A Short Mid-week Posting

JOURNALISTIC IRONY OF THE DAY:

The best Maureen Dowd column ever was written by Stephen Colbert.

http://www.nytimes.com/2007/10/14/opinion/14dowd.html?em&ex=1192593600&en=72a525f07accb87e&ei=5087

NEW PRODUCT IDEA OF THE DAY:

The Cogito. The thinking man’s mojito. Ingredients: Rum, lime, sugar cane, and a twist of self-reflection.

SEMI FINAL BRACKET OF THE TEDDY VEGAS BAND NAME TOURNEY:

Wrong Number Booty Call vs. Jack of None.

DESCRIPTION OF THE DAY:

He was a dada-istic primitivist with a cubist bent who liked to art direct faces without the use of make-up. OK, he was a boxer.

ANECDOTE OF THE DAY/CARTOON WITHOUT ILLUSTRATION OF THE DAY:

A girl was saying how the commencement address at her college (Lehigh) was going be given by the blind woman who climbed Mt. Everest. Her mother responded in all seriousness: “That’s too bad. Lehigh has such a beautiful campus.”

CELEBRITY OBSERVATION OF THE DAY:

Heather MIlls has reportedly received an $102 Million divorce settlement from Paul McCartney. Just to put that amount in perspective: That's $102 Million per leg!

RIGHTEOUS PHENOMENON OF THE DAY:

The Bush-Gore karmic chiasmus. Gore, recovering from having had the election stolen from him in 2000 to win the Nobel Prize during the week that Bush hits an all time low presidential approval rating. For Bush the 7 intervening years have marked a steady decline. For Gore a steady ascent. It's almost enough to make you believe in karma.

FAQ of the DAY:

Why the long face, Sarah Jessica?

LFAQ of the DAY:

Which would sell most: Abu Graib action figures, Blackwater action figures or Congressional inaction figures?

NOTE FROM THE JOURNAL OF MOURNING OF THE DAY:

Watching comedy sketches at Upright Citizen's Brigade. A boy is attacked by a monster who comes out of the closet but he is not scared. He explains it's because his mother just died and nothing could be worse than that. He starts sobbing and the monsters try to console him. My own recent parental loss hits me anew and i just start staring at some discarded props on the floor of the stage as my spirit leaves the building. It takes me a while to return. After the show, we exit into the crisp autumn night. The season of change is announcing itself. I bid adieu to my friends and, as i'm about to head into the subway to go uptown, i notice a Dunkin Donuts--my father's favorite fast food franchise and the place where I sat for food with him for the last time just a few months ago. I go in and sit there alone. It is a Friday night and I am eating donuts in his honor and feeling his absence in my bones as i enter my first autumn without him.

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