When Jonathan Landman walked into the room, I had him pegged for a New York Times guy. With his squared glasses and graying hair, he looks like a Times guy. With his composure and enunciation, he talks like a Times guy. But what he told me was not exactly what I was expecting from a Times guy.
Will Rupert Murdoch work with law enforcement to make widespread arrests of his MySpace users for the good of the community?
As if it wasn’t bad enough that you might not get that fabulous job because of a handful of un-PC comments on your MySpace, now you can get tossed in the slammer for posting your answer to the above question online.
This weekend, the Daily News (who else?) broke the story that Page Six lackey Jared Paul Stern met with billionaire recluse Ron Burkle to strike a $220,000 deal that made the investor immune from printed lies on the page for a year. Wait. Struck a deal? Illegal. Printed lies? Unethical. Recluse? Fantastical.
Bravo, SPIN. With a little flourish and some Klosterman karma, you fooled hundreds of bloggers into thinking that Axl Rose was finally going to deliver after 15 years with Chinese Democracy.
Kurt Andersen says celebrities are dead and we’re slowly beginning to shun their dying personas. I think he’s wrong – and Paris Hilton is probably banking on it, Sidekick and all.
Arianna Huffington screwed up. She knows it, George Clooney knows it, the blogosphere knows it, and now, the nation. On March 13, Huffington strung together a bunch of comments George Clooney made to other media outlets regarding the war in Iraq.
With March Madness in full swing, CBS’s streamed telecasts are to a college basketball fan what a Ferrari is to a 16-year-old kid with a new driver’s license: high-octane freedom. Not only can I argue with friends over which player made a better basket, I can watch the game on my laptop while I’m stuck in an office meeting about teamwork.
Now with Logo, an MTV-owned gay channel, Bravo’s OutZoneTV.com, gay broadband entertainment, and PlanetOut, a crop of gay magazines and websites, gay media is flying around faster than Scott Stapp’s sex video.
From Dean screams to trial denials, the Gallup poll has been a wonderfully cynical way to tap into the fears of your favorite American-next-door. But their latest poll on the Big Easy had me scratching my head.
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