Fox's Red Eye Lampoons Cable News with Absurd 16-Person Panel http://t.co/WMsVWK7vIp (VIDEO) pic.twitter.com/BcDjEzSEF9
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Fox's Red Eye Lampoons Cable News with Absurd 16-Person Panel http://t.co/WMsVWK7vIp (VIDEO) pic.twitter.com/BcDjEzSEF9
— Mediaite (@Mediaite) February 10, 2015
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3 comments:
Thank you. LOLOLOL.
I don't have cable and I miss Red Eye the most.
I can't access the links right now, so let's go off topic. Why not?
I was just cleaning out one of my desk drawers and I found a bunch of quotes I'd written down on scraps of paper. Many of them were from commenters at TOP.
Now I am waiting for the catastrophe of my personality to seem beautiful again, and interesting, and modern.
Not from the internet, though. Got it from an earlier episode of Mad Men. It's from a poem by Frank O'Hara that Don Draper was reading.
Don't know the original context.
Never read the poem.
Always more to the story, when it comes to scraps.
The rest of the poem is here with more on the Mad Men O'hara/Draper connection here
But it was another that stayed my attention, following thoughts on Lem's Levity as a ship in need of more deck hands to hoist the sails.
To the Harbormaster
BY FRANK O'HARA
I wanted to be sure to reach you;
though my ship was on the way it got caught
in some moorings. I am always tying up
and then deciding to depart. In storms and
at sunset, with the metallic coils of the tide
around my fathomless arms, I am unable
to understand the forms of my vanity
or I am hard alee with my Polish rudder
in my hand and the sun sinking. To
you I offer my hull and the tattered cordage
of my will. The terrible channels where
the wind drives me against the brown lips
of the reeds are not all behind me. Yet
I trust the sanity of my vessel; and
if it sinks, it may well be in answer
to the reasoning of the eternal voices,
the waves which have kept me from reaching you.
The reach of a blog, a bat, and the commonest or most uncommon of the rabble/Rabel that post is not to be underestimated or overvalued, as it is truly a thing of mystery. I will say I enjoyed a lovely box Anton Berg chocolate liqueurs as a gift due to the fact that someone here mentioned sending one to their son. So there's that. Scraps. As potent as a poem fragment or a teaspoon of spirits.
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