I missed a really good baseball game tonight.
For the first time in my legal-drinking age life the New York Yankees failed to make the playoffs.
Anna Faris is underrated.
Last night Bill Moyers gave a scathing commentary on the building of the new Yankee Stadium, linking it to this week’s federal bailout of Wall Street: both the culmination of years of plutocrat-friendly government.
My co-worker, who is also something of a weather buff, recommended “Isaac’s Storm” by Erik Larson, a book about the Galveston hurricane of 1900.
Morgan Spurlock’s films are a little like Michael Moore’s but less caustic.
“Tropic Thunder” met my expectations.
NPR had a funny piece on the alternating baldness and hairiness of Russia’s leaders, with an accompanying song.
I was going to write something sardonic about how we finally have some Jewish stereotypes to kick around again.
Everybody is ga-ga over Sarah Palin lately, and I think this is a case of liking a politician mostly because you don’t know anything about her.
Way back in high school, I borrowed a copy of 1984, by George Orwell, from the school library. I made it through only a few chapters. This week I finished it.
To break the boredom today I took a little drive down to Burlington and Muscatine along the Mississippi River.
John McCain’s speech was a very good one. Can he deliver?
After a short discussion with someone a couple of weeks ago about “The Great Gatsby” by F. Scott Fitzgerald– short because I had never read it– I borrowed it from the library.
I like the direction this recent incarnation of the Batman movie franchise is taking, mostly because of the better acting.