The Journalist

I can’t remember where I first saw the recipe for this drink – either in one of the many cocktail books I own or a web site – but I thought that in these tense days, reporters, correspondents, and writers in general need support more than ever. And booze is good support (also: money).

The Journalist

3/4 oz. gin
1/4 oz. dry vermouth
1/4 oz. sweet vermouth
1/4 oz. Cointreau (or orange Curacao)
1/4 oz. lemon juice
dash of Angostura bitters

Shake all ingredients with ice. Strain into a chilled cocktail glass. Try not to tweet after having a few.


toothachegum1Toothaches are bad.

I know, I know, what a profound observation. To clarify: I hate tooth pain more than pain in other areas of my body. A sprained ankle or a bruised arm or a cut finger, while certainly irritating, can be dealt with. You stay off your feet for the day or you don’t use the arm as much or you put on a Band-Aid. But a toothache is one of those things you just can’t get to. You can’t “stay off your teeth.” The pain shoots up and gives you a headache, and you have to eat and drink liquid on the other side of your mouth, which never quite works because food and drink inevitably wander over to the side where you tooth is hurting you. Your days and nights involve a rotation of Advil and Anbesol and probably some other cures that being with “a” and you wait to see if the pain goes away because it’s “one of those things,” and then you realize the pain isn’t going to go away and you have to call the dentist.

Having said all that, I have a terrific dentist who saw me on short notice. He said it wasn’t too bad and gave me some antibiotics (“a”). Everything should be fine (until the next time it hurts – it needs to come out at some point). It feels a lot better than it did a few days ago, that’s for sure.

By the way, “wisdom teeth” should really be called something else.

Attack of Five Things About Media and Technology Right Now

(I don’t know why I started giving these posts classic sci-fi/monster movie titles, but there you go. Here’s Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, and Part 9.)

1. Saturday Night Live went too far. While the first couple of Jake Tapper/Kellyanne Conway sketches were funny, they never veered into mean territory (and even if they did it was sort of a funny “mean lite”). The Fatal Attraction takeoff this weekend was way over the top. As I realized what direction the sketch was heading – they’re going to make her go full psycho? – I cringed. The show has now painted itself into a corner and has given people who hate the show a lot of ammo, just when it was relevant again (more importantly, the sketch just wasn’t that funny). Where do you go in the next sketch – and of course there are going to be more sketches – after you show her as a nutjob who tries to kill a news anchor and is then revealed to be the undead? (Also, come on: Tapper’s forehead isn’t that big.)

The Cheetos and Russell Stover sketches were good though.

2. When the first episode of a network show suddenly appears online before it premieres, it’s not a “leak.” It’s called “publicity.”

3. Geraldo Rivera has decided to leave his post at Yale University because they’re going to change the name of one of their residential schools, Calhoun College. James C. Calhoun was a slavery advocate and a white supremacist and students/faculty don’t want his name associated with it any longer. I understand the uproar against this, because we can’t go back and change the name on everything that exists because someone may have done something unseemly in the past. We’d have to change, well, everything that exists (though they couldn’t have made a better choice for the replacement than Grace Murray Hopper).

But I think I speak for everyone when I say…Geraldo Rivera taught at Yale?

4. I haven’t watched or cared about the Grammys since I was 25 (many years and four presidents ago), but this new world where “everything is pop culture and must be commented on by every media outlet” means I found out that they forgot Kay Starr in their “In Memoriam” montage last night and it really kevins my bacon. She was fantastic.

5. Hey, there’s a name for a 37-part tweetstorm. It’s called an essay. Or maybe a blog post? A column?



It’s snowing again. Or maybe I should say “still.” After weeks of 50 degree weather we got 14 inches the other day. Another 3 expected today before we get another foot on Sunday night/Monday morning. It’ll nearly be like a picture print from Currier and Ives.

I’d like to thank the people who parked their cars on the sidewalk in front of my apartment the day after the 14 inches fell. Not only did you make it impossible to park any other cars in front of or in back of you, you made walking on the sidewalk more difficult. Well done!