tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-53762802024-03-18T03:55:18.215-04:00The Corsair"If you leave me now/ You'll take away the biggest part of me/ Ooo oh, no, baby please don't go"The Corsairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01804543581141264145noreply@blogger.comBlogger9228125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5376280.post-51963317573055102802018-06-18T14:22:00.000-04:002018-06-18T14:22:11.551-04:00My TumblrCheck out <a href="http://ronmwangaguhunga.tumblr.com/">http://ronmwangaguhunga.tumblr.com</a> for the latest posts.The Corsairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01804543581141264145noreply@blogger.com43tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5376280.post-23003931492415990042016-12-13T10:22:00.001-05:002016-12-13T10:22:40.842-05:00President Obama on The Daily Show<div>
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The Corsairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01804543581141264145noreply@blogger.com64tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5376280.post-13070594887991528372016-12-10T11:51:00.002-05:002016-12-10T12:04:36.378-05:00Naomi Andree Campbell's The Consonant of Noise <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Walking into <b>Naomi Andree Campbell's</b> intense and thoughtful installation <i>The Consonant of Noise</i> on ISCP's first floor the initial feeling is one of "Cave," especially because there are no windows in the space, no intrusions from the outside world. A cave has many connotations: a symbol of Nature, of the earth; a mythic, or liminal-prehistorical space; a reference to the Platonic allegory of ignorance.<br />
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When asked directly about certain aspects of the installation mean, the artist is mum. She prefers to create questions rather than give definitive answers. In her artistic statement Campbell announces:<br />
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And the question here is, roughly, should we <a href="http://www.npr.org/2014/12/10/367842658/debate-should-we-genetically-modify-food">genetically modify food</a>?<br />
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The subject of the piece is the intersection of Science and Art in the form of the global food crisis -- Agriculture and Humanitarianism, where they actually meet, how they inform one another. Divining the meaning is not easy and probably not meant to be definitive. And yet, despite the complexity of the work, the music, the muted gradations of shadow all conspire to put the observer at peace. Stained glass and metal sculptures spring forth from the ground like cornstalks in a field, albeit corn stalks that call to mind DNA structures. Materials organic (actual corn kernels, glass) and materials inorganic (x-rays) express in their curious interplay the fraught relationship between Science and Art.<br />
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My initial impression of "Cave," it turns out, was instinctively correct: the entire room, bathed in blue electronic light and shadow overlaid with ambient music, is an allegory of Plato's allegorical cave.<br />
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Is the GMO humanitarian narrative blind -- <a href="http://www.globalresearch.ca/unmasking-the-gmo-humanitarian-narrative/5446855">or at least shortsighted</a>? Is technology Platonically virtuous? Can technology even be Platonically virtuous? Are GMO opponents merely a part of a necessary equation involving GMO enthusiasts?<br />
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There are no easy answers. This work though equally partaking in the forms of both Science and Art evokes many serious questions. Therein, perhaps in that particular engagement, between artist and participant, lies the meaning?<br />
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<b>Naomi Andree Campbell </b>is next exhibiting in Puerto Rico from February through March at the Peligro Amarillo in San Juan.<br />
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<br />The Corsairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01804543581141264145noreply@blogger.com75tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5376280.post-50022665273839546962016-08-17T14:11:00.003-04:002016-08-17T14:16:04.664-04:00John McLaughlin, RIP<div class="entry__mc-content__rail entry__mc-content__rail--main">
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Yes, yes, I know, Holy political purist: The McLaughlin Group could be <a href="https://www.washingtonpost.com/politics/john-mclaughlin-provocateur-of-public-affairs-tv-dies-at-89/2016/08/16/f5a6ac42-63ec-11e6-96c0-37533479f3f5_story.html">indirectly blamed for the coarsening of American political dialogue (Averted Gaze)</a>.<b> John McLaughlin</b> was almost certainly a provocateur, prodding his subservient panel to heated argument and controversial statements. But I for one never really took the man or the show <i>for that that </i>seriously, so that's why maybe I am not so hot-around-the-collar over the death of the host of the McLaughlin Group.<br />
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And how could you really take it all that seriously? The production values were atrocious, the program was 22-minutes long soaking wet and it gave maybe 4-minutes tops to discussing issues as weighty as the START Treaty or Turkish membership in the European Union. I got my information, quite frankly, from<i> the New York Times and Washington Post </i>-- even in high school and certainly in college -- but I got my political entertainment, and I have always loved political entertainment, back in the day, from <i>the McLaughlin Group</i>.<br />
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I have been watching <i>The
McLaughlin Group</i> since before I went to college, which seems like aeons ago in retrospect. In those days it was John,<b> Jack Germond, Eleanor, Pat Buchanan and <a href="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/ron-mwangaguhunga/rip-robert-novak_b_262229.html">Robert Novak</a></b>. Novak soon left (or, rather, was fired), as did Germond. But Eleanor and Pat -- the shows barometers of left and right -- always reamined, loyalists to the end.<br />
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What I loved most about the show is how McLaughlin created a narrative beyond the politics involving the panelists on the show. John would openly flirt with Eleanor Clift (who was married at the time), "<i>Eleanor, Eleanor, gee you're swell and all</i>," he crooned, badly. Sometime panelist <b>Freddie "the Beetle" Barnes</b> was a stone-cold geek, and billionaire <b>Mort Zuckerman</b> endured endless ribbing about his money, a source of infinite McLaughlin's envy. McLaughlin kept mentioning the rumpled Germond's weakness for "the track," in careless whispers (Ah, the 80s). I always thought it was all very old school, very HL Mencken-ish, the image of a rumpled, chubby Germond, armed with a hip flask at the track betting on a substantial tip from an equally soused colleague. Germond always seemed about as enchanted in being a panelist on the show as he would have been with an impromptu prostate examination. From his obituary:<br />
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<i>He later characterized that program — which for better or worse was
intended to be a high-pitched political food fight — as 'really bad TV.'
He said he had stayed only so he could pay his daughter’s medical
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<span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}"><span class="UFICommentBody _1n4g">I
have no illusions about the "badness" of the show, oh purist media commentators. It was bad politics and after the age of 21 I never learned anything new from watching the show. </span></span><span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}"><span class="UFICommentBody _1n4g"><span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}"><span class="UFICommentBody _1n4g">The budget for McLaughlin Group was clearly cut-rate, although the panel
probably made out like bandits. </span></span>That having been
said, it was entertaining (particularly to young politcs geeks),
nostalgic (to those same politics geeks returning home from college), lovingly
predictable (one always knew where Eleanor and Pat stood on an issue),
and a wonderful prod to open conversation over the holidays (especially among my close immediate
family of Ugandan immigrants). I loved the show largely because it was a part of my childhood and adulthood, it was entertainment that brought my Ugandan-American immigrant family closer together. </span></span>Over the years many of my politics-geek friends from diverse backgrounds have said much the same.<br />
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last few years though the old guy had been getting up there in age, and
it showed. He is not as quick on the draw. McLaughlin read most of his
dialogue from a sheet that was probably prepared by someone else. He
spoke less and less, allowing the panelists to dominate the conversation
-- something the old McLaughlin would never have allowed. I’ve noticed,
I’m sure a lot
of fans have, that the show was winding down. The schedule was really
starting to wear on the former Jesuit priest, which made the last
episodes all the more sad. "The sharpest minds, best sources, hardest
talk” has come to an abrupt end. I
particularly loved the year-end “awards” show (or is it Thanksgiving ―
“gobble gobble”) when the panel ― Pat, Eleanor, now Tom and <b>Clarence Page</b> ―
dress up at their Beltway swishiest, while McLaughlin gets his festive red blazer out of the back of his mothballed
closet. I also remember the moving tribute John gave to Eleanor's husband, <span class="st"><b>Tom Brazaitis</b> on the occasion of his death. And after the death of Tom Brazaitis, Eleanor wore black for what seemed like the rest of the year. I remember wondering aloud "How long can a human being mourn."?</span><br />
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<span class="st">And then one day Eleanor laughed, and stopped wearing black, and the show becamse light again.</span><br />
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the Second Persian Gulf War when
Eleanor and Pat Buchanan, curiously, were <i>on the same side of the fence </i>―liberalism
and paleoconservative at one in an odd post-Cold war moment where even
neoconservative <b>Jeanne Kirkpatrick</b> leaned "America First." Although Pat
Buchanan frequently said unfortunate
things ― especially about immigrants and race ― his paleoconservative
critique
of <b>Tony Blankley's</b> mainstream conservatism-neoconservatism was something not
seen on the cable networks. And now Buchanan’s paleoconservatism has
come up again as highly relevant via the rise of Trump.</span></span><br />
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last year, however, John McLaughlin totally
missed the Brexit. That was a clarion sign that something was not quite
right in McLaughlinWorld. I mean, this was Jesuit,
philosophically-trained John McLaughlin, right? </span></span><br />
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<span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}"><span class="UFICommentBody _1n4g">I have no idea if they continue
with the show (McLaughlin Group hosted by Eleanor Clift?) or if this is the end of
an era.If they do continue with Pat or Eleanor hosting, it will not quite be the same. </span></span><br />
While the young breathe a collective "Whatevs" at the death of such a louche beltway public television provocateur, those of us who grew up in the shadow of the Cold War loved the madcap, almost antic comic vibe that pervaded the McLaughlin Show. Whether or not McLaughlin meant the show to be taken as entertainment, I most certainly did. And as entertainment -- or, rather, political entertainment -- it was a pretty good thing.<br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">Whether you liked it or abstained entirely, Gawker was an influential part of the Manhattan media landscape over the last decade and a half. Journalism changed from the introduction of the Gawker blend of snarkiness (a cousin to <i>Spy's</i>) and their obsessive personal coverage of the 1%. For 14-years Gawker ran roughshod -- for good or for ill -- over the wealthy, the famous and the powerful as an independent media company with a heck of a lot of moxy. Oftentimes that brash spirit overstepped the bounds of good taste and, quite frankly ethics. But they have always been somewhat good to this blog over the years, particularly in the beginning years.<br /><br />On Wednesday night there was a hint of autumnal sadness in the air even as the wine was being tossed back, a sense that an era is ending. And it has -- or it will -- next week, when Gawker is sold to a large media conglomerate (Ziff-Davis?) with large enough pockets and a hunger for their data.<br /><br /><b>Lockhart Steele, Elizabeth Spiers, Lindsay Robertson</b> were among the crowd which seemed to include just about every member of the Gawker team past and present as well as every media reporter in the city, which is quite a feat in the thick of August. A lot of the Gawker team of the past are now married and with kids.<br /><br />Part of the sadness of the night involves the fact that the ending of Gawker involves a victory for the bad guys, one in particular. <b>Peter Thiel</b>, who funded the <b>Hulk Hogan</b> lawsuit -- and the others is the winner. <b>Anil Dash</b> summed it up nicely on <a href="https://twitter.com/anildash/status/763794740160696321">Twitter</a>. "<span style="background-color: #f5f8fa; color: #292f33; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; line-height: 22px; white-space: pre-wrap;">We know Thiel funded <b>James O'Keefe's </b>attacks on ACORN & Planned Parenthood. We know he backs Trump's violent, fascist campaign. Who's next?"</span></span><br />
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The evening began with a terrible thunderstorm, but by the time <i>Brana's Birthday Plunge</i> began at the far west end of the island of Manhattan, the sun had come out once again. At the plunge Hotel Bar & Rooftop at the Hotel Gansevoort on July 14th model and writer <b>Brana Dane</b> celebrate her birthday. <a href="https://www.facebook.com/pages/Plunge-Bar-Hotel-Gansenvoort-Rooftop-Meatpacking-District-New/158274127711744" id="yiv9090591755yui_3_16_0_1_1468515535346_4858" rel="nofollow" style="color: #4b4f56; cursor: pointer; font-size: 14px; position: relative; text-decoration: none; z-index: 2;" target="_blank"> </a><br />
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Trump cast his characteristic pall over the Chattering Class today at <i>Michaels </i>restaurant in Midtown Manhattan. It seemed no matter where one turned, the conversation inevitably inched towards Trumpworld. "Is he really going to win?" everyone seemed to be asking. As <i>The Corsair </i>walked in to meet <b>David Patrick Columbia</b> at Table 8, we were greeted to the site of <b>Judy Collins</b>, she of the ethereal voice, crouched under a large summer hat, going incognito (Isn't the point of Michaels on a Wednesday to be highly visible?). Still, she can do no wrong in <i>The Corsair's</i> blog. We have loved Collins madly ever since watching her on <i>Sesame Street</i> in our youth, singing "Yesterday, Today and Tomorrow."(Long sigh)<br />
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There was a lot of "Yesterday" -- of nostalgia -- underpinning the general fear over a Trump planet. <a href="https://twitter.com/kathleighscott">Kathryn Leigh Scott</a>, who played Josette DePres on <i>Dark Shadows</i> was among the well-heeled. She has just authored a new book <a href="http://www.storycirclebookreviews.org/reviews/lastdance.shtml">Last Dance at the Savoy,</a> her memoir and has been on the circuit promoting. Her husband, who passed away, gave David his first job at <i>Los Angeles </i>magazine. They did some catching up while The Corsair caught up with AdAge and Mediabistro's awesome <b>Diane Clehane</b>, on Dark Shadows, on Outlander and why she really ought to watch #GameofThrones.<br />
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The conversation was largely about politics, about pop culture: the OJ telemovies, Paris Hilton (heralding the death of the traditional socialite, the Kardashians, the financial crisis, the Presidential election, Bernie Sanders, the cell-phonification of restaurants nowadays and why men when they get older love History. And, of course, Writing. I have wanted to become a professional writer since I was about eight and was happy to learn that roughly the same was true for David. Do kids today have that sense of what they want to do and the desire to do it even if it does not always mean great wealth? Is vocational happiness worth pursuing even with the knowledge that wealth on that career path will be elusive?<br />
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Also in the crowd: <b>Star Jones, Dennis Bosso and Jack Meyers.</b> Things slowed down after Memorial Day, summer house season, especially as the Cannes Lion events are being held a world away. Can Trump really win? The general consensus, among those that The Corsair spoke to this afternoon, is a general sense of fear at the possibility.The Corsairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01804543581141264145noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5376280.post-40780584480034270012016-04-23T11:12:00.000-04:002016-04-23T11:24:27.767-04:00MacBeth Unhinged Starring Olivia Maxwell<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="360" mozallowfullscreen="" src="https://player.vimeo.com/video/161676453" webkitallowfullscreen="" width="640"></iframe><br />
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400 years ago today, Shakespeare shuffled off the mortal coil and left this world. This is a perfect time to pivot to an interesting new film about the man's work. Lyme disease activist and all-around swell gal <b>Olivia Maxwell</b> has a substantial supporting role in <b>Angus Macfadyen's</b> new feature <a href="http://rappahannocknews.newspaperdirect.com/epaper/viewer.aspx?noredirect=true">Macbeth Unhinged</a>. "<span class="_5yl5">I saw the final cut- I am blown away," said Olivia. "My dad spoke and lead the Q and A it he compared the filming to Truffaults, 'Day for Night' and Kurosawa, my dad was blown away."</span><br />
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Strange friendships in NYC. Jewish NYC actor Harvey Keitel is friends with rambunctious paleoconservative Greek writer Taki. <a href="https://www.blogger.com/My%20friendship%20with%20Harvey%20Keitel%20began%20the%20first%20time%20we%20met,%20at%20a%20Chuck%20Pfeifer%20lunch%20for%20people%20who%20don%E2%80%99t%20move%20their%20lips%20while%20reading.%20It%20was%20at%20a%20gentlemen%E2%80%99s%20club%20in%20New%20York%20about%20twenty%20years%20ago.%20I%20asked%20him%20what%20a%20nice%20Jewish%20boy%20from%20Brooklyn%20was%20doing%20in%20the%20Marine%20Corps%20instead%20of%20%E2%80%9Cbeing%20on%20Wall%20Street%20screwing%20Christians.%E2%80%9D%20He%20roared%20with%20laughter%20and%20asked%20no%20one%20in%20particular,%20%E2%80%9CWho%20is%20this%20guy?%20I%20like%20him.%E2%80%9D%20Well,%20it%20was%20a%20fun%20night%20at%20Carnegie%20Hall,%20not%20even%20spoiled%20by%20a%20ghastly%20neocon%20by%20the%20name%20of%20Max%20Boot%20interviewing%20the%20general%20and%20sounding%20as%20though%20a%20valet%20were%20asking%20the%20questions.%20General%20Petraeus%20got%20a%20very%20raw%20deal%E2%80%94only%20in%20Anglo-Saxon%20countries%20does%20one%20lose%20his%20job%20for%20bedding%20a%20woman%E2%80%94but%20Boot%20should%20stick%20to%20fluttering%20like%20a%20moth%20around%20celebrity%20flames%20and%20leave%20the%20questions%20to,%20well,%20yours%20truly.%20%20%20Please%20share%20this%20article%20by%20using%20the%20link%20below.%20When%20you%20cut%20and%20paste%20an%20article,%20Taki%27s%20Magazine%20misses%20out%20on%20traffic,%20and%20our%20writers%20don%27t%20get%20paid%20for%20their%20work.%20Email%20editors@takimag.com%20to%20buy%20additional%20rights.%20http://takimag.com/article/the_highest_bidder_taki/print#ixzz46CdZniLU">To wit</a>:<br />
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"<b>The issue of succession</b> is a difficult matter not just for family-run businesses but for the families that run them. Take the Murdochs, for instance. Or the Binghams, the Kentucky newspaper clan that imploded in the 1980s. Historically speaking, transitions in the Sulzberger family, which has run the New York <i>Times </i>for 119 years, have not gone all that smoothly. During the paper’s early days, patriarch Adolph Ochs agonized over which heir should follow him: his nephew Julius Ochs Adler or his son-in-law, Arthur Hays Sulzberger. (His daughter, Iphigene, was never considered.) The competition took a toll on all involved. In 1932, Sulzberger suffered a stress-induced heart attack, which crippled his left hand; a year later, Adler had a nervous breakdown and spent six weeks in a mental institution. Ochs clung to the notion that maybe they could share the crown. “There can be only one head to a business,” Sulzberger replied. Ultimately, Ochs punted on the decision. When he died in 1935, his will essentially left it to Arthur, Julius, and Iphigene to work it out among themselves. Iphigene, being the deciding vote, supported her husband, thus cleaving a fault line in the family that was never repaired. The Adlers and Sulzbergers stopped speaking. In 1959, the final Adler was forced out of the paper. Now, three generations and 80 years later, Ochs’s descendants are confronting a similar dilemma: Multiple capable family members from different branches want the top job. The House of Sulzberger is made up of four families, all descendants of Ochs’s daughter, and each harbors its own ambitions and grievances. The central rivalry is between the two most powerful wings: the Goldens and the Sulzbergers. But the outcome is not just a matter of family politics; the next publisher of the New York <i>Times</i> will be responsible for preserving the independence of the country’s greatest newspaper in an increasingly challenging media environment. In recent months, I spoke with more than 65 current and former <i>Times</i> executives and journalists, plus Sulzberger-family members, advisers, and friends, to learn how the company is grooming its short list of potential successors. Three finalists have emerged ..." (<a href="http://nymag.com/daily/intelligencer/2015/08/new-york-times-heirs.html">NYMag</a>)<br />
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"On Sunday night Murdoch put out word, through his personal Twitter account, that "it's time" for Bloomberg, a fellow mogul who completed a third term as New York City mayor in 2013 and<a href="http://money.cnn.com/2014/09/03/media/michael-bloomberg-return/?iid=EL"> now runs </a>Bloomberg LP, the financial data and media firm he founded decades ago.The tweets were intriguing not just because Murdoch seemed to be publicly drafting Bloomberg, but because Murdoch was sharply critical of GOP frontrunner Donald Trump earlier this summer. Murdoch seemed to soften his stance against Trump as the candidate soared in the polls. Now the comments complimenting Bloomberg call that into question. Murdoch framed it this way: "With Trump becoming very serious candidate, it's time for next billionaire candidate, Mike Bloomberg to step into ring. Greatest mayor." A little while later, seemingly responding to Twitter users' complaints about Bloomberg as a micro-managing "nanny state" mayor, Murdoch wrote: "Agree much about Bloomberg, nannystate, etc, but still a great philanthropic executive who, with Guiliani [sic], made NY the greatest." A couple of hours later, he followed up again with: "I did not say I would vote for him! Just a friend I admire." Notions of a Bloomberg bid for president come and go, but Murdoch's tweets are sure to trigger more such talk." (<a href="http://money.cnn.com/2015/08/23/media/rupert-murdoch-michael-bloomberg-president/index.html">CNNMoney</a>)<br />
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"<strong><em>The Sunday papers. </em></strong>There was an interesting real estate story in the “Fashion and Style” section of yesterday’s <em>Times </em>“<a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2015/08/23/fashion/helen-gurley-brown-cosmopolitan-editor-hearst-legacy.html" target="_blank">Who Owns Helen Gurley Brown’s Legacy?</a>” by <strong>Katherine Rosman</strong>. The center of the piece, the elephant in the living room, is the quadriplex apartment tower in the Beresford that belonged to <strong>David and Helen Gurley Brown</strong>.<em> </em>David died at 93 in February 2010, and Helen followed him in August, 2012 at age 90. The issue in the <em>Times</em> piece is centered around the apartment which some brokers today say could go for $50 million. It seems that the apartment, like everything else that belonged to the Browns, has been taken under the wing of Hearst Corporation and a woman named <strong>Eve Burton, </strong> who is a Hearst vice-president as well as co-executor of Helen’s will. In fact the officers of the foundation and trustees of the copyrights on Helen’s material are <em>all </em>Hearst executives. They believe that Helen Gurley Brown and the “brand” (as Burton refers to it in the article) are one and the same. This is not so remarkable since the Browns died with no next of kin or close relatives, so their entire estate went into foundations and on to charities. The board of the Beresford co-op, however, want the apartment sold. It is very unusual for an estate with no heirs but charities to be held off the market for more than six months. It is very unclear why Hearst and Ms. Burton have not sold the property and added the proceeds to the Browns’ foundation. <strong>William Zabel</strong>, probably the most important and influential lawyer in New York in the matter of rich estates, was quoted in Rosman’s piece saying “This is a strange, strange story. There is no good reason for keeping an apartment more than six months.” For me it was firstly the reminder that as long as I knew the Browns, I was never in their apartment, nor were many of their close friends. Although they were very social they rarely entertained. If they did indeed have people over, it was seldom, and I never knew of it. It didn’t strike me as odd, however, as they, being a working couple, tended to either prefer a quiet dinner at home, or be out with friends. " (<a href="http://www.newyorksocialdiary.com/social-diary/2015/the-sunday-papers">NYSD</a>) The Corsairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01804543581141264145noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5376280.post-48194348015656851162015-08-18T17:16:00.000-04:002015-08-18T17:16:12.265-04:00John Oliver on Televangelists<br /><br />
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"This isn’t about whether Hillary Clinton wins the Democratic nomination, which is likely. It isn’t even about whether she becomes our next president, which she has a better chance of doing than anyone else. It’s about basic respect — for us and for the truth. Why, when she took office as secretary of state, did she decide to route <a href="http://www.washingtonpost.com/politics/how-clintons-team-went-from-nonchalant-to-nervous-over-e-mail-controversy/2015/08/14/347f1066-405e-11e5-9561-4b3dc93e3b9a_story.html" title="www.washingtonpost.com">official e-mails</a> through a server in her suburban New York mansion? There is just one plausible explanation: She wanted control. Clinton was no stranger to the rules of the federal government. She had to know that if she used a State Department account, her 60,000-plus e-mails would become part of the official record. She certainly knew, without any doubt, that her political opponents would delight in rummaging through her communications. Let’s be honest: Hillary and Bill Clinton do have enemies, lots of them, who show no compunction about launching unfair and vicious attacks. She must have wanted to make sure they never got the chance. But all of that is beside the point. If you accept the job of secretary of state, you inevitably surrender some of your privacy. Any public official’s work-related e-mails are the modern equivalent of the letters, memos and diaries that fill the National Archives. They tell our nation’s history and belong to all of us. Even if your name is Clinton, you have no right to unilaterally decide what is included and what is not." (<a href="https://www.washingtonpost.com/opinions/apologizing-for-the-e-mail-mess/2015/08/17/d8853068-4514-11e5-8e7d-9c033e6745d8_story.html">Eugene Robinson</a>)<br />
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"<strong><em>This past Saturday night out in Wainscott</em></strong> in the Hamptons, ARF was hosting its annual <em>Bow Wow and Meow Gala</em> with more than 400 attending. That’s a good number for any fundraiser anywhere including Manhattan. That’s real support. And they raised more than $700,000. In fact it was their most successful event in the 41 years of the organization. They honored <strong>Peter Marino</strong>, the tycoon of architect/interior designers. In. The. World. If you don’t know who he is, you know his buildings and have probably been in them many times. His designs are of-the-moment contemporary. His costume, which he adapted publicly several years ago, and wears where e’er he goes, is the of-the-moment contemporary for him.He’s a very friendly fellow, in a neighborly way, a major culture aficionado with his wife <strong>Jane</strong>. They have long been famous for their concert/dinners in their East 57th Street aerie over near Sutton Place. To demonstrate his gratitude for the honor, he adopted two kitties from ARF, <strong>Spider</strong> and <strong>Ferret</strong>. He has also underwritten dog runs at the shelter. <strong><em>It was a beautiful summer night out there</em></strong>. <strong>Peter Duchin</strong> provided the music for the background and the dance. <strong>Brooke Shields</strong> was emcee, and told the crowd that she hurt her foot giving a treat to her adopted pup. The glam and summery décor was provided by those impresarios of taste and celebration, <strong>David Monn </strong>and<strong> Alex Papachristidis. </strong>All of this under a big open tent on the grounds of ARF." <a href="http://www.newyorksocialdiary.com/social-diary/2015/bow-wow-and-meow">(NYSD</a>)<br />
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"Much has been made of <strong>Barack Obama’s</strong> 'fourth quarter,' during which the president’s administration has ticked off a string of accomplishments that range from negotiating a nuclear deal with Iran and normalizing relations with Cuba to unveiling sweeping executive orders on immigration and commuting dozens of prison sentences for non-violent offenders. And now, signs are emerging Obama doesn’t see January 20, 2017—the end point of his presidency—as any reason to hit the brakes. Obama has been judiciously planning his life after the White House, which political insiders believe will come together around a foundation—one that could mushroom to an endowment of $1 billion." (<a href="http://www.vanityfair.com/news/2015/08/obama-life-after-white-house">VanityFair</a>)<br />
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"I am on a 125-foot schooner, the <em>Aello</em>, built in Hamburg, Germany, in 1921 by Max Oertz and commissioned by <strong>Anthony Benakis</strong>, a great Greek benefactor. She has been totally and perfectly refitted by her present proprietor, a Greek shipowner, and I have chartered her for a fortnight’s cruise with my son and grandchildren. The crew is splendid, all six Greek, who love to sail even under these stormlike conditions. Our one and only mistake was to come to this shit island, now overrun by nouveaux riches 'cool' people, which means vulgarity like never before rules the roost ... As I write, I’m heading back there once my daughter and her hubby arrive to this modern Sodom. What makes this trip fun is the crew and its willingness to put up the sails and travel. I have many friends who have houses in Mykonos, but they use them like Fort Zinderneuf. They venture out only when absolutely necessary. Once upon a time this was a magical island, with unblemished beaches, very clear water, and very few visitors as Mykonos is 90 miles from Athens with an open sea in between. Then Jackie Kennedy Onassis visited the place and bought some local trinkets."<a href="http://takimag.com/article/across_the_isles_taki/print#axzz3j5c4LX9j"> (Taki</a>)<br />
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"<strong><em>On the avenue. </em></strong>I took this picture of the very young couple resting by the litter barrel this past Wednesday afternoon about three o’clock on the of the southeast corner of Madison Avenue and East 57th Street.They didn’t look the part – homeless, penniless, down and out. In other parts of the city, the homeless begin to look the part. But this 'look' is now often the case of people you see panhandling on the streets, especially in midtown near Fifth Avenue and 57th Street, which is just about the highest rent for retail and commercial businesses. Your imagination fills in the story. A bag of potato chips, a couple cans of soda, vitamins (?!), and heavy fatigue having set in. If I wanted to leave them a 'gift,' there was no place to put it without waking them up. They forgot why they were there. Many will conclude this is a matter of drugs. Maybe but I’m not so sure. Even if there has been drug taking, what led to this? That is the crucial question. Whatever it was, it happened not very long ago, from the looks of them. Maybe that morning. They were both cleanly dressed and clean. Those very young fragile feet had never seen much walking. Were they runaways? From what? <strong><em>The day. Last Thursday was one of those. </em></strong>I took this picture of the Crown Building at 1 PM, right after I got out of my cab at 57th Street and Fifth Avenue. This is on the northeast corner. For many years it was the jewel in the crown for I. Miller shoes. I took the photo because in the midday Sun the gold on the building was glistening. I couldn’t get it with my camera. <strong>Ferdinand and Immelda Marcos</strong> once secretly owned the Crown. It was bought in 1991 by <strong>Elliot Spitzer’s </strong>father for $93 million. The Spitzer family sold it last December for $1.75 billion. Bulgari occupies the ground floor." (<a href="http://www.newyorksocialdiary.com/social-diary/2015/a-week-to-remember">NYSD</a>)<br />
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They were very often masked balls, giving guests — and hosts — the opportunity to expand their horizons of interest and make new acquaintances discreetly. They were what they remain today, although quite differently, the opportunity to bring people together and to entertain. From the 17th century, <strong>Louis XIV</strong> set the tone with his grand bals at Versailles. Three centuries later,<strong> Elsa Maxwell</strong> set the tone for New York with the April in Paris Ball (in the 1950s) at the Waldorf-Astoria. The following is a brief compilation of some of those grand bals which I wrote for the August issue of <em>Quest</em> magazine's annual '400' issue. <strong><em>To most Americans, a Bal, a grand ball is a special formal occasion</em></strong>, a dance where men dress in black tie, and women in gowns. Very often it’s a fund-raising effort for a charity. To children, the ball is where Cinderella met the Prince. She meets the prince, then she has to disappear (otherwise she’ll turn into a pumpkin) and the prince, already madly in love with her, doesn’t know her name. It was other worldly, make believe. The tradition of the Grand Bal, however, reaches back centuries to the days when monarchs ruled the world. It was an occasion to demonstrate Power. A king would give a ball to demonstrate his political power, and because he was king, he had deep pockets for for entertaining his guests. <strong>Louis XIV</strong> is a perfect example. With his personal monument to himself, the palace of Versailles, he had complete control of his “people,” beginning with the nobles. His entertainments served to focus on that reality and to make its site available to confirm it in the minds of others. The intent was also to send messages. His lavish luxury also sent a message to the foreigners, diplomats, businessmen and aristocracy: all powerful. He had the power to amaze." (<a href="http://www.newyorksocialdiary.com/social-diary/2015/the-thrill-of-the-grand-bal">NYSD</a>) <br />
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"I met <strong>Donald Trump</strong> during the late ’90s, at a grand party thrown by Lord Black for his wife’s 60th birthday. It was in New York, <strong>Conrad Black</strong> was at the height of his power as a press lord, and his wife Barbara ditto, writing beautiful conservative stuff for major British and Canadian papers. I was seated next to <strong>Melania Trump</strong>, The Donald’s third and present wife, and we hit it off extremely well. Our bête noir was that grotesque excuse for a secretary of state, <strong>Madeleine Albright</strong>. Melania is from the ex-Yugoslavia, and well aware that establishing a Muslim zone in the middle of the Balkans, as the Clinton administration had done, was a disaster in the making. So the two of us blasted away until a certain <strong>Richard Burt</strong>—former <em>Times</em> man and, I believe, ambassador to Germany—cut in on our conversation rather rudely. Although I pride myself on old-fashioned manners, this was not the time to exhibit them. I told Burt that one more word out of him and he would be sucking on his gums for the next month or so. End of discussion." (<a href="http://takimag.com/article/the_virtue_of_hostility_taki/print#axzz3inaf2Upb">Taki</a>)<br />
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"I love Belgrade from all angles, even the air. Flying in one banks over a certain house that is distinctly visible, down to its details, and that’s because it’s not strictly a house, more of a Palace, the dimensions of which closely resemble a New York City block. From the air it is marvelous and from the ground it is also pretty swell. Beauty on a grand scale just proves that more is better.<br />
Since I’ve been in Belgrade I’ve rented all over town. I’ve seen the city from the suburbs to the center of the universe. The center of the universe being a bar called Tezga. This would be the equivalent of ‘Cheers’ to some, or the Green Parrot to others. While there are no live bands there are live humans who are reliably intriguing and I’ve had the pleasure of filling my Serbian cellphone with numbers of cool, hot, smart, funny types. All of them introduced to me by my pal Igor (Igor Stojanović whose grandfather was the personal bodyguard of my mother HRH Princess Jelisaveta Karađorđević back in the day!). Igor knows everyone and spends so much time at Tezga I’m surprised they don’t charge him rent. Speaking of rent, it is Igor who arranges for my rentals. A side businesses in between hooking up with hotties and frolicking with them on the beaches of Montenegro in summer and skiing the slopes of Kopaonik in winter." (<a href="https://www.facebook.com/permalink.php?story_fbid=1652435181703332&id=1606914752922042&comment_id=1652484865031697&notif_t=feed_comment&pnref=story">Christina Oxenberg</a>)<br />
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<br />The Corsairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01804543581141264145noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5376280.post-77007612658911119762015-08-10T12:40:00.001-04:002015-08-10T12:40:17.987-04:00Media-Whore D'euvres<br />
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"<strong><em>On Saturday out in East Hampton at the Library they were</em></strong> holding their annual Author’s Night – a night of booksignings. This is an annual event, and East Enders have the distinct advantage of having lots of artists and writers in the general neighborhood. So it is a community event. My friend <strong>Jesse Kornbluth</strong> was there signing his new novel 'Married Sex; A Love Story' (Open Road Integrated Media, publishers). Jesse is a friend of mine; a good friend, I should add, with whom I have had many hours of pleasure of the verbal kind – phone, email and across the table. He is an exceptionally bright person, a very hard working writer, a fulltime observer of the passing parade and now the adoring father of an only child whose welfare and benefit are his chief objectives at this time in his life. Many readers know him through his website headbutler.com. Longtime New Yorkers know him for his perspicacious profiles and interviews in <em>New York</em> Magazine’s golden era, as well as <em>Vanity Fair</em>. <strong><em>I have not read his book yet but</em></strong> he did do an interview, a self-interview as it happens, written especially for “reviewers/ editors. Under the circumstances I would tend to interview him myself, except knowing him, and having looked at this self-interview, I realize I couldn’t have done it better. Here is the first Q & A, for your edification: <strong><em>Q.“A novel about a threesome. Told in the first-person by the husband. Written by a married male writer. The question is obvious… </em></strong><em>A. Yes, I have been in a threesome, for several years, often for ten hours a day – in my head. Or, more plainly: “Married Sex” is fiction. The sex? I made it up, all of it. But if readers think this is a disguised memoir, I’ll be flattered. I like fiction that reads as if it’s truth. It delights me when friends read the book and say, “I can’t look you in the face.” </em>More, I cannot tell you. The official pub-date is in a couple of weeks, but it’s available right now." (<a href="http://www.newyorksocialdiary.com/social-diary/2015/when-everything-is-beautiful">NYSD</a>)<br />
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"<span style="color: #343434; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 24px;">Turkey’s decision to cooperate with the United States against the Islamic State (IS) has come as a surprise. The Turkish government’s position was that Bashar al-Assad and his regime were the primary threat and also the cause behind the IS’s rise in Syria. Efforts had to be focused on getting rid of Assad. This had led to considerable friction between the two NATO allies, especially over growing allegations, vehemently denied by Ankara, about the flow of foreign fighters, if not also military equipment, to the IS via Turkey. What has provoked Turkey’s 'game-changer' decision? </span><span style="color: #343434; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 24px;">A number of reasons. First, the explosion caused by the IS in Suruç—the Turkish town right across the border from the Kurdish-Syrian town of Kobani, badly damaged by the IS last fall—which killed activists preparing to cross the border with assistance for Kobani, was a stark reminder of the growing IS threat to Turkish security. The rounding up of IS sympathizers had already begun before the explosion. But the carnage made the government’s position untenable in the eyes of a public uncomfortable with the IS presence on the Turkish border, as well as with rumors that Turkey was implicated in aiding the IS. </span><span style="color: #343434; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 24px;">Second, in June, the Kurds in northern Syria, led by the Democratic Union Party (PYD), and their allies defeated the IS at Tel Abyad, a border town. This enabled the PYD to connect two separate Kurdish enclaves. This precipitated fears in Turkey that the next step for the PYD, seen in Turkey as an extension of the separatist Kurdistan Workers’ Party (PKK), would be to wrench control from the IS in the only non-Kurdish-controlled stretch along the Turkish border and merge it with another Kurdish enclave. This would have brought the whole Syria-Turkey border under Kurdish control at a time when the precarious ceasefire between Turkey and the PKK was crumbling. The ceasefire had been put in place in 2013 to support the 'Kurdish peace process.' The Turkish government considered the situation a major threat to national security, amid speculation that the United States was supporting the creation of a Kurdish state, stretching from northern Iraq to the Mediterranean. The only way to preempt this seemed to be to cooperate with the United States, clear this territory of the IS and hand it over to the non-extremist Syrian opposition. </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #343434; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 24px;">Third, the Turkish general elections last month left the governing Justice and Development Party (AKP) short of a majority. In blatant disregard of the constitution, President Recep Tayyip Erdoğan had campaigned aggressively in support of the AKP. However, the electorate, in a strategic move, punished him by channeling enough votes to the Kurdish People’s Democratic Party (HDP), enabling it to cross the notoriously high electoral threshold of 10 percent. </span><span style="color: #343434; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 24px;">The deal with the United States has now given the caretaker government a chance to take on the PKK. The AKP—supposed to be negotiating a coalition—is now banking on Erdoğan to use this insecure climate to reveal the HDP’s “true face” as an extension of the PKK and win back votes in a fresh election to form a government on its own. The constitution requires the president to call an early or repeat election, if parliamentary parties fail to form a government within 45 days. Last, Turkey appears to have reached an understanding with the United States that a safe zone will be created from where the IS will be pushed out. This, Ankara hopes, will help strengthen the regular Syrian opposition and enable the return of some of the two million Syrian refugees in Turkey. Their presence is becoming a financial burden and increasing resentment among locals. The safe zone would also become an area to which future refugee flows could be directed." (<a href="http://www.brookings.edu/blogs/order-from-chaos/posts/2015/07/30-big-deal-for-ankara-kirisci#.VbuKuDKj24g.twitter">Brookings</a>)</span><br />
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"<span style="background-color: white; color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.839216); font-family: freight-text-pro; font-size: 18px; line-height: 28px;">What does a journalistic church-state negotiation look like when the advertising side is not a valuable partner against whom editorial keeps some leverage (in the form of its control over audience) but an entity that is both vastly larger and owns both audience </span><i style="box-sizing: border-box; color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.839216); font-family: freight-text-pro; font-size: 18px; line-height: 28px;">and</i><span style="background-color: white; color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.839216); font-family: freight-text-pro; font-size: 18px; line-height: 28px;"> the means of producing revenue? </span><span style="background-color: white; color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.839216); font-family: freight-text-pro; font-size: 18px; line-height: 28px;">The new media is becoming a wire service in that it depends on partners for distribution and revenue; the new media is becoming a wire service in that its work solves particular problems in another business’s model. Print distribution created thousands of papers distinguished and limited by geography. Wire services gave these papers national and global coverage that they wouldn’t have otherwise been able to afford. They were also more powerful than a vast majority of their clients, for whom they solved a unique structural inefficiency. (It’s no coincidence that, for the brief time that Google News seemed inevitable and dominant, it was wire services that got direct distribution deals, in the form of AP Hosted Stories; newspapers became weird middlemen. Also, on a more comforting note, haha, remember Google News?)" (<a href="http://www.theawl.com/2015/07/in-no-charts">TheAwl</a>)</span><br />
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"A<span style="font-family: sans-serif;">s we took off on Saudi Arabian Airlines from New York's JFK International Airport, I settled in for a 13-hour flight. I ate the delicious Lamb Kapsa (lamb cooked with tomato sauce, spices and kapsa rice), informed the flight attendant that I was closing my eyes for a bit, and the next thing I knew ... we were landing in the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia. </span><span style="font-family: sans-serif;">Geologists believe that some 35 million years ago Arabia broke away from the continent of Africa. The split caused a trough, which today is the Red Sea. There is evidence that Arabia has been inhabited since the Stone Age. The Kingdom of Saudi Arabia is bordered on one side by the Red Sea and on the other, the Arabian Gulf.</span><span style="font-family: sans-serif;">I stepped off the plane into the surprisingly soft heat of Jeddah. There I was, a New Yorker who ordinarily moves around my Upper West Side neighborhood in Belgian loafers, leggings, and any old soft button-down shirt, setting my foot down on the fabled land that has held me spellbound since childhood. I felt more than comfortable in my abaya. It reminded me of my early school days with Catholic nuns. For me their flowing robes and covered heads represented modest elegance and dignity." (<a href="http://www.newyorksocialdiary.com/travel/2015/my-time-in-saudi-arabia-part-i">Paige Peterson/NYSD</a>)</span><br />
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"<span style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;">We all agree that a world without manners would make this a pretty grim place to live in. Offensive informality is pretty much accepted nowadays, and manners are at times seen as a superficial activity. But good manners are as much a part of our culture as great books, great paintings, and great classical music. Occasionally, of course, one can carry good manners too far. My friend Timmy, a gent and a gem of a man, has exquisite manners, a couple of titled daughters, and a fondness for beer. He never fails to thank his host or hostess, and makes it a habit to do so in print. Not too long ago, perhaps five to ten years, he persuaded a friend of his, a speechwriter for the Tory party, to allow him to serve as a waiter at an orgy. Yes, I know, it sounds funny, but even Tories like sex and some of them even have orgies. Not to beleaguer the point, Timmy dressed up as a butler and was given a tray and allowed into the inner sanctum of a grand London house where the gig was on. The moment he walked in, however, he burst out laughing, dropped his tray, and was unceremoniously shown the door by a couple of naked men with drooping you-know-whats. When I heard about it, I asked Timmy what the hell was wrong with him. 'I simply couldn’t keep a straight face,' he said. 'Watching a naked man with a huge erection demanding to know the host’s name in order to thank him made me drop the tray.' 'So who was the host?' I asked. Timmy wouldn’t tell me, but I soon found out, in a national newspaper, of all places. He was a Tory speechwriter, and he organized heterosexual orgies on the side, but has since stopped the practice. I know the man well. They don’t come any smarter or nicer. Go figure, as they say.</span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;">The thing that sticks in my mind are the impeccable manners of the man with the huge erection trying to locate his host in order to thank him." <a href="http://takimag.com/article/an_orgy_of_politesse_taki/print#axzz3hb4Yr41h">(Taki)</a>_</span><br />
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"<span style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;">The Japanese company Nikkei has bought the </span><em style="background-color: white; border: 0px; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">Financial Times</em><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;">, and I wish them well of it. There can be few duller publications in the world, in whose pages, unless one is interested in share prices and the like, one seeks in vain for an item of interest, let alone illumination. I sometimes read it to help me get to sleep when it is handed out free on planes, and very occasionally I buy it and walk down the streets of my small town in England with it under my arm in order to give the misleading appearance to my fellow townsmen of mental and material substance. But, in fact, the </span><em style="background-color: white; border: 0px; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">FT</em><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"> is earnest rather than serious. The only frivolity it permits itself is its Saturday glossy supplement, </span><em style="background-color: white; border: 0px; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">How to Spend It</em><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"> (a title of quite outstanding vulgarity), which consists mainly of advising financiers on how to dispose of their surplus millions—that is to say their misappropriations of shareholders’ funds—on expensive trifles. </span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;">Nikkei has not bought the </span><em style="background-color: white; border: 0px; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">FT</em><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;">’s sister publication, </span><em style="background-color: white; border: 0px; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">The Economist</em><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;">, which, however, is also for sale. When I was living in a very remote part of the world I used to read </span><em style="background-color: white; border: 0px; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">The Economist</em><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"> from cover to cover, though it arrived two months late (communications in those days were not yet instantaneous). It made me feel that I was well-informed, if only in retrospect, despite my isolation. It was my window on the world. </span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;">Even then, though, I thought that it was dull and self-congratulatory, characterizing itself as of “the extreme centre.” I noticed that its reports at the front did not always coincide with the economic data at the back and that its prognostications were frequently belied by events—as, of course, most people’s prognostications are. Nevertheless, it managed to convey the impression that the disparities, insofar as they acknowledged them at all, were the fault of the events rather than of </span><em style="background-color: white; border: 0px; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">The Economist</em><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;">, and that the world had a duty to be as </span><em style="background-color: white; border: 0px; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">The Economist</em><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"> said it was and as it would be. The anonymity of the articles was intended to create the illusion that the magazine spoke from nothing so vulgar as a perspective, but rather from some Olympian height from which only the whole truth and nothing but the truth could be descried. It is the saving grace of every such magazine that no one remembers what he read in it the week before. Only by the amnesia of its readers can a magazine retain its reputation for perspicacity." (<a href="http://takimag.com/article/from_boring_to_baffling_theodore_dalrymple?utm_source=Taki%27s+Magazine+List&utm_campaign=e97753d4f8-RSS_EMAIL_CAMPAIGN&utm_medium=email&utm_term=0_f7706afea2-e97753d4f8-379405057#axzz3hb4Yr41h">Theodore Dalyrimple</a>)</span>The Corsairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01804543581141264145noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5376280.post-20953462207499326132015-07-28T16:45:00.002-04:002015-07-28T16:45:18.224-04:00John Oliver on Mandatory Minimum Sentences<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/pDVmldTurqk" width="400"></iframe>The Corsairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01804543581141264145noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5376280.post-36620667775482539932015-07-27T12:43:00.004-04:002015-07-28T16:44:40.572-04:00How Vanity Fair Got the Caitlin Jenner Scoop<iframe br="" frameborder="0" height="390" width="400">src="https://player.cnevids.com/embed/55b2acf661646d79d800000d/5390f86669702d5e38450000"<br />allowfullscreen webkitallowfullscreen mozallowfullscreen<br />allowtransparency="true"></iframe><br />The Corsairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01804543581141264145noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5376280.post-41367569229448290362015-07-27T12:36:00.000-04:002015-07-28T17:13:27.177-04:00Media-Whore D'Oeuvres<br /><br />
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"<i>The Financial Times is a rare media property: a global, long-established brand combined with a successful — although unfinished — digital transformation. Such uniqueness explains why Nikkei paid £844m ($1.3bn, €1.18m) for it. </i><b>It takes less than ten people to assemble the famous pink printed edition of the Financial Times. </b>The “carbon-based” team recycles the editorial produced all day long by the 600 people newsroom – with some deadlines adjusted to fit the newspaper’s closing.<br />
The Financial Times has gone much further than many of its peers in the digital transformation. That fact paid a critical role in the stunning premium paid by the Nikkei. When discussions started, Springer came with a first bid around £600m ($930m, €848m.) The German media conglomerate later sweetened its offer to £750m ($1.16bn, €1.05bn) before being outbid by the Japanese group.<br />
As Ken Doctor noted in his NiemanLab <a href="http://www.niemanlab.org/2015/07/newsonomics-eight-questions-and-answers-about-nikkeis-surprise-purchase-of-the-ft/">piece</a>, based on the estimated operating income of the FT Group, Nikkei paid '<i>a 43x multiple, or a price 10 times what average US daily, large or small, would sell for today'</i> (the actual ratio, though, is closer to 35x, but Ken Doctor removed the profit made by the Economist which is not part of the deal). <strong>Jennifer Saba</strong> in <a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2015/07/24/business/dealbook/at-1-3-billion-nikkei-is-paying-a-lot-for-financial-times.html?ref=dealbook">Breakingviews</a> also notes that publicly traded European media companies trade at 12x EBITDA and that Nikkei shelled out roughly twice the amount paid by <strong>Jeff Bezos</strong> <a href="http://www.mondaynote.com/archive/archives.php?t=culture-war-bezos-and-the-washington-post">to acquire</a> the Washington Post in 2013. While such ratios might be above the assumed price of news properties, they’re still way below the multiples observed for tech companies (in many instances, there is no ratio at all because there is no profit, sometimes not even revenue). Then let’s give a closer look at the two components of FT’s valuation: Its digital reach and the power of its brand." (<a href="http://www.mondaynote.com/">Monday note</a>)<br />
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"China is a country with more than a billion people, but as <a href="http://archive.wilsonquarterly.com/essays/what-does-china-want" target="_blank">Ross Terrill observed</a>, when we ask what China wants, we are really attempting to discern the goals of the nine 'male engineers' who make up the Standing Committee of the Politburo of the Chinese Communist Party. This clarification makes the answer straightforward: Like any bureaucracy or interest group the CCP wants to ensure its survival, which depends on maintaining legitimacy with the Chinese people. To meet this goal, the CCP under President Xi Jinping has articulated a strategy of peaceful development; however, increasing Chinese military capabilities and strategic coercion will cause other states to balance against China, making it harder for the CCP to protect its core interests and continue its economic and strategic rise. <b>China’s Long-Term Goals </b>The CCP considers foreign policy directly related to maintaining domestic stability and regime survival. Chinese Scholar <strong>Ye Zicheng</strong> expressed the nationalist sentiment: 'If China does not become a world power, the rejuvenation of the Chinese nation will be incomplete. Only when it becomes a world power can we say that the total rejuvenation of the Chinese nation has been achieved.' This has become <a href="http://www.rand.org/pubs/monograph_reports/MR1121" target="_blank">widely accepted</a> among both common and elite Chinese citizens. To maintain control of Chinese nationalism, and to channel it as a source of legitimacy for the regime, the CCP has established the two concepts of 'core interests' and a 'new type of great power relationship.' The 2011 Chinese White Paper 'China’s Peaceful Development,' lists the <a href="http://www.chinausfocus.com/foreign-policy/what-are-chinas-core-interests-2/" target="_blank">six core Chinese interests</a> as 1) state sovereignty; 2) national security; 3) territorial integrity; 4) national reunification; 5) China’s political system established by the Constitution and overall social stability; 6) basic safeguards for ensuring sustainable economic and social development. The concept of core interests is how the CCP signals the issues it is <a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2013/05/12/opinion/sunday/chinas-evolving-core-interests.html" target="_blank">willing to go to war over</a>. In the past, Chinese spokespeople have referred to both contested South and East China Sea territorial claims as core interests, but officially at least, the <a href="http://www.uscc.gov/sites/default/files/Research/China%27s%20Core%20Interests%20and%20the%20East%20China%20Sea.pdf" target="_blank">CCP has maintained ambiguity about their status</a>. Still, the CCP has been clear that it considers its territorial claims to be sovereign Chinese territory, so maintaining these claims would fall under the core interests listed in the 2011 White Paper. In addition, in contrast to the ambiguity of its maritime claims, the CCP has been clear that Taiwan is a core interest, and it is unwilling to rule out the use of force to reunify China. China’s pursuit of its core interests has the potential to trigger great power rivalry or conflict with the United States and other regional powers. This is why in <a href="http://www.usip.org/sites/default/files/SR277.pdf" target="_blank">2010</a> then Chinese President <strong>Hu Jintao</strong> told U.S. President Barack Obama that 'China and the United States should respect each other’s core interests and major concerns. This is key to the healthy and stable development of bilateral ties.'" (<a href="http://thediplomat.com/2015/07/chinas-elegant-flawed-grand-strategy/">TheDiplomat</a>)<br />
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<span class="page-views"> </span> "<strong>John Oliver</strong> has tackled the prison industrial complex from multiple sides — including <a href="http://talkingpointsmemo.com/livewire/john-oliver-bail-fck-marry-kill">bail</a> and <a href="http://talkingpointsmemo.com/livewire/john-oliver-elected-judges-video">the elections of judges</a>. On Sunday night, he went after mandatory minimum sentencing. Oliver noted during 'Last Week Tonight' that mandatory minimums helped explode the American prison population since the war on drugs that was started in the 1970s by President Nixon. Now one out of every 100 adults is in lock-up, which Oliver said, is unsustainable. 'We have 2 million people incarcerated. If we keep going this direction, we’ll soon have enough to populate a new country with prisoners. And trust me when I say this is not a good idea,' Oliver said while a map of Australia appeared next to him. 'Literally the only good thing to come out of that experiment was Hugh Jackman and it took 180 years. It was worth it, but it took a long time.' Mandatory minimums have torn families apart and ruined lives for small amounts of drugs, Oliver said. 'Circumstances make a huge difference,' Oliver said." <a href="http://talkingpointsmemo.com/livewire/john-oliver-mandatory-minimums?utm_content=bufferb68c4&utm_medium=social&utm_source=twitter.com&utm_campaign=buffer">(TalkingPointsMemo</a>)<br />
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"I’m in Belgrade, Serbia for the summer. I will never give up on Key West, but I am glad to escape the heat. However, turns out it’s hot here too. Hot during the days of searing azure skies and hot at night. The days are easy as I slump beneath the a/c, usually in a comfortable deep sleep. The nights I fill with walks through the city, under curves of an orange moon, passing by late games of basketball where shirtless sweating men scatter about, and tiny kids mimic on the sidelines with mini basketballs. Speaking of sweating, not to gross you out, but it’s steamy here. On these evening walks I feel myself glueing to my clothes. A gathering of drips trickle from my nape down the furrow of my spine. Belgrade is an ancient city and it is fascinating to me. Obviously, I have my mother’s side of the family to thank for that. I am constantly running into fresh information on long dead relatives who did a variety of intriguing activities. Some deviant, some daring, all interesting, at least to me.<br />
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"It’s been a big summer for European royals, what with <strong>Kate Middleton</strong> and <strong>Prince William</strong> welcoming baby <strong>Charlotte</strong>, Sweden’s Prince <strong>Carl Philip</strong> and <strong>Princess Sofia</strong> tying the knot, and <strong>Princess Caroline</strong> of Monaco’s son’s wedding this month. Meanwhile, Prince <strong>Alexander</strong> of Serbia celebrated his 70th birthday at his palace in Belgrade, hosted by Princess <strong>Katherine</strong>. Spies said guests included King <strong>Carl XVI Gustaf</strong> and <strong>Queen Silvia</strong> of Sweden, <strong>Prince Albert</strong> of Monaco and Spain’s <strong>Queen Sofía</strong>. There were also royals from Bulgaria, Romania, Montenegro, Jordan and Baden, plus Prince <strong>Pierre d’Arenberg</strong>, Prince <strong>Karim Aga Khan</strong> and (our favorite name)<strong> Princess Ira von Fürstenberg</strong>. During a toast, the birthday boy said, 'For someone who, by a twist of fate and history, was born in exile, who was declared an enemy of the state as a 2-year-old . . . the fact that I am celebrating my 70th birthday . . . in my homeland, in my home . . . is an emotional moment.'<br />
Civilians there included <strong>Susan Gutfreund, Bill Sclight and Cheri Kaufman</strong>." <a href="http://pagesix.com/2015/07/27/prince-alexander-of-serbia-celebrates-70th-birthday/">(P6</a>)<br />
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"<strong><em>On Thursday I went up to Martha’s Vineyard</em></strong> to visit an old friend, flying JetBlue to Edgartown. The weather up there was perfect; didn’t feel any humidity, and by sunset it was just a sweater side of getting chilly. I get out of town so infrequently, and especially to real countryside environments, that I was surprised at the silence of the night out where Mother Nature continues to call the shots on comfort for us humans and the rest of the animal kingdom.This was my first trip to Martha’s Vineyard since I was a kid just out of college and had a girlfriend whose family summered in West Chop. In those days, we’d take the ferry from Woods Hole on the Cape, across to Vineyard Haven. It was about a forty minute ride across to the island. Now, being a long time New Yorker, Woods Hole is, of course, a five or more hour drive from Manhattan. The trip from JFK, once aloft, is about 35 minutes. I’m not an enthusiastic traveler at this time in my life and as readers know I prefer the quiet of Manhattan on weekends, especially in the summertime in my neighborhood where many people leave the city: it is quiet. Yes! However, I made this trip so as to take the opportunity to see someone I cared for and whom I hadn’t seen in many many years. It is an unusual opportunity in life to re-connect with another whom you last saw a lifetime ago." (<a href="http://www.newyorksocialdiary.com/social-diary/2015/a-touch-of-natures-art">NYSD</a>)</div>
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