A Memoir of Glasnost

Glasnost, then and now:

A Memoir of Glasnost – 
"At the height of glasnost in 1988-89, the writer Ales Adamovich remarked, "Today, it's more interesting to read than to live." Anyone who lived during those years of glasnost as a writer, a journalist, an editor, an intellectual, a political person, understood what he meant."

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'Dear Jenny: I Fired Your Mom and Put You to Work to Help You "Rise." Love, Newt'

I thought you would find this interesting:

‘Dear Jenny: I Fired Your Mom and Put You to Work to Help You “Rise.” Love, Newt’ – http://www.thenation.com/blog/164800/dear-jenny-i-fired-your-mom-and-put-you-work-help-you-rise-love-newt

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Well It's Not the Cuban Missile Crisis

A phrase I have long enjoyed utilizing when people are in extremis about something like their eggs being too runny or the poodle ate the slipper. As an aging Surrealist I like para tactic reframing–what’s the opposite of a woman’s body? Franco’s tomb.

This is the only human method I know of for contextualizing the abstractions of neo-capitalist narratives. What’s the opposite of Ramallah? An obvious answer would be the Mall of America but I think it’s really the country music channel where sentimental Norte Americanos sing about their piddly disappointments though they have roofs over their heads and plenty of stylish, dumbed down cowboy clothing.

I made the mistake of watching TV over the Thanksgiving holiday. In a particularly terrifying commercial a steak sandwich the size of a Buick steams toward the camera, implying that it’s going down your throat or mine. What’s the opposite? Ramallah. Gitmo. You name it. Franco’s tomb.

So in my case the Tryptophan has worn off.

It’s not the Cuban missile crisis. It’s a horrid steak sandwich being dangled before a nation that now, officially is one third in poverty.

As the old baseball broadcaster used to say: “How ’bout that!”

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Huffington Post: 'undun': The Story Of A Gifted Black Youth Unravels

 

'undun': The Story Of A Gifted Black Youth Unravels

In the midst of our "30 Rock" grind, a producer says, "We need something special for this Kristin Wiig sketch — something upbeat!" Before I can respond, I feel the smartphone vibrating in my pocket. I've been informed that my man Lil' Mark is no more.

 

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Pig and Pillows

Daisy Mae

 

Well we had to leave Iowa to find a place where the pigs can climb on the sofas. The photo above is of "Daisy Mae"–the pig in residence at Denise Vespa's Stable here in Syracuse. Connie is now riding at Denise's stable which also has many wondrous people about–some who climb on horses and some, like me, who sit on the sofa. Personally, if I could ride a sofa I'd be happy. But not as happy as Daisy Mae. Daisy has apparently destroyed six sofas by nesting and digging. But what's a sofa among friends? I know fraternity boys who have destroyed dozens of sofas. In fact I know fraternity boys who are nowhere near as nice as Daisy Mae. 

BTW, if you're feeling a little bloated after Thanksgiving, just think of Daisy. Clearly if you're the barn pig, everyday is Thanksgiving. 

 

 

 

Adam Cohen's Memoir

Adam Cohen, Shakespeare scholar whose illness cast bard in new light
 / Jan 4, 2010
By Bryan Marquard, Globe Staff Radiation treatment for a brain tumor left Adam Cohen temporarily unable to read, an alarming change for a Shakespeare scholar who had forged an intimate relationship with words. He soon found, however, that the experience gave him a new way to appreciate William Shakespeare's writings…
Read more: http://www.boston.com/news/local/breaking_news/2010/01/adam_cohen_shak.html