away from the sun; the Broadway
musical I watched this week
A comet is basically a dusty snowball that shoots around the sun, often remarked for the images they create with trailing gases and the speed at which they can race through the galaxy. Sometimes thats how we feel like a comet shooting gases (our mouths off) all in the vain of trying to get somewhere. Although I try to keep my mouth shut 99% of the time, there have been moments where I just needed to vent. And thats OK. Venting can be a healthy way to let off steam and propel you forward to whatever comes next.
A friend of Ws, who is also now a friend of mine, suggested we see the Broadway play, The Great Comet of 1812, this week. I love Broadway and I enjoy going to musicals and shows, but they can be expensive. When this one came up, knowing I had a list of others I knew I wanted to see, I wasnt initially interested. I was also way too busy to stop and look up anything about it so I felt educated in my decision. I remembered seeing it mentioned at the Tony Awards when we watched them last June, but also uncertain if it had been nominated or just discussed. Then I remembered Josh Groban was in it, so I got excited and said, yeah, lets go. The day finally came this week and we went to dinner first, where I a...
At Eisenbergs Sandwich Shop, Twenty-Second and Fifth Ave:
Pale man in a coat and tie. Ham sandwich. Rye bread. Diet Coke. iPhone.
Thats all he says. Cracker.
Sometimes he says it as a question: Cracker?
Sometimes like hes answering a question: Cracker!
Sometimes its like the punch line of a joke: Craaaacker!
But thats all he says.
My wife says he talks to her.
Talks to her about tv shows or about her friends or about the color of the curtains. About the news.
But I walk in the door, and all he says is cracker.
Brian Cullman is a writer and musician living in New York City.
history rules and you don't know it
at the time you think you are making it up
if you only examined the circumstances
you would see but you don't want to know
you want to take a chance as if starting new
as if your choices determine what happens
meanwhile the larger story is emerging
and you have played your little part
The Associated Press on Thursday named award-winning journalist James Asher as a news editor in its Washington bureau, where he will oversee coverage of the investigations into interference in the 2016 election and other key elements of President Donald Trumps administration.
Ashers appointment was announced by Julie Pace, APs chief of bureau in Washington.
Phill Casaus, a former editor at The Albuquerque Tribune and The Rocky Mountain News, has been hired as the new editor of The Santa Fe New Mexican.
Casaus will replace editor Ray Rivera, who is leaving Sept. 8 for a job as deputy managing editor for investigations and enterprise at The Seattle Times.
The News-Sentinel announced today its intent to move primarily to a digital product in the coming months. The News-Sentinel will now sharpen its focus on more timely, topical and in-depth coverage of the regions news without the constraints of the afternoon print cycle.
La Junta Tribune-Democrat, Fowler Tribune, Bent County Democrat and Ag Journal Publisher and Editor Candi Hill is leaving the newspaper industry after two decades.
Hills last day is Friday, Aug. 25.
I will truly miss the newspaper business but Im excited for new opportunities, Hill said. Ive met many wonderful people during my time and have enjoyed working with the community.
Every time you think President Trumps anti-press rhetoric cant get worse, he finds a way of surprising you and not surprising you all at the same time.
That he will attack journalists on a regular basis should be expected at this point, and it is. The surprising part comes when he manages to outdo himself.
Jack Rosenthal, a Pulitzer Prize-winning journalist, government official and civic leader who was the principal editor of a landmark 1968 federal report on urban riots that found an America moving toward two societies, separate and unequal died on Wednesday at his home in Manhattan. He was 82.
Autumn: Jays on Japanese Ivy, Watanabe Shtei (Watanabe Seitei), 1891
The new CEO and publisher of the Los Angeles Times will have a starting salary of $1 million, and hes positioned to make much more depending on the financial success of the Los Angeles Times and the company that owns it, Tronc.
Ross Levinsohn, 54, the former interim CEO of Yahoo, took over as the head of the Los Angeles Times on Monday in a leadership shakeup at the newspaper.
The Washington Post introduces Own, a first-of-its-kind ad unit that allows brands to quickly syndicate their new or existing content to The Posts expansive mobile audience. Developed by RED, The Posts research, experimentation and development group, Own combines some of The Posts most ground-breaking commercial technologies to serve readers a more personalized advertising experience based on their previous content consumption.
If the name Pictoline rings a bell, its because you might have seen the outlets bright, funny graphics pop up in your Twitter, Facebook, and Instagram feeds more and more over the last two years. Identifiable for its short visual explainers called bacons as a nod to the companys pig mascot distributed across social media platforms, the Mexico-based company has found a successful business model in sponsored content to undergird its labor-intensive art.
From a 1945 letter from Malcolm Cowley, who was born on this day in 1898, to literary theorist Kenneth Burke.
August 24, 1945
Its my birthday and a slow cold rain is falling and in general its a good day to write a letter, except I havent much to say. The atom bomb. We cant keep it out of our minds. It gets worse as time goes on and we learn more about its effects. The Japanese say, of course they may be lying, as todays radio announcer piously suggests, but then again they may be telling the truth, and they say that people in the Hiroshima area continue to die from radioactivity, they lose their red corpuscles and peg outand the Japanese say they cant afford to send their doctors to Hiroshima for fear of losing them tooand they say that people just a little burned by the bomb found the burns growing worse as time passed, and pegged out, so that the death toll (what a horrible phrase) was 30,000 in the first week and 30,000 more the second weekand you get a new picture of the way radioactivity will wipe out the world not in a good healthy smash, as you pictured it, with a new sun appearing in this constellation, but rather in a slow leukemia, the world simply made uninhabitable. Some people will certainly get so frightened by this picture that theyll go off into the jungle of the mountains and live by raising roots, in the hope that when the next war comes it wont be worth while wiping them out. Ninety-nine people out of a hundred will want never to use the atom bomb again, but theres always one bad apple in the barrel, always one mad scientist or mad dictator, and in the long run I dont see much hopebut in the short run were living in the great imperial republic of the twentieth century, well be rich, well all have three automobiles, well have to have them, by law, whether or not we want to sleep with Mae West, well have to sleep...
The Charlotte Observer has named Bernie Heller as chief revenue officer and vice president, Publisher Ann Caulkins announced Tuesday. Heller joins the Observer on Sept. 5 from The State, the Observers sister paper in Columbia.
Its the summer of 2007. Rihannas Umbrella is topping the charts. One of the biggest stories in U.S. politics is how much Democratic presidential hopeful John Edwards spends on haircuts.
As an editor at the Detroit Free Press, Thomas Edison Wark was one of the editors who oversaw the papers Pulitzer Prize-winning coverage of the 1967 Detroit civil unrest and created a hugely popular public service column that other newspapers copied.
Mr. Wark, who held senior editing posts at the Free Press, Philadelphia Inquirer and New York Times, died Friday of pancreatic cancer at Mesilla Valley Hospice in Las Cruces, N.M. He was 82.
Sinclair Broadcast Group fired back at critics of its plan to acquire Tribune Media Co. for $3.9 billion and become the nations largest broadcaster, saying the deal will create scale and efficiencies that will ensure the future of free, over-the-air television.
On July 28, Apple heiress Laurene Powell Jobs bought a majority stake in The Atlantic.
Its the latest media purchase by the billionaire class, a group that includes Amazon founder Jeff Bezos (the Washington Post), Boston Red Sox owner John Henry (the Boston Globe), billionaire Glen Taylor (the Minneapolis Star-Tribune) and casino magnate Sheldon Adelson (the Las Vegas Review-Journal).
Chrissakes, Pauline! No one would have been more horrified than Edgar Degas at the thought of a model taking up the pen. Not a fan of working-class literacy in general, he might well have died of apoplexy at the very idea that a model might dare not only to write about art but about his art. And from the very first words, we know that Alice Michels memoir is not going to be a typical hagiography of a great dead artist. This Degas is not the elegant gentleman, proud member of the Parisian haute bourgeoisie and scion of a well-to-do and diasporic family, with branches running banks in Naples and plantations in New Orleans. Nor is he the grand habitu of ballets, caf concerts, and the opera, haunting the loges alongside his one-time friend librettist Ludovic Halvy. Not the cultivated disciple of Mallarm who tried his hand at the occasional sonnet, not the obsessive aesthete who co-organized the exhibitions that made Impressionism an art-world phenomenon, and certainly not the purveyor of cutting, perfectly formed witticisms at exhibitions and dinner parties.
When the Mercure de France published the two installments of Degas and His Model in February of 1919, the artists legacy was nearing apotheosis. Begun early the previous year, the ongoing auctions of his atelier and private collection had already set new records. Bidders braved active German bombing campaigns to crowd into the Galerie Georges Petit on rue de Sze in the hopes of taking home a pastel dancer or two of their own. The international press lavished attention on the sales, which were even reported in wartime Germany after a sympathetic Swiss citizen offered himself as a stringer. Back in Paris, Le Figaro devoted columns to Degass genius alongside long lists of works sold and the eye-watering prices theyd fetched, prices that even Degass dealer, Paul Durand-Ruel, thought perfectly insane. At the same time, colleagues and friends of the artist published dozens of eulogies, remembrances, and collections of anecdotes testifying to his artistic inven...
After delaying twice a crucial decision regarding the future of the Alaska Dispatch News, on Monday, a federal bankruptcy judge approved a loan of up to $1 million from potential buyers to keep the newspaper operating.
The Binkley Co. LLC, out of Fairbanks, is poised to buy the newspaper. Ryan Binkley and Jason Evans of Anchorage have offered to buy ADN for $1 million. Both Binkley and Evans are the new publishers while former publisher Alice Rogoff still owns the newspaper.
J. M. Holmess Whats Wrong with You? Whats Wrong with Me? appears in our Summer issue (no. 221); its Holmess first published story. Next year, it will be included in the collection How Are You Going to Save Yourself. Like the other stories in the collection, Whats Wrong with You? Whats Wrong with Me? follows a group of friends, four young black menDub, Rolls, G., and Ryeas they navigate the tangle of sex, race, and class. The story opens with Dub pressing Rye with the question How many white women you been with? Rye shies away from answering amid the group but later tells G., in confidence, about a sexual encounter with a white woman that left him at once ashamed and exhilarated.
I spoke with Holmes over the phone recently, just after hed returned to Milwaukee from a trip through Portugal, Italy, and Croatia with his mother and sister. He was laid back and cool, despite admitting that he was nervous. (That was my first interview, he told me afterward. I feel like I just asked my girl to prom.) We talked openly about intimacy in interracial relationships, the black body as sexual fetish, and shadeism.
(NB: Some of the storys details are purposefully left out, so as not to spoil the experience for our readers. But you can read Whats Wrong with You? Whats Wrong with Me? here.)
Lets start with the most obvious question. When did you start writing?
As a little kid, I wrote fantasy and poetry and stuff, but I didnt start writing seriously until college, at Amherst. Thats where I met Judith Frank. She was the first person to take me in and say, You can do this, youre good at t...
Horace, Odes 1.23
You shun me, Chloe, as if you were a fawn
Seeking its trembling mother in the pathless
Mountains, full of empty fear
Of breezes and the woods.
For whether a thorn bush shudders at the wind
With its fluttering leaves, or whether green
Lizards push the brambles aside,
It trembles in heart and knees.
But I am not chasing you to crunch you up,
Like some harsh tiger or a Gaetulian lion.
At long last cease to follow your mother-
Youre of the right age for a husband.
Vitas inuleo me similis, Chloe,
quaerenti pavidam montibus aviis
matrem non sine vano
aurarum et silvae metu.
Nam seu mobilibus vespris inhorruit
ad ventum folliis, seu virides rubum
et corde et genibus tremit.
Atqui non ego te, tigris ut aspera
Gaetulusue leo, frangere persequor:
tandem desine matrem
tempestiva sequi viro.
A Girl in a Red Dress, Pietro Antonio Rotari, 1755
if music could do what it promises
even when it does it too soon ends
delight in shape and pattern in time
kinetic pleasure of sustaining sync
emotion without confusing reality
people complicating circumstance
demonstrating superhuman skills
in the service of divine inspiration
formations in mind's luminous air
sustain an alternative way to be
elevated open to all willing ears
and then it passes leaving no mark
Push: to exert force on (someone or something), typically with ones hand, in order to move them away from oneself or the origin of the force
You will always encounter a roadblock or a deadline where you need to simply push through until you find a solution or achieve the goal. Sometimes its easy, but it can also be difficult. Maybe you have the pressure being forced upon you by someone else, or perhaps youve given yourself a deadline to get something done. Knowing your limits is key to success. But failing to see your potential might prevent you from reaching it more than you know. There is time to push yourself even if it feels scary.
Todays 365 Daily Challenge word is meant to turn your world upside down a little. Have you ever thought to yourself that you can only get so much done in a specific period of time? Or scheduled a goal that is realistic and reasonable, yet feels like its not enough? When I assigned myself the deadline to finish writing a first draft of my second book, Father Figure, I assumed 3 chapters per week could be written and edited. When I did the math, I ended up with a 9/30 deadline. Then I scheduled a vacation from 9/17 thru 10/1, which meant that completing Father Figure needed a new deadline. Scary thoughts.
But I told myself I cou...
Larry Bushman, the publisher of The Messenger, has announced that he will retire on Sept. 30.
Bushman, 75, has been in the newspaper business for nearly 60 years.
Terry Christensen, general manager of the Daily Freeman-Journal, will become publisher of The Messenger and the Daily-Freeman Journal.
Gerard Baker, the editor in chief of The Wall Street Journal, has faced unease and frustration in his newsroom over his stewardship of the newspapers coverage of President Trump, which some journalists there say has lacked toughness and verve.
Some staff members expressed similar concerns on Wednesday after Mr. Baker, in a series of blunt late-night emails, criticized his staff over their coverage of Mr. Trumps Tuesday rally in Phoenix, describing their reporting as overly opinionated.
The News Integrity Initiative the $14 million news literacy project based at the CUNY Graduate School of Journalism, backed by funders including Facebook, Craig Newmark, and the Ford Foundation is getting a clearer path forward.
This morning, NII published a new roadmap for the project, which is designed to better lay out the initiatives plans and priorities for the future.
Ancient Roman statuette (Dolomitic marble) of the goddess Nemesis, with a wheel of fortune in her left hand and a conquered enemy beneath her right foot. Her facial features and hairstyle resemble the empress Faustina the Elder (100-140 CE), wife of Antoninus Pius. Artist unknown; ca. 150 CE. Now in the Getty Villa, Malibu. Photo credit: Marshall Astor/Wikimedia Commons.
For about five years, Mic.com was a place where readers could go to get moral clarity. In the Mic universe, heroes fought for equality against villains who tried to take it away. Every day, there was someone, like plus-size model Ashley Graham, to cheer for, and someone else, like manspreaders, to excoriate.
Award-winning journalist Paul Bryant has been named the new editor of the Athens Daily Review.
Bryant succeeds Chad Wilson, who accepted a position with Brownsboro ISD.
We are excited to have Paul as a part of our team, Publisher Lange Svehlak said. His experience with community newspapers makes him a great fit for the editors seat at the Review.
Al-Monitor, an international news and opinion website founded in 2012, announced this evening a redesigned website in a bid to attract a larger global audience.
The site, which is based in D.C. with 16 regional editions, is making several major changes:
When Enrique Rivas became mayor of the Mexican border town of Nuevo Laredo last October, the citys small El Maana newspaper turned its attention to covering his administration.
In the pages of the 93-year-old daily, which circulates some 15,000 copies on weekdays, reporters detailed everyday stories of local politics: Rivas had appointed women to key cabinet positions, discussed an eight-lane expansion of the World Trade Bridge with the mayor of Laredo, Texas, and talked about the citys pothole problem.
This October, Damiani will release The Hungry Years, a collection of photographs from the eighties by the artist Jack Pierson. The images, taken during the height of the AIDS epidemic and featuring many of his friends, are striking for their dreamy introspection, their melancholy, and their celebratory homoeroticism. Pierson has worked in many forms, including sculpture, word sculpture, bookmaking, drawing, painting, and photography. (The Paris Review published a portfolio of his word pieces in our Summer 1992 issue.) Eileen Myles, a friend of Jacks, wrote the introduction to The Hungry Years, which weve published below, along with a selection of Jacks photographs. C.L.
Last year we were in my apartment and Jack was talking about going on a trip to Florida in the eighties and Im of course thinking that Florida means something particular to someone (like Jack) who is from New England because New England sadly has about as much past as America has gotits branded by that New and of course New England is anything but new. Really it just wants to be old and it isnt so you see those of us from New England just traveling around the world, shaking off those chains of the sharp quickening weather and that sad desire to be classy or old usually betrayed by our quaint speechwicked or our loafers, or deliberately well-worn clothes in New Englands endless imitation of real, which is a copy of those who we think know about something olderwe think they own stuff, Harvard and the Swan Boats and that Swan Boat accident and all that cold-weather food. So when this person goes south and not because hes training for the Red Sox and not old but maybe hes running away from something, hitch...
Publishers are running into a wall with so-called native ads. Once seen as the panacea for declining digital ad rates, these ads that are designed to mimic editorial content have turned out to be costly to make and distribute and hard to scale, which makes them a tough sell with advertisers and also eats into publishers profit margins.
Jim Van Nostrand has joined The Daily Astorian as managing editor.
He is a veteran journalist with more than 30 years of experience as a reporter and editor. Most recently, he was the digital editor at the Tri-City Herald in Kennewick, Washington.
Jeremiah Lamenting the Destruction of Jerusalem, Rembrandt, 1630
I dont fish, but I enjoy being around those who do. Theyre easy to find in New York, leaning against the railing of a Brooklyn pier or resting on the rocky banks of the citys rivers. In Sheepshead Bay, the fishermen are often jolly and sun-beaten, as if theyve just returned from a long voyage. By early afternoon, they fill the local bars, swearing off red meat and bragging about not taking their medications. The Battery Park esplanade is more relaxed. Sometimes the only sign of a fisherman is an unmanned rod cast out to sea; a passerby might assume that fish in the Hudson catch themselves.
One August morning a few years ago, I went out to Coney Island to clear my head on Steeplechase Pier, where fishermen gather in the summer months to fill their buckets with flukes, stripers, and porgies, much as they did a century ago. Coney Island is slow to change. Its busier blocks still have working pay phones on both sides of the street, and until recently, broken signs dangled off the facades of abandoned buildings, unmoored from their bracings by Hurricane Sandy. On hot days, the main stretch of Coney Islands two-and-a-half mile boardwalk is crowded with visitors from the nearby amusement park. They eat mango on a stick as they navigate the performers dancing with snakes and rainbow-colored poodles. Down by the fishermens pier, the boardwalk quiets down. Elderly residents of the nearby towers read paperback novels and check the time on their digital wristwatches, and kids gather in the shade beneath the arches of an old terra-cotta building with a flaking portrait of Poseidon on the front. In the painting, the sea king is sitting alone in a rowboat, paddling toward the Atlantic.
I joined a group of fishermen on the pier who were digging through ten-gallon buckets and tackle boxes. A man named Sonny was sitting on a Rascal scooter, baiting his hook with chopped-up fish and squid he kept in the vehicles front basket. Another man, David, who looked to be in his late fifties, was leaning against the railing. As I sat down on a nearby bench, David noticed a tug on his line. He pulled up a fluke maybe ten inches long, too small to keep in New York State. He warned the others that ci...
Without it, if you are a New Yorker of a certain age, chances are you would have never found your first apartment. Never discovered your favorite punk band, spouted your first post-Structuralist literary jargon, bought that unfortunate futon sofa, discovered Sam Shepard or charted the perfidies of New Yorks elected officials.
Medium plans to start letting more and more authors publish paywalled articles. And to determine how they get paid, the blogging platform has selected a fairly unorthodox method: claps, which are, basically, Mediums equivalent of a Like.
A common complaint from publishers who use Facebook is that every story looks the same. Whether its from CNN, The New York Times or BuzzFeed, they all have the same basic elements: Photo, headline, blurb and source. That can be a problem, especially for newsrooms that want to set themselves apart from the scourge of fake new.
I wore the full-face veil for the first time on my wedding day. I was eighteen years old and I had never worn it before. In Pakistani Muslim tradition, this was the day of the ceremonial giving away of the bride, the day I was to say goodbye to my family (theatrically, and before an audience of a few hundred) and go off to be with my husband and his family. The fabric I had chosen over a year before for my wedding dress had been selected for hue and sheena fiery red-orangeand it was utterly opaque. I could see nothing. For navigation, I had the assistance of two younger cousins, unveiled and full of giggles. It was September in Karachi, I was pouring sweat and also blind.
The story of how I ended up fully veiled and a bride did not begin that day. The skein connecting it to incidents past could be reeled back to an event a few years earlier, one that had led me to begin wearing the half-veil or the head scarf. Fifteen then, I was a student at an all-girls school that prided itself in being almost entirely free of the contaminating male presence, whose very existence made veils necessary in the first place. The hundreds of girls that were students there were instructed almost entirely by women. From the time we were six years old and began first grade to the time we were seventeen and graduated eleventh, it was women, women and all women. At five past eight every morning, the gates of the school would be locked and the man-free day would begin. The only men left inside were the very poor ones that the school employed, who mopped the halls, set up the nets for games of volleyball behind our high walls, or guarded the gates. The fact that they were poor seemed to cancel out their masculinity.
There were no men at school and so within its walls there were no veils, the walls and seclusion functioning as its own sort of full veil. This changed when school hours ended; when the gates were opened in the afternoon, many girls were quick to put on a head scarf, and some, notably fewer, even a full-face veil. The rest of us took the small distance from our school, where we were kept from the male presence, to the cars that took us home, to attract as much male attention as we could. Meaningful glan...
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