Hard-Worker. It's such a given there does not appear to have any antonym. Easy Rider? No, that means something else.
In the nineteenth century the corporate tyros greeted their god, Herbert Spencer, the proponent of jungle capitalism who reassured them it was all right they had no human regard for their slaves. Herbert showed up at Delmonico's and told them - "You should get more fun out of life."
This was the wise advice of that other philosopher of leisure, Terry Malloy.
It is very encouraging when an outfit which would throw women under the wingnut bus are too cowardly to stick to their convictions when the contrary winds blow ... all is forgiven, I guess ... who do I make the check out to again?
In Georgia they think Metro means the opera, where they ride about in breastplates and steel helmets carrying spears aboard scaffolding built into huge galley ships. They don't even have sidewalks outside Atlanta.
Correction: God is exactly as stoopid as those believing in him, as can be seen by the utter ignorance, unimproved by the interview, of them as which he doth address verily, by their account, like Falwell and Oral the current little Excressence.
Like the wife of Joseph Smith, who caught him en flagrant with the maid and bought his sudden epiphany: God told me to do it. Quick thinking, though, I'll give him that.
I can now, under cover of this revelation, confess that, in the year 2001, after much anguish and grief at the stolen election, I constructed a series of voodoo dolls with the intent of rendering Dohbya dumb and his coterie collectively incompetent and evil besides. I ask you to look on my works, oh ye mortals, and tell me whether it's me or the Morons best able to achieve magical mystery results.
#3 reminds me of a buddy who would lay off all responsibility for arriving late on his lady: "Sorry, but you know, feminism; Liz insists on driving only over roads constructed entirely by women."
Naomi Wattsn't the one in the nude scene in Mulholland Drive, was she? Laura Herring.
This is trivial, trivial! Let's get to the real issues. Like - who does the hair of Grinch himself?
Okay, we better prepare for the next celebrity reality break-out. Hint: the title to his blockbuster will be:
GYNAECOLOGIST TO THE STARS!
GYNAECOLOGIST TO THE STARS!
Easy to ID a New Yawk therapist? I'm reminded of the old Bob and Ray bit. Couple of old sports broadcasters talking baseball.
Bob: You remember that big southpaw?
Ray: I think I know the one you mean.
Bob: You remember that big southpaw?
Ray: I think I know the one you mean.
Something is happening, and what it is, is, most media is a youngster game, but buying news in paper format is strictly for the olds, and they tend to vote for such as old McWeathervane. So.
Once upon a time, it was Uncle Walter intoning his grim sonorous take on headline events, then signing off with, "That's the way it is ..." Truth was best delivered in 20-minute milquetoast episodes on the teevee. We were also told that Truth was only discernible in courts o' flaw if you presented two trained liars in a cage fight and let ignorant normals decide the winner.
So, who's right? As the Bard invites us to sing:
Tell me where Sweet Truth be bred;
Is it in the heart or in the head?
So, who's right? As the Bard invites us to sing:
Tell me where Sweet Truth be bred;
Is it in the heart or in the head?
You can die of cervical cancer in a given year without being in the group that catches it in that given year.
I'm sure that's a great relief to the deceased, but - I'm wondering what difference it makes? I mean, were I to say, "Worldwide, 20 million are diagnosed with lung cancer from smoking each year, and 4 million die." Would it be a huge boost for RJ Reynolds that some of the 4 million die the year after diagnosis? Are the statistics even affected by the revelation?
It sounds to me like an episode of Beckmania, in which he attempts to discredit the cervical cancer danger each year (in support of christianinnies who withhold the antidote from their daughters, hoping they die horribly if they embarrass them at church and all) IS FATALLY FLAWED BECAUSE IT DOESN'T DISTINGUISH THE DIAGNOSED FROM THE DEAD!
As Troilus said, 'Tis an argument too starved for my sword.
I'm sure that's a great relief to the deceased, but - I'm wondering what difference it makes? I mean, were I to say, "Worldwide, 20 million are diagnosed with lung cancer from smoking each year, and 4 million die." Would it be a huge boost for RJ Reynolds that some of the 4 million die the year after diagnosis? Are the statistics even affected by the revelation?
It sounds to me like an episode of Beckmania, in which he attempts to discredit the cervical cancer danger each year (in support of christianinnies who withhold the antidote from their daughters, hoping they die horribly if they embarrass them at church and all) IS FATALLY FLAWED BECAUSE IT DOESN'T DISTINGUISH THE DIAGNOSED FROM THE DEAD!
As Troilus said, 'Tis an argument too starved for my sword.
You should've been along, then, on that canoe trip that year along the Red River. The banks are sand, and the peanut fields up above fall into the river lots. So the farmers often push junked autos off the banks to form an artificial reef for another season or two. So I looked at a couple of old rusty wrecks, said, "Hey, look, Duke Mantee!"
That's very clearly not what the edit means. She is asking: ANOTHER 4,000? OR IS THIS PART OF THE 12,000?
Readers are most often the ones who need editing.
Readers are most often the ones who need editing.
Maybe it would help if you point out how anybody can die from cervical cancer without being of the group which catches it. Or maybe you are reading it as possibly "...and 4,000 die from auto accidents."
It is a quibble without a quandry, as my old editor used to say.
It is a quibble without a quandry, as my old editor used to say.
There was a great line about the Artful Dodger in Oliver Twist which read:" In came Master Bates with his hands in his pockets."
Great editing tales from the past!
It appeared that one day some years before, Pluto had rung up Y. and reminded him that next week was the centenary of a certain Croat poet, and asked him if he would like an article on him. Y. said that he would, and Pluto sent an article four columns long, including two quotations, concerning liberty. But the article had to be submitted to the censor, who at that particular time and in that particular place happened to be Pluto. He sent it back to Y. cut by a column and a half, including both quotations. Then, if we would believe it, Y. had rung up Pluto on the telephone and been most abusive, and never since then had he accepted one single article from Pluto. "Surely," said Pluto, immensely tall and grey and wrinkled, "he must have seen that I had to do what I did. To be true to myself as a critic I had to write the article as I did. But to be true to myself as a censor, I had to cut it as I did. In which capacity did he hope that I would betray my ideals?" As he related this anecdote his spectacles shone with the steady glare of a strong man justly enraged.
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It appeared that one day some years before, Pluto had rung up Y. and reminded him that next week was the centenary of a certain Croat poet, and asked him if he would like an article on him. Y. said that he would, and Pluto sent an article four columns long, including two quotations, concerning liberty. But the article had to be submitted to the censor, who at that particular time and in that particular place happened to be Pluto. He sent it back to Y. cut by a column and a half, including both quotations. Then, if we would believe it, Y. had rung up Pluto on the telephone and been most abusive, and never since then had he accepted one single article from Pluto. "Surely," said Pluto, immensely tall and grey and wrinkled, "he must have seen that I had to do what I did. To be true to myself as a critic I had to write the article as I did. But to be true to myself as a censor, I had to cut it as I did. In which capacity did he hope that I would betray my ideals?" As he related this anecdote his spectacles shone with the steady glare of a strong man justly enraged.
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An interview question Gloria Steinem alluded to once.
"Describe the universe and give two examples."
Yep, it was an all-boy network, hoping to remain so.
"Describe the universe and give two examples."
Yep, it was an all-boy network, hoping to remain so.
This is so?
In Felder's case, said she got Pap smears regularly in college WHEN COVERED BY HER SCHOOL HEALTH PLAN? OR HER MOTHER'S?. But when she went off her mother's insurance -
Nitpicky, I calls it. The meaning is perfectly clear without the obnoxious voiceover. This is like the editor the father of Pat Conroy laughed at who changed his boy's lyrical "...from Mobile to Memphis ..." to insert the state names for all the Bachmanns out there.
Editors are like critics generally; they feel like they have to mark up something to feel useful.
In Felder's case, said she got Pap smears regularly in college WHEN COVERED BY HER SCHOOL HEALTH PLAN? OR HER MOTHER'S?. But when she went off her mother's insurance -
Nitpicky, I calls it. The meaning is perfectly clear without the obnoxious voiceover. This is like the editor the father of Pat Conroy laughed at who changed his boy's lyrical "...from Mobile to Memphis ..." to insert the state names for all the Bachmanns out there.
Editors are like critics generally; they feel like they have to mark up something to feel useful.
