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Tag: ‘New-York-Times’



Frenzied Media

Wednesday, June 4th, 2008

I just read with some bemusement Will’s rant about the New York Times (it was about an article I didn’t read, although I did pause and go ” … huh,” when I saw the blurb).  Will is concerned that the venerable NYT is attempting to capture a market share formerly held by the National Enquirer.

Fear not, young William!  For I have proof positive that the New York Times is still aiming above the heads of most Americans.

I will admit that I have, out of morbid curiosity and an impending case of mouse elbow (from cut-and-pasting repeatedly), been checking the various news outlets to see if there have been any developments … oh, what the heck — to see if Hillary’s seen the writing on the wall and called it quits or if she’s going to attempt to singlehandedly cause the Democratic party to implode.  Hillary, babe, love ya, but enough is enough already.  The fat lady done her bit and has moved on to the afterparty.

Anyway, I ran across this little bit that proves that no matter how hard the NYT tries to go after the National Enquirer, it’s not going to get there easily.

In a piece entitled “Barack Obama: Calm in the Swirl of History,” Michael Powell informs us that, “Mr. Obama is a protean figure who inspires devotion in his supporters but remains inscrutable to critics.”

Come again?

I consider myself a relatively overeducated individual, but what the hell does that mean?

Fortunately, the New York Times lets you double click on words so that you can double click on, say, protean to discover that it means “Readily taking on varied shapes, forms, or meanings.”

Ah!  So, what Mr. Powell is saying is that “Mr. Obama is a shapeshifter, not unlike a werewolf.”  See, that I understand.

See, Will, this is why the New York Times will never, truly, replace the National Enquirer.  Because when they start reporting on rural folk in the great plains who claim to have seen werewolves and space aliens,  they’re likely to actually use the word “protean” in the course of the article.  High-level discourse, low-brow content.

And really, isn’t that what America’s all about?

Cool Coffedy Goodness

Thursday, May 8th, 2008


Vietnamese iced coffee with condensed milk
Creative Commons License photo credit: huong-lan

I swear I’m really not trying to turn this into the ultimate coffee blog, it’s just sort of working out that way.

Last summer, the New York Times ran an article about the virtues of cold-brewed coffee.  It seems that the latest in Manhattanite metrosexual snobbery is that brewing coffee the old-fashioned away (i.e., with boiling water) and then icing it down Simply Will Not Do.  No, if one wants real iced coffee, one must cold-brew it (I’ve also seen reference to the process as “cold-press”).

I found this intriguing.  Coffee is coffee, ain’t it?  However, always one to hop on what the Manhattan gays are doing, during a trip to IKEA at some point during the fall, I picked up a French press (Hüvúdståd or somesuch) on über-såle (with meatballs!).  By that point in the year, however, it was a bit cool in the mornings for me to want coffee iced instead of warm, so the French press sat on the kitchen counter and collected dust and just generally got in the way whenever I cooked anything.

This week, the temperature started to climb (unfortunately, it seems like we’re in for a really hot summer), and I began contemplating the use of the French press for cold brewed coffee again.  On Saturday, I dutifully ground up 1/3 cup of coffee beans and mixed it with a cup and a half of cold water and put the French press in the fridge overnight.  As usual, my first try on Sunday was of the “… eh” variety.  I’ve never cold-brewed before, and I also am not skilled in the use of the French press, which one would think would be mind-bogglingly simple to use, but I still managed to get a few grounds in there.

The whole thing had the color of strong tea, but it was pretty good, so I decided to give it another shot.  I made another batch on Sunday — this time grinding the beans a little finer, and taking more time when I pressed out the coffee Monday morning as I filled my mug on the way to work.

Around 10 am, I realized two things.  First, I hadn’t gotten my usual second cup of coffee from the pot in the kitchen at work.  Second, I was bouncing! off! the! walls!

On closer examination of the recipe that the NYT provided, it instructs you to cut what comes out of the cold-brew process with an equal amount of water.  Always read the fine print!

I made a full press-full of coffee and have been working through it all week.  It’s definitely more flavorful than the iced stuff you get at Starbucks (which is, indeed, warm coffee stuck in the fridge and served over ice), and it packs quite the caffeinated wallop.  It’s also a nice start to a warm day (we’re heading up into the 90s today — that’s the mid 30s for you who use that system they use everywhere else in the world).

Also, it’s Thursday!  Hope you’re having a great week!

It’s Leslie!

Wednesday, July 11th, 2007

The New York Times Frugal Traveler Guy pays a visit to Austin in his video installment of week 8 of his romp around America, and he goes around the city of Austin asking, “So what makes Austin weird?” (For those of you who don’t know, “Keep Austin Weird” is the unofficial town motto.)

Completely unsurprisingly–to this Austinite, anyway–he arrives at the conclusion that the town’s weirdest person, place, or thing is Leslie Cochran (who, interestingly, fits into all three categories). Leslie is the hirsute faux-homeless transvestite who can be seen days and most nights wandering around downtown and South Congress, or wherever he/she (which is how he/she refers to him/herself) fancies on a given day. Leslie ran for mayor of Austin several times before a minor local scandal broke out when it was discovered that Leslie’s legal place of residence was the Village of Westlake, the über-shishy suburblet to the immediate southwest — and that Leslie had the means to live in Westlake, which was slightly more damaging to his/her reputation as an avant-guard homeless person.

Anyway. There are a bunch of local landmarks — many of which I’ve never heard of (the Museum of Junk?) — in the clip, and it’s just kind of fun to see the New York Times try to decipher Leslie’s rambling speech.

Drink Soda! It’s Good for You!

Wednesday, March 7th, 2007

In the category of “you have GOT to be kidding me” — Coca Cola is set to unveil Diet Coke Plus, a “sparkling water” fortified with vitamins and minerals. The company won’t call it a soda, because soda is unhealthy, and Diet Coke Plus, claims the company, belongs in the health food category. Not to be outdone, PepsiCo is planning to launch Tava, a similar “sparkling water.” I’m hoping they’ll change the name because it sounds like it ought to be green. Seriously — do they think people will buy this crap (both figuratively and literally)? It’s enough to make me want to go smoke my new healthy cigarettes (now featuring 100% natural tar!)

Jam & Jerusalem

Sunday, March 4th, 2007

Lovely piece in this morning’s New York Times about the latest project from Ab-Fab guru Jennifer Saunders. There’s other interesting articles in today’s NYT as well, but I’m still out of it from yesterday and immediately homed in on this one: oooh, Jennifer Saunders. Some boys love Cher, others love Madonna. Me, I’m a JS boy all the way.

 

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