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Why, it must have been a wonderful afternoon:
Why, it must have been a wonderful afternoon:
Why, it must have been a wonderful afternoon:
In order to find a business model that works, Le Monde is being sold to a purveyor of porn. Meet the Rupert Murdoch of France:
The journalists of Le Monde, the most prestigious French-language publication in the world, have contemptuously defeated an attempt by President Nicolas Sarkozy to intervene in the sale of their struggling newspaper.
As a result, Le Monde, once known for its uncompromising austerity, will today fall into the hands of the former romantic and business partner of Yves Saint-Laurent and a radical, self-made billionaire who founded his fortune on internet pornography, chat lines and peep shows.
Le Monde's journalists, who have controlled the newspaper for almost half a century, voted by over 90 per cent to accept the majority ownership bid of a consortium headed by Pierre Bergé, 81, the retired fashion impresario, and Xavier Niel, 42, one of France's most successful, and controversial, internet entrepreneurs.
Le Monde has, apparently, been "dumbed down" in order to appear less ponderous and to appeal to a more "online" audience that likes images, simplicity, shorter stories, and, of course, hot women.
Does this work? Does it really matter if a major world publication decides to adopt a leaner look? I think that there is no question--news outlets have to be able to switch to a more online-friendly format. There's no use lamenting the text-only days of broadsheets when there's no chance that maintaining a newspaper format and staying in business.
I hate to see something dumbed down, though. I value content above most other things, and a little esoterica and academic research mixed in with my news and opinion works wonders. I think that that business model works for small niche services but can't work for a major publication trying to garner millions of page views and hits.
And it's nice to see that those of us who purvey porn can be accepted. We just want to be loved. I need to be loved. My safe for work hotties are all that comforts me sometimes.
Danica Patrick didn’t win the NASCAR Nationwide Series race on Saturday
That honor went to Kyle Busch. However, Patrick finished a career-best 30th. And for Patrick, qualifying 25th for Saturday’s New England 200 was also progress.
The NASCAR rookie was far from Brad Keselowski’s pole-winning lap of 29.376 seconds (129.657 mph). And while the JR Motorsports team was hoping for a 30-flat, Patrick’s qualifying lap of 30.292 seconds (125.736 mph) turned out to be her fastest lap of the weekend.
The goal for Patrick and the No. 7 JR Motorsports team this season is taking baby steps. Any improvement is a step in the right direction.
“Things are going good,” said crew chief Tony Eury Jr. “She tries to say it’s not hard, but it’s got to be hard going from Indy Car to back stock cars. We coil bind springs. We do different things over here. We’ve been pretty happy with her progress. Every time she goes out she gets quicker over here. That’s all we can ask.
“This whole year is going to be about learning. It’s not about how many races we can win or top fives. It’s more about 'let’s learn about these cars. Let’s learn how they race.' That’s what we have to realize. Next year we’ll come back and say, ‘We want to compete for top fives. We want to compete for wins.’ But she’s got a big learning curve ahead of her and this is her third down-force race. So I’m pretty tickled with it. They’re going to be rough and banging and picking each other up out there all day , so we’ll see how she handles that.”
[They removed the video -
I had a swell piece of video, and because the Worldwide Leader is a cheap punk in a cheap suit, the video has been yanked. Everyone is so afraid of ESPN that all they have to do is whine to YouTube and the embarrassing video gets yanked. Well, talk about stepping on customer interest in the content you provide as a virtual monopoly.
If that's NOT what happened here, my bad. But, as a blogger, I am sick and goddamned tired of this whole "video has been removed because of a terms of service blah blah blah" thing. Cowboy the hell up, YouTube. Make them sue you. Make them prove that what you've done is wrong. You are not stealing their content. You are letting us show just what a ridiculous jackass they have hired in Pam Shriver. ]
The end is getting sad and ugly for James Blake, but this was just ridiculous.
Blake has lost his confidence, his fire, his want-to. He was crushed Tuesday by Robin Haase, 6-2, 6-4, 6-4, in the first round of Wimbledon, and then talked about the possibility of retiring soon.
But his frustration came out, as Blake got into an argument with ESPN analyst Pam Shriver, a former player. Shriver and Blake were bickering, and he even ended up calling her an ass. On court. During the match.
People will be looking for an apology from Blake now, another embarrassment for an aging former star whose career is going, going ...
And I'll say this: He should apologize for the way he is playing.
But as for the other stuff? Shriver and ESPN should apologize to Blake.
This was Shriver's fault, and she should have been kicked out.
When 36 young women wearing orange mini-dresses associated with the Dutch brewers Bavaria entered the stands at South Africa's Soccer City Stadium for the Netherlands versus Denmark match, the cameras, predictably, turned towards them en masse, capturing shots that would grab the attention of picture editors worldwide.
The reaction of those in charge was swift and ruthless.
All of the mini-skirted ladies were ejected from the venue and two were arrested on charges of organising "unlawful commercial activities". Meanwhile, a spokesman for the tournament's governing body Fifa said it was looking into "all available legal remedies" against the brewery.I think you would have a hard time making the case that this was unlawful in the United States. I think that someone would be able to weasel their way out of it and get away with it. Guerilla marketing is what I call it because there were no guns used in this ambush. They are serious about making sure no one makes money from the World Cup, I guess. I don't know.
With reports of retirement swirling aboutChipper Jones, When might he officially address them? "At some point during the home stand," he said (and the Braves are home for only six days). Was an announcement just being held up by red tape issues? Jones smiled at the question. "I've got some things I've got to take care of," he said. He wasn't supposed to publicly address the issue at all. When news leaked earlier in the day, he even asked the Braves to put out a news release informing the media that Jones would not speak on the topic. But his media-friendly persona got the best of him.
South Africa's World Cup organising chief Danny Jordaan may ban vuvuzelas from inside stadiums after complaints from broadcasters and supporters.The constant sound of the high-pitched horn-like instrument has so far drowned out much of the atmosphere-generating singing usually associated with games.And Jordaan, when asked if he would get rid of them, told BBC Sport: "If there are grounds to do so, yes."We did say that if any land on the pitch in anger we will take action."France captain Patrice Evra has already blamed the noise generated by the vuvuzelas, which has been likened to the drone of thousands of bees, for his side's poor showing in their opening group game against Uruguay, which finished goalless.He said: "We can't sleep at night because of the vuvuzelas. People start playing them from 6am.
South Carolina's surprise Democratic nominee to challenge U.S. Sen. Jim DeMint is facing a pending felony charge.
Court records show 32-year-old Alvin Greene was arrested in November and charged with showing obscene Internet photos to a University of South Carolina student. The felony charge carries up to five years in prison.
Greene said he had no comment when asked about the charge Wednesday and hung up on a reporter.
Well, that's one way to show people you plan to change things and end the corruption in Washington D.C. Send in the perverts!
To be fair, the Democrat Party pervert has to contend with the fact that there are Republican perverts who are, no doubt, camped out around the rest stops between Columbia and the George state line, waiting to see who brought the Crisco and the snapping turtle. Going up against that kind of institutionalized perversion leaves people hollow and empty inside. You have to spend all of your waking moments trying to one-up your opponent on the sexual deviancy front when you run for office in South Carolina.
I can totally sympathize with Paula Deen, and why not? My maids have, and I am certain of this, robbed me for years. Proof? I have none. I need none. I have many fabulous things. Who wouldn't want to rob me?
It got so bad that, at one point, I had to hire my son Byron to be a maid. He did an okay job, but when he needed time off, we had to end the charade. Byron thinks cleaning a toilet involves never touching the toilet with human hands, and that won't do. I need the porcelain polished and disinfected by a scrubbing pair of mitts because nothing else will do.
Anyway, Paula Deen has been scammed by her own maid:
Food Network chef Paula Deen says her maid cleaned her out of more than $10,000 in jewelry and other expensive stuff before she fired her and had her arrested.
According to a police report filed by Paula's husband, Michael Groover, and obtained by TMZ, Mary Alice White stole jewelry and other precious metals during a fairly long period of time -- August, 2009 to May, 2010. Groover claims the maid did not have a sex bias ... she stole men's and women's jewelry -- allegedly.Groover told cops when he found some of the missing jewelry in White's possession, he and Paula fired her immediately.
What I hate about TMZ, and I know you hate it, too, is that there is a complete and utter ignorance of decorum or writing ability. The pieces are crap, they're written by ignorant hacks, and I do hate blogging them. I'd rather do a straight news story and add some brilliant commentary. That's how I do things here.
Anyway, I used to have a maid named Maria, and I think we still have a photo of her in our archives.
Maria was a professional wrestler on the Tejanomania circuit of women's wrestling. Maria could crush a human larynx with her thighs and people would scream the Spanish equivalent of "sweet dreams" when her opponents would go limp. She had a very powerful grip, and I hired her because she could scrub a toilet clean and wasn't shy about it.
Every morning, I would awaken and Maria would be standing in the bathroom, pointing to the toilet with a huge smile. I would always inspect it, lift the seat, look around the bottom of it, and give her a fifty cent tip for her stunning attention to detail. She was able to do such fine work because of two things: liquid cleansers and an old cloth baby diaper that she would hold in her hands and buff the toilet like a shoeshine boy.
I can't really say enough about a clean toilet. Sure, there's the science aspect of it. You don't want to relieve yourself where there's been an outbreak of cholera at the bacterial level. You don't want to have to break out the science kit your eldest son left in his room when he ran away to live with his step-mother. If you do, and if you take samples from the areas surrounding the toilet seat, and place them on the glass slides with the cover slips firmly in place, remember to archive them and name them. You have to follow the scientific method. Let me explain.
By getting a handle on the situation, with regards to a dirty toilet, you can determine what kind of "petri dish" you have festering in your own home. It's a safe bet that most people don't have the time or inclination to take clearly identified samples from the toilet seat and affix them to the glass slides. I do. I am aware of what the scientific method entails. I know how to label and preserve my slides. I know how to keep them properly organized in a sanitary location in a specially-cleaned and ventilated room where research and trends can be identified.
For example, I took several samples from the toilet in the basement, and I calculated that Maria wasn't cleaning it properly. Each slide, archived and preserved for a ten day period (I took a sample every four hours for ten days--what a lot of work!), told the story of a nasty outbreak of bacteria. A veritable colony of disease appeared, and it grew. It grew inside of my very own home, with a maid who was going about her business as if nothing was new under the sun.
Finally, when the bacteria spread, I could take no more. A cut on my finger from handling an improperly beveled glass slide from the junior scientist kit reddened and seemed to swell up on me. I frantically applied rubbing alcohol and Neosporin. I, frankly, had a near meltdown. I summoned Maria to my desk, in the library, and dressed her down.
I took her by the hand (my clean hand, obviously) to the basement and confronted her with the evidence. She broke down crying. She admitted that she had only been swabbing out the inside of the toilet with bleach and liquid Comet cleanser. We hugged, and that was that.
My finger healed, my maid cleaned the toilets a little better, and I discovered something about myself. I really am a good person. I didn't fire her. I didn't have her arrested after planting some stolen money or credit cards in the worn-out little purse her grandmother in Guatemala made from a rice sack that fell of the last truck that ever visited her village before the tragic seasonal landslide killed all of the people from her village who didn't have polio. I just led her back to sanity. I calmly instructed her on how to be a good maid. Isn't that what a good person does with the hired help?
Anyway, when Maria was transported illegally into this country by some coyotes, after visiting her family in some obscure part of Central America, she ended up being shot by my Father. He was messing around with one of the Czech machine guns we own--it was no big deal. Eventually, they let her leave that hospital on St. Kitts. Or was it St. Thomas? I forget. If you see Maria, tell her she still owes us fourteen hours to complete her last week on the job. We were kind enough to issue her last paycheck with the full forty hours, but, really, we could only see where she had put in 26 hours. Having her complete that last bit of work for us would be helpful.