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David Rees has justified the Huffingtonian Blogulation. 'Bout time. Kissinger, like, was he with the Rolling Stones or some other geezer band?
You mean the overhuffed Hypington Post? I dote on Arianna Huffington. For starters, her name is "Arianna Huffington." Sounds like a spammer. Her style is such that I can't tell whether it's affected or she's afflicted. Sample:
And, because the DeLay Foundation for Kids is a charity, not a political fundraising entity (wink, wink), donations to it are unfettered by campaign finance restrictions--the sky's the limit on the amounts that can be donated. (from here)
I will never be able to think of Arianna Huffington as anything other than the freakishly right-wing candidate for mayor of Los Angeles that she was in, um, the late 1980s or early 1990s. I realize intellectually that she's Turned Over A New Leaf now; but it doesn't erase that bad first impression.
I'm afraid that between her "so sarcastic I can't parse what she's actually saying" tone and her history (and perhaps my persistent tendency to think of her in the same breath with Al Franken), the hype about Huffington and her Post is lost on me. She seems like empty calories: amusing enough to read all the way through, but with nothing that sticks to the inside of my brain.
*sigh* I guess I must say something positive about Arianna Huffington for a change. When she ran the astonishingly expensive campaign for her lying indifferent in-the-closet husband, she actually gave speeches in favor of free enterprise space travel. She lobbied to give tax breaks to private satellite companies, which would benefit the local economy of the Santa Maria-Lompoc area, to capitalize on the Vanderberg space launch complex. But then, Newt Gingrich, first running for Congress, proposed accelerated Statehood for space colonies, so I guess that's not a partisan issue. So I eagerly await Arianna's first Science Fiction novel, which could easily be better than Newt's (sorry, mr. Baen).
Maybe the over-hyping was over-hyped?
I'm going to wait and see. That long list of contributors may be just to compensate for their not having Giblets.
The WashPost Media Notes said:
"Will Huffington's blog make news, or just be a collection of occasional posts by Very Important People who can't really be candid without jeopardizing their lucrative ventures?
The best blogs, love 'em or hate 'em, have an unmistakable voice; this will be a cacophony of voices. It's an open question whether the scribblings of the rich and influential can be as compelling as those of previously obscure people who are now online stars."
I asked Google Maps to show me which state Huffington is in, but all it would show me was a map of the local brothels.
For starters, her name is "Arianna Huffington." Sounds like a spammer.
It's a shame that she got divorced though, because Arianna Stassinopoulos-Huffington was even better.
IIRC Huffington is her married name, Stassinopoulos her maiden name (hence the wacky Greek accent). Perhaps she dropped the Stassinopoulos so as not to sound too much like a Sesame Street character.
Gee, I wonder if Arianna is any relation to Harold Stassen....
My first exposure to Huffington was her bio "Picasso: Creator and Destroyer" which was a pretty stark takedown of the master as serial abuser of women, a corrective of sorts to the fawning adulation he had received. It's not a nice read, but interesting.
And Tracy Ullman on the Daily Show casting her in the Lisa role in a fictional remake of Green Acres was priceless...
I seem to be running into the absence of the vocative comma a lot, but didn't expect it here. "Guess what Arianna" makes a certain amount of sense, though. I prefer the current one to the candidate's wife and the Total Woman.
"With my new job, I surf the web alot."
With my old job, I edited the writing of illiterates "alot."
I also suffered spamalot.
Hey, that's a catchy phrase for a song or a multiple-Tony-Award-nominated Broadway musical...
I met her about 5 years ago and rather liked her in person.
The trackback on this post, Rank1, doesn't seem to have anything to do with anything: I think it's spam.
Perhaps she dropped the Stassinopoulos so as not to sound too much like a Sesame Street character.
Or because it's a pain in the backside to have to squash all the letters up like that whenever you fill a form out.
To me, she's an object lesson in why, outside romantic comedy, it's a really bad idea for straight women to marry their wacky gay best friend.
This explains absolutely everything. Uh huh.
Researchers Pinpoint Brain's Sarcasm Sensor
By Randy Dotinga
MONDAY, May 23 (HealthDay News) -- Oh yeah, right!
No, it's true -- many of you don't go a day without dishing out several doses of sarcasm. But some brain-damaged people can't comprehend sarcasm, and Israeli researchers think it's because a specific brain region has gone dark.
The region, according to the researchers, handles the task of detecting hidden meaning, a crucial component of sarcasm. If that part of the brain is out of commission, the irony doesn't come through, the scientists report in the May issue of Neuropsychology.
"People with prefrontal brain damage suffer from difficulties in understanding other people's mental states, and they lack empathy," said study co-author Simone Shamay-Tsoory, a researcher at the University of Haifa. "Therefore, they can't understand what the speaker really is talking about, and get only the literal meaning."