Honestly, if I knew it was this easy I would have bailed out halfway through my doctoral program and headed to Cologne. And I would have had to get my doctorate there at that point, cause I have a sneaking suspicion Brandeis wouldn’t have welcomed me with open arms on my return.
What do you get when the best columnist in America writes a column about one of the best news anchors ever? You get this: a fascinating discussion from Frank Rich about what made Walter Cronkite such a towering figure in broadcast journalism. You should be taking notes, Megan.
The Meppers Navigate Down a Brook/Stream/Tributary of Troubles; Deeeeoooo; Greg, Neil Gaiman, and Bathtubs; Storey’s Great Society, or All Maim All the Time; Mep Mayhem; Analog Memorials in a Digital Age; and Shakespeare Pays a Visit.
Specifically, promotion of Greg’s new novel, just released by Five Star Press. The Third Sign, a work of epic fantasy called “a very satisfying tale from an intriguing new voice” by Bram Stoker award winning author David Niall Wilson and “memorable…gripping…if this book is any indication, the author is in for a long and successful career” by reviewers from The Beezer Review to SFFWorld to Library Journal, has gotten positive pre-publication attention, and if you have any interest in fantasy (or in supporting a Mep Reporter 😉 ), please stop by Greg’s personal webpage for information on how to order the book. And thanks in advance for putting up with a bit of self-promotion!
Living Forever Really Wouldn’t Be That Bad (Except for the Seven Sets of Teeth), Fruit Fly Empathy Camp, Kidnapping Twins in the Name of Science, Greg Questions the Evolutionary Benefits of Feeling Like Crap, The U.S. Economy = Ponzi Scheme, Time to Reset the Economy (if Storey Gets Paid), Storey Wants neither Science nor Nature nor Anything Else, Humans Aren’t All That Evil (Except When They Are), and Everyone Loves Conspiracies.
You are now 3-22 in Yankee Stadium since 2002, thanks to three more losses over the weekend in each of which you had the lead and then decided it would only be right to give the game, through a host of hideous scoring squanders, pitching mistakes and fielding errors, to your aging, average opponent (despite its having spent 400 million in the offseason) which needs only your presence to feel good about itself again. Since you seem incapable of rising above the standard of gutless incompetence which characterizes all of the sports teams in your city, we would very much appreciate it if you immediately disband and allow professional teams to take your place. You know, the ones which don’t fall on their swords the minute they see a pinstriped uniform.