As it turns out, I am not too hot for the Los Angeles Times (see previous post). Or at least not anymore. The following company wide email from Sam Zell, our new owner, arrived this morning.
Everyone,
I learned on the first leg of our tour of Tribune’s business units that some of them were filtering Internet content. I do not see how a member of the Fourth Estate, dedicated to protecting the First Amendment, can censor what its own employees and partners can see.
I have instructed that all content filters be removed. You are now exposed to the dangers of You Tube and Facebook.Please use your best judgment.
Let’s focus on what is important, and go for greatness.
Or sosaid U.S. Attorney Patrick Fitzgerald back in 2004, before he became famous as the special prosecutor who convicted Vice President Dick Cheney’s aide Scooter Libber.
Doesn’t look so cute after you hear that, does it?
I wonder where the royalties for the commercial are going. Is M.O.B. Records still operating? If not, who is collecting off the track these days?
It looks like their Web site is down. Here’s what the homepage says:
Sorry our site’s broken… but we have had problems with our web server and a slow hosting company (yawn!) and we’ve had to take it out of service. We will resume normal service in the next day or so… Come back soon!
Thanks for being here for us…
Maybe I’ll send an email over to the McDonalds PR squad on this.
After perfecting the hell out of the electro angle they went after on Black Cherry with 2005’s Supernature, Alison Goldfrapp and Will Gregory have picked a pitch perfect change of direction. If the lead single, “A&E,” is any indication, they’re intent on moving into Kate Bush’s old territory. All airy longing and surging electronic burble. Oh, I’m thrilled.
What follows is a screenshot from the Web site of the Las Vegas Sun. It was snapped from the comment rolls at the bottom of editor and president Brian Greenspun’s endorsement of Hillary Clinton.
With the presidential primaries working up to their full fury, it can sometimes seem like darkforebodings are blooming all around us. I know all the political rancor cangetpeopledown. But look on the bright side, public angst always makes a good season for what my favorite comedian, Bill Hicks, dubbed “the comedy of hate.”
For instance, when I emailed my uncle a couple of the goofy tag clouds I’ve cooked up at work lately (ex. one, two), here was his response, unedited:
Maybe you can do one for me that shows the frequency of
words I use to describe politicians.
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