Let’s see, Mexican wedding and honeymoon, solid week of hard labor exiting Prairie Village house and a ton of time unpacking and planning for a Lawrence getaway…
That shit takes time, ladies and gentlemen. Time away from writing, but let’s ramp things back up a bit after a lazy Sunday afternoon reading.
The New York Times was delivered yesterday in error in place of Sunday’s Star. Was I bummed? A little at first, maybe, but not for long. I’d almost forgotten how good a job those guys do. You know, the guys that former Star editor and publisher Art Brisbane has been taking to task these past two years. And doing a fine job of it, I might add. Readers of past Brisbane columns may recall how prosaic he can be, but I doubt they recollect he had such sharp teeth.
They do now in New York.
A couple of things that were very cool in Sunday’s New York Times…
An excellent front page story about the turmoil in Syria dividing the sect that Syrian president Bashar al-Assad is a member of. Another about what the headline describes as "the Good-Grade Pill" – a stimulant taken not for a high but for a higher SAT score. And how aging-but-not-yet 65 Baby Boomers are being forced by the economy and joblessness into signing up for Social Security at age 62, locking them into lower payouts than if they’d waited
Good stuff all.
The Times sports section is another matter. It’s so feature heavy as to be nearly devoid of the type of content Star readers are accustomed to. That being mostly a compliation of game stories, a couple columns, features, sports shorts and a ton a stats.
The "Sunday Money" page had a great column by David Segal "The Haggler" about Facebook. Don’t miss it.
I had such a good time with the Times that I’m starting up a Sunday subscription. I even went online and did some catching up on some of Brisbane’s good work which I now will share.
Starting with his column last month about being in the "Middle of a Food Fight."
Nevermind that it was a critique of a food columnist’s essay writing contest that was judged by a panel of meat-hating vegetarians. In Brisbane’s taking the contest to task he reached out to a pair of midwestern types from our corner of the globe.
"Closer to home, Lisa Henderson, a sophomore at Kansas State University writing on the Pork Network Web site, objected that the judges’ predisposition made the contest a sham," Brisbane writes.
“ ‘Does anyone really think this collection of judges could pick a winning essay that says anything positive about the eating of meat?’ ” Ms. Henderson wrote. “ ‘Not likely.’
"On a roll, I called up another meat-eater. Calvin Trillin, a product of Kansas City’s barbecue-centric culture and the author of books on the pleasures of food, wondered if the arguments on behalf of in vitro meat might indicate that ‘our species has advanced too far,’ " Brisbane continued.
"Mr. Trillin, a New Yorker magazine reporter and what he calls a ‘deadline poet’ for The Nation, agreed to try his own hand at an essay on why it’s O.K. to eat animals. I gave him 600 words, but he used only nine: ‘If they had a chance, they would eat us.’
"To which I would add: if only to silence us."
Hey, it would have been nice maybe to have gotten the Star and checked out more closely how the Royals got smoked, but hey, I’ll live.