Gary Shandling announced last night on the tonight show that Season 2 of Larry Sanders show will be out on DVD. (This is my alltime fave TV show).
While shopping at Walmart yesterday, I noticed that Welles’ version of kafka’s trial was on the display at the checkout. What would Kafka think of that?
I’m reading a remarkable book, Blue Flower by Penelope Fitzgerald.
Jon Noring summarizes the new openreader specs.
Occam’s hatchet on why we shouldn’t be surprised people are speaking out against American leaders:
Why should it be a Big Deal when those in power are held relentlessly and unflinchingly to account? The fact is, it shouldn’t be. The continued existence of our democracy depends upon the consistent and insistent demanding of truth and accountability on the part of our public officials. What we have seen in the past year have been more and more instances of ordinary citizens who, given their One Big Chance to speak truth to power, have done so fearlessly – in essence, who have taken seriously their responsibility as citizens, and have seized their fleeting opportunities to do the only thing that seemed appropriate to them in those moments.
Unfortunately, what we have seen for the past five-and-a-half years has been the consistent, ongoing, breathtaking, disappointing and arguably treasonous abandonment of those responsibilities by those given the greatest opportunity to wield them. While most American citizens will be lucky ever to have One Big Chance to speak truth to power, there are two groups in America who, given that opportunity virtually every single day, have squandered it almost without exception.
Those groups are Congress, and The Press.
tom tomorrow says essentially the same thing in a cartoon. Speaking of which, Tom Tomorrow describes a failed campaign to promote his cartoon book:
The might-have-beens will break your heart if you let them. The much-beloved bigtime liberal columnist who said he’d try to write an introduction to the book, and then simply stopped responding to emails as the deadline approached. The major newspaper writer who expressed serious interest in writing a high profile story, and then never followed up. The major magazine reviews that were promised but never quite materialized. And of course, the hip late night talk shows that you’d think, or at least hope, would be interested — but just aren’t. Any one of those things would have changed my life, would have given this book that small extra push that might have helped take it to the next level. Instead, it’s just a pebble tossed into the ocean, and I can already see the ripples beginning to recede, and I’m standing on the shore wondering — what was the point of all that? Why was it worth months and months of my life, exactly? It’s not like I make a ton of money off these things, and it’s not like I need any more distractions in my life. It’s hard enough, as an artist, to clear out the head space I need just to get to that … place … where the work itself comes together. There’s always some bill to pay, some errand to take care of, something around the house that needs fixing, some deadline coming up, some damn thing or another demanding my attention. Why am I adding to that, when the return on the investment is so inevitably discouraging? Do I really need to expend all this energy every two or three years only to once again have my nose rubbed in the fact that cartoonists are lower on the media food chain than street mimes? In this week’s cartoon, Charlie Brown serves as my stand-in, with his eternal and naive hope that this time the media are going to get it and expose the hypocrisy and corruption of Republicans once and for all — but the same metaphor equally applies to the books. I go through the whole process and think, this time it’s gonna happen! this book will get noticed! And then Lucy snatches the football away once again.