It's very safe to say that there's never been a funeral quite like this one. With Bootsy Collins decked out in a gold hat—which for Bootsy probably qualifies as mourning clothes—and JB all–stars like Fred Wesley on stage, this was a show in the largest sense of the word. It funked so hard Brown would undoubtedly have been pleased! And it all…
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Except for Al Sharpton's shameless hogging of the spotlight, James Brown's funeral was quite a production. Televised live on NY1 (New York One), the local cable news channel, this extravaganza was held in the James Brown Arena in Augusta, Georgia.
Because the difference between a stupid joke and a really stupid joke is that really stupid jokes are pretty funny.
"One does not inhale vodka's bouquet, but one may use vodka to sterilize a wound on the knee, as familiar a sight to the serious vodka drinker as the shot glass and the handful of ibuprofen."
Brett Forrest samples 12 Russian premium vodkas for Vanity Fair.
You've got to love people with too much spare time on their hands. At least, I love this.
Robert L. Jamieson, Jr. took a reader's dare to spend some time in Muslim countries and "see how they live over there." It didn't have the expected result.
Donald M. Murray died on Saturday, December 30. On Friday, he filed his last column. The Boston Globe ran his final column today.
Last week's column on writing was pretty fine, too.
Murray won a Pulitzer in 1954 and, as he pointed out in his December 26 column, kept turning down "promotions" to editor in order to remain a writer. In both newsrooms and classrooms, he taught the craft of writing.
From his obituary: "'What Don did was take the mystique and myth out of writing for so many in newsrooms and elsewhere who thought you just had to wait for inspiration to come,'…
Those closest to me know that I've been in a rut, musically speaking. I'm not talking about my hi-fi. The system sounds better than ever. Seriously. I press play and I just want to throw my hands up in the air and say "Fuuuuuuuuuudge." It simply sounds awesome. And I don't usually get so excited about such things, but the music consistently sets me back into my seat and makes me want to curse. I don't understand it, but there you go.
And I'm not talking about my library. As I write this, I'm listening to The Dears' Gang of Losers. I'm not yet familiar enough with…
Another breakthrough in mapping the brain. I'm thinking that one day we'll start to understand how it works, but at least now I know which part of my brain I'm thinking that with.