Michael Jackson left this world three days ago. But he hadn't been living in it for a long time. In fact, ...
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I went to see the movie "The Hangover" recently. This is hardly news. Millions of people have seen ...
How many members in your family, your close family, the family that comes to birthday parties or Christmas Eve celebrations? Ten? Twenty? I bet it's fewer than 40. How about your friends - your close friends, the ones who call when you're sick, the ones who share vacations? How many? I bet it's fewer than 40.How about your church, your synagogue, your mosque - people you know there, you shake hands with, you well-wish? Twenty? Thirty? Again, fewer than 40, right?
Once upon a time, General Motors stood strong and mighty, the world at its feet. Today, the world prevails, and GM is on its knees. Bankrupt. Can't pay its bills. The filing Monday was just a formalization of what we already knew, the way a coffin formalizes a funeral. But something we once believed in, looked up to, even nestled inside of, is gone today and will never be the same.
"Are you keeping up with this Jon and Kate thing?" my colleague asked. No, I said. "Everyone's talking about it. It's huge!" Huge is not the same as important. "But it's a reality show!" Particularly true with reality shows. "You gotta watch! It's unbelievable!" No. Sadly. It's very believable. Reality TV has now done what we once feared robots would do. It has created its own world, with its own rules, and now is infecting the very society that created it.
Here's a scenario: We release more photos of our alleged abuse of prisoners. Those photos shoot to the Internet. They are posted in hotbeds of Islamic extremism. Recruits are rallied. Revenge is demanded. A group of U.S. troops in Iraq or Afghanistan is ambushed, and some are taken prisoner. They are filmed with bags over their heads, as terrorists threaten to slit their throats. And then they do.
Since today is Mother's Day, it seems a good time to take stock of the first thing a mom gives you when you come into the world, and sometimes even before you do. Your name. Oh, I know Dad may be involved in this. Sometimes. But based on an unscientific poll of specific individuals - in this case, me - one concludes that more often than not, Mom has the final vote on what to call the little angel. And today it's Emma.
I went to a funeral this past week. My friend's mom. She was a sweet woman who never came to your house empty-handed, who always had a smile and who couldn't help but ask me, in private, if her son, my friend, was ever going to get married.At the funeral service, and later, at the home, I saw photo albums of her when she was younger and her son was a boy, which meant I was a boy, too. And I got a little misty. I realized there are all these categories of people in our lives: parents and grandparents, uncles and aunts, cousins, friends, colleagues.
I hear a knock. I open my door. Look who's come a-Christmas caroling with their own personal spin
Striking Hollywood writers do "Joy to the World":Joy to the world, we're still on strikeLet reruns fill the aiiiir!Let every week of "Heroes"Look like last week of "Heroes"Let "CSI" go away"Grey's Anatomy" go grayThen maybe, just maaaay-beWe'll get our payTony Romo and Jessica Simpson duet on her being a distraction with "Baby, It's Cold Outside":You really can't stay (baby, it's cold outside)
I'm less concerned about Paris Hilton going to jail than I am about her getting out. When she gets out, the fawning over her will be even worse, multiplied by the fact that - unlike most moments in her vapid life - there is actually something to talk about. Listen. You can hear it already:
I am taller than my mother. I can't remember when I wasn't. It's like trying, as a grown man, to ride your first ...
Having just returned from a family ski trip, I would like to share the following tip: When skiing down a mountain, ...