Archive: November, 2006
The bottom line? Bleeding Green Nation opens a vein:
The bottom line? This thing is over....We can't give up on the team, and the in the end we'll keep rooting for them to make a playoff run... but the air has been let of this season. There's no doubt about that. All the big second half games that we were looking forward to suddenly just don't mean as much. What's worse is that with this ACL tear, even next year is in doubt.
That glass is way too full for The Illadelphia Eagles. Illadelphia blogger Evan Young writes:
The All The Same Tour rolls into town, and attention must be paid. The Raconteurs open Saturday night at the Spectrum for Mr. Robert Zimmerman and his seasoned band of brothers. We devote the whole Weekend Tunes to the return of the sage, the reluctant prophet, with the voice like sand and glue.
Philebrity's sipped the most Bob Aid on this one, devoting much promotional space to pushing the show. Haven't seen commercialism so startling since Dylan's own Victoria's Secret turn a few years back. I bet Phileb's got a cushioned seat in the press box. He's linked all sorts of YouTube moments and odd-ball cover versions of Bobby Z's canon. Philebrity's Dylanology page is an essential stop on the tour.
But there's lots of low-hanging fruit left for us to share.
"I consider this his confession," says publisher Judith Regan of O.J. Simpson's If I Did It book, where he talks about what would have happened had he actually been the killer of Nicole Brown Simpson and friend Ron Goldman.
Tearful, two-part TV interview on Fox - part of the same happy media family as ReganBooks - to follow, prompting Harry Shearer to write: "It's a breathtaking use of the past subjunctive by a network that normally can barely manage the present tense."
eCache in South Jersey observes, "The bottom of the pit dropped today."
With the pending sale of Thomas Eakins' "The Gross Clinic," WHYY seizes the moment to launch a new blog, the smartly named Sixth Square.
It's part of a full-press the public station is mounting to bring attention to Thomas Jefferson University's $68 million deal to sell the painting to the National Gallery and Wal-Mart heirs who are building a museum in Arkansas. Philadelphia has 45 days to meet the price.
The Sixth Sense writes:
"Can you do it?"
Nice to see Overheard in Philly's got his ears on again. One new-found bit: "Crazy old homeless guy, to elderly rich snooty lady walking by: 'Ya got that dollar you owe me!'" Another, though possibly a plant, promises to be a Philadelphia theme song. A couple times readers have reported hearing the threat - usually uttered by an agitated mom at a checkout counter: "Don't make me put my baby down!"
That hook and lateral-turned-fumble-turned-touchdown in last Sunday's Eagles game? Score it a touchdown pass, the NFL ruled. Yesterday.
A Superior Court panel rejects all 10 arguments made by the hippie guru's counsel. The 66-year-old Unicorn must stay in prison, where he's serving a life sentence for the murder of ex-girlfriend Holly Maddux.
Update to follow soon on his blog, where he's railed, through a friend, at his legal representation. It may not be a joy to represent Einhorn. He wrote last month about his lawyers:
Is this real? The Huffington Post says it's a memo from a Fox News exec, telling journalists to watch for any mention from the Iraq insurgency that things will be better under the Democrats. It assures that the resignation of Defense Secretary Donald Rumsfeld and Republican loss of both houses don't signal "the end of the world."
The whole thing's a good read. It appears to be from the desk of News VP John Moody.
Huffington Post readers are in a huff about it.
After reading Wednesday's Blinq on food blogs, Ira Morton Goldberg wondered by e-mail what had happened to the South China restaurant, where he and his crowd from Penn feasted on wor shu opp back in the '50s.
I have no idea, but if Sam Bushman were still around, the press agent with the photographic memory could have told me the Chinatown place's social history as well as the whereabouts of the old chef.
In a funny way, Sam is still around.
Welcome to Phillyville keeps hammering away at Thomas Jefferson University, linking what other bloggers are saying about its decision to cashier Thomas Eakin's masterwork, "The Gross Clinic," for $68 million, and ship it off to the National Gallery of Art and a new museum planned by Wal-Mart heirs in Arkansas. Jefferson says it could use the money.
Here's what some bloggers wrote:
The Illadelph: "There are entire blocks in Washington Square West that are routinely devoid of activity on account of Jeffersons nightmarish planning abilities and urban vision. (Kudos to them for the recent completion of their latest big project, the massive Chestnut Street parking garage. Excellent use of real estate. Really. A bang-up job all around. Those pretty banners hanging on the side totally make all those variances it got for hundreds of extra spaces et al. totally worth it they look fantastic.)"