T-Muffle is stocking up on lavendar salt rubs as we speak

Everyone’s talking about how to turn blogs into books, but I, for one, like them exactly as they are: The serialized format, the uncertainty about when the next post is coming, makes for the equivalent of novelistic suspense. If I have only 15 minutes a day for my own pleasure reading, I’ll take to bed, not with a book, but with a Wi-Fi laptop. The only problem with blogs as pleasure reading: You can’t take them into the bathtub.

Dana, this is true. On the other hand, we’re sure if you wanted to take certain BLOGGERS into the bathtub — say, Mark, for instance, or Ed – they would be only too happy to comply.

Posted by altehaggen in General @ Friday, December 31, 2004 1:20 pm | | Comments (4)

Finally, viral marketing used for something other than photos of Britney’s cellulite

Tsunami Help has just been mentioned on MSNBC as THE PRIMARY WEB SITE FOR THE RECOVERY EFFORT. Well done, Hurree.

Posted by altehaggen in General @ Thursday, December 30, 2004 2:20 pm | | Comments (0)

Youthful pics, as requested

Orbach Newsday has a gallery of Orbach images. Mediabistro also has a roundup of links. (Scroll down; no permalink.) Orbach’s “Law & Order” performance was so persuasive and indelible - and in no small measure a reflection of Orbach himself - that it has tended to obscure one of the great Broadway careers of the last half century. He played Billy Flynn Orbachagain opposite Chita Rivera and Gwen Verdon in the orginal Broadway production of “Chicago” in 1975, and opposite Jane Alexander in 1965’s “6 Rms Riv Vu.” A generation of Broadway theatergoers almost certainly best remember him as Chuck Baxter in 1968’s “Promises, Promises” - the same role played by Jack Lemmon in Billy Wilder’s 1960 movie adaptation of “The Apartment,” on which Burt Bacharach musical was based - and as Julian Marsh in the original “42nd Street.”

Posted by altehaggen in General @ 2:03 pm | | Comments (0)

Great moments in Journalism (pace T-Muffle)

Know what’s worse than being fired from your job at the paper because your bosses discover your blog? BEING FEATURED AS BLOG OF THE WEEK AT YOUR PAPER THE PREVIOUS WEEK.

Posted by altehaggen in WTF @ 1:37 pm | | Comments (8)

Tell the truth. The novels. Awful or good?

Okay. We are very ashamed to admit that the only Sontag we have ever read is On Photography (not really), her essay on camp (very distracted during) and A Mother in History. (Fascinated, but that was Jean Stafford. Shit.) Luckily, Ed has compiled links galore on the author. We will stop being so ADD and read them.

Posted by altehaggen in Lit-ish @ Wednesday, December 29, 2004 10:59 pm | | Comments (2)

Brief pause for seriousness

Huree at Kitabkhana has sent out a URL, Tsunami Help, where people can go for news and information about resources, aid, donations and volunteer efforts. Please go and give. Also, if anyone has any information about local donation sites in your area, please pass it along in the comments.

Posted by altehaggen in General @ 10:40 pm | | Comments (2)

Fuck Susan Sontag…LENNIE!

Brisco Orbach’s Lennie Briscoe was the Philip Marlowe of television, known for his dry, Bogart-like delivery of crime-scene one-liners. Finding a university ID on one murder victim, he quipped, “She can forget about midterms.” Told by a spacey suspect that a crime was the devil’s work, he retorted, “No, this was done by someone who knows the neighborhood. Satan’s not a local.”

Please thank Slate’s Liz Penn aka Dana Stevens for her fond appreciation of Jerry Orbach aka Lennie Briscoe, the most deadpan cop on the beat. (You have been duly saved from our dramatic reenactment of scene-of-the-murder one-liners we cannot quite remember, e.g., of a garroted doctor, “Now, he’s really tied up,” or of suicide-pact tennis players, “Guess it was Love-Love.”) To hear Orbach sang – who knew he could sang? — listen to NPR’s obit.

Posted by altehaggen in General @ 9:47 pm | | Comments (1)

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