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From SNL last night:
Ah, to be a budding young member of the paparazzi!
Erin Andrews eats a sandwich.
Ancient flying vehicles and crazy trees.
People who want Al Gore to lose the presidency again.
Sweet John Cage video.
You can’t overdress at anything that calls itself a gala.
Watch your neck, Eva Mendes.
Profile of the author of The Kite Runner.
“A Picture of Our Torn Up Praise” — Phosphorescent (mp3)
Rihanna’s scary new tattoo.
Don’t look out the window.
Bernard Kerik is in a bad spot.
Buying your son guns = not a good idea.
Dartmouth freaks out over column about oral sex.
“Mushaboom (Postal Service Remix)” — Feist (mp3)
David Singer has put out a lot of great music in his time on this earth, but it’s his new release, East of the Fault Line that has us saying uncle.
“Snow” — David Singer (mp3)
“Iodine” — David Singer (mp3)
David Singer (myspace)
Julia on live with Dan Abrams.
Newsweek running the most inaccurate article in history.
Radiohead in hebrew.
Small’s Clone Industries.
In love with Ivanka Trump.
Ron loved Into the Wild!
“Your Brother is My Only Hope” — Le Sport (mp3)
“Hand on Your Heart” — Jose Gonzales (mp3)
ABC versus the Phillipines.
Joe Torre’s fate.
Nice Daily News piece on Jill Scott.
Syrian Jews in Brooklyn.
Josh Schwartz interview.
Flight crew makes dude turn off movie on his iPhone.
McWhorter cracks us up:
The question was whether black students’ reading scores lag behind white ones’ because the difference between Black English and standard English confuses them. That is, does a boy who says dem get thrown by the written word them? Does isn’t look foreign to someone raised on ain’t? I doubt many readers will be surprised that I said no. I knew there were some people who had argued otherwise, but I thought that the simple facts were such that my opinion was, at the very least, one that would be considered valid by linguists and educators specializing in Black English.
Whoops. This was, in fact, the beginning of a new phase in my life as a controversial apostate. I was the sole black linguist in America who just said no. Every single other one asserted that Black English was an African language, or at least so different from standard English that black students were being denied “their rights” to have their speech “acknowledged in the classroom.”
Unbeknownst to me, I had broken ranks. It had been assumed that the new black professor was with the program, devoted not to learning and thinking in itself, but to refining and promoting the basic tenet that life isn’t fair. As such, when the “Ebonics” issue came up I was supposed to paint black students as bilinguals — even if it meant bending facts or outright lying.
Ivy league douchebag!
It’s Caturday.
What the wives of Hollywood are doing.
New George Clooney movie is a bomb.
Police reunion show is a disaster.
Alyssa Milano midriff.
Iran imprisons a leading human rights activist.
PREVIOUSLY ON THIS RECORDING
Molly dropping it like it’s…you know!
The Anatomy Of Charlie Brown’s Melancholy
Bob Dylan, Jon Raymond, Todd Haynes, and The Blow
Ryan Gosling, Harry Nilsson, and Blond Steel.
