NO FEAR OF CAVALIERS; THE RENEGADES HAVE STEERED CLEAR: Reminder that we do have a free ESPN tournament pool for your pleasure -- group name is ALOTT5MA.
In addition, if ESPN's going to do free fantasy baseball this year, I'd like to get up a league. Let's agree on no more than twelve teams, ML universe (I think NL-only made it too hard for teams to improve last year), roto-not-h2h, and we can decide on 4x4 vs 5x5 once we've got a group together. If you're interested, please indicate as such in the Comments, and let's hope to agree on a live draft date.
Sunday, March 11, 2007
I'M WAITING FOR WINNIE COOPER COGNAC: While at Astor Wines yesterday (and I'm hard pressed to think of a better wine shop in NYC), I noticed, but did not pick up, a bottle of Kevin Arnold Shiraz. It's the perfect wine if you're going to have Paul Pfeffer (or at least the guy who played him) over for dinner.
AS AN ATTORNEY, I CAN TELL WHEN SOMEBODY'S LYING: We're at the End of the World on TARstars, and whether or not you feel fine about it depends on your tolerance for needle-in-a-haystack-determined finishes ala Kristy & Lena in season 6. It was a thrilling, heart-pounding, well-constructed leg that did an very good job of forcing significant separations between the teams based on small mistakes, and the teams that didn't deal with the stresses of the leg properly didn't have much room to gain otherwise.
An unsatisfying outcome, but a totally deserved one based on leg performance. Also, Mirna came perilously close to Jonathan's Most Heinous Racer Ever award. YMMV.
An unsatisfying outcome, but a totally deserved one based on leg performance. Also, Mirna came perilously close to Jonathan's Most Heinous Racer Ever award. YMMV.
I CAN'T EXPLAIN, RYDELL, THIS PAIN, RYDELL: I'm just settling in for the Grease half of my weekly double feature of Project Broadway and TARStars, and was all set to be wowed once again by the opening number. Then I remembered one of the reasons why the stage show is (normally) superior to the movie version of Grease -- man, did that suck. Can someone explain to me why the dueling alma mater approach can't be used as the opening number anymore? Barry Gibb, you're no Jim Jacobs. Oh, and one other thing: Allie is violently outclassed by everyone else on the stage. Here's hoping that America gets it right next week, since the judges seem to be blinded by . . . something.
Edited to add: Ok, so "All That Jazz" did a lot to make up for the opening number, although whoever edited it to exclude the "I love my life" line -- one of my favorite moments in any Broadway show, period -- should be roundly scolded. I'll save my spoilers for the comments, but will just note here that for my money, the second pairing tonight was leaps ahead of the rest.
Edited to add: Ok, so "All That Jazz" did a lot to make up for the opening number, although whoever edited it to exclude the "I love my life" line -- one of my favorite moments in any Broadway show, period -- should be roundly scolded. I'll save my spoilers for the comments, but will just note here that for my money, the second pairing tonight was leaps ahead of the rest.
IT WAS LIKE THE LONGEST EPISODE OF SVU EVER: Back in December 2005, we all admired Kurt Eichenwald's exemplary reporting in the online child pornography underworld, staying just within the line (perhaps) between journalist and activist, leading to increased Congressional interest in the issue and at least one criminal conviction.
Now, fifteen months later, it's looking a lot ickier. Eichenwald's argument that he was "acting as a private citizen" when he sent his subject a previously undisclosed $2000 check before meeting him, and only later decided to treat him as fodder for future journalism, seems exceedingly thin as an ethical defense. It seems clear that even if there's a defense for Eichenwald's making the payment -- that there is a legitimate space for a reporter to act as a private citizen with regards to matters of potential public interest -- he had to recuse himself from reporting the subsequent story. Thoughts?
Now, fifteen months later, it's looking a lot ickier. Eichenwald's argument that he was "acting as a private citizen" when he sent his subject a previously undisclosed $2000 check before meeting him, and only later decided to treat him as fodder for future journalism, seems exceedingly thin as an ethical defense. It seems clear that even if there's a defense for Eichenwald's making the payment -- that there is a legitimate space for a reporter to act as a private citizen with regards to matters of potential public interest -- he had to recuse himself from reporting the subsequent story. Thoughts?
A List Of Things Thrown Five Minutes Ago
THE MERMAIDS ARE, INDEED, MURMURING: So I took Lucy to see Ralph's World today (our second time seeing him), and while it wasn't quite as cool as that TMBG show, it was still pretty darn cool and fun. Why are we marching? We are ants!
But then. But then the official sponsor for the concert, a cereal you'd recognize, had its three onomatopoetically-named mascot elves invited onto the stage by Ralph Covert, to dance with him during a song he had written in their honor. And then they stayed on stage to dance with all the kids who wanted to come up for the concert's finale. It was all, just, icky.
I understand the tension -- he's not one of the Noggin!-favored artists, and so he needs to pursue the promotional avenues which are out there. And, hey, it's nice to get paid -- and no one really knows what the lifespan of these kids-rock artists is going to be. But that doesn't mean that I have to like it.
The good news is that the three onomatopoetically-named mascot elves were wandering around the crowd before the show, and they really freaked Lucy out. So there's hope.
But then. But then the official sponsor for the concert, a cereal you'd recognize, had its three onomatopoetically-named mascot elves invited onto the stage by Ralph Covert, to dance with him during a song he had written in their honor. And then they stayed on stage to dance with all the kids who wanted to come up for the concert's finale. It was all, just, icky.
I understand the tension -- he's not one of the Noggin!-favored artists, and so he needs to pursue the promotional avenues which are out there. And, hey, it's nice to get paid -- and no one really knows what the lifespan of these kids-rock artists is going to be. But that doesn't mean that I have to like it.
The good news is that the three onomatopoetically-named mascot elves were wandering around the crowd before the show, and they really freaked Lucy out. So there's hope.
No Justice In These Pay Scales - washingtonpost.com
DON DRYSDALE SAID I COULD BE A BONUS BABY: Dahlia Lithwick wants to know whether it makes sense to pay Supreme Court law clerks $200,000 signing bonuses (on top of ~$150K starting salaries) to choose BigLaw over legal academia.
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