With 45 comments and counting, the extended discourse between Wharf Rat, Mitch Mulhall, reckless G, and the Con Man continues with no end in sight. "Actually," writes Post Editor Michael Conniff, "I'm not well aware at all of the reasons you keep busting my chops. You don't like commercials and you think I should stop promoting pretty much anything on the air. You don't think Aspen Post is any good despite your own contributions as they prove to the contrary."
"Great," says Post blogger Michael Conniff in comment #26, "now I have two people calling me a pompous ass. At the risk of sounding like a pompous ass, I must humbly say you're both wrong."
In comment #17, Wharf Rate weighs in during a white-hot thread about blogging, Aspen Post, and the state of "Con Games." "I have also revealed enough about myself for you to know where I am coming from," he blogs, "if you have paid attention. For instance, I have repeatedly blogged that I am a resident of Glenwood Springs and have no agenda that supportive Pitkin County, the City of Aspen, or any of its elective officials. I don't know what else to say to make my point--you just seem to have an uncanny ability to miss it. You think I am just criticizing you, the radio show and the blog haphazardly and for no particular reason. If that's what you really think that's just sad."
With the fighting in Georgia, the Con Man makes the intellectual journey from the Cold War to what he calls the Carbon Wars beginning with Gulf War I. Also: A visit from Charlie Firestone, head of the Aspen Institute's Communications and Society program.
The Con Man welcomes the premier rock 'n' roll photographer Lynn Goldsmith, then segues into a discussion of Thomas Friedman, and a visit by the Cancer Babes from the Pathfinders survivors group.
Thomas Friedman, the Pulitzer Prize-winning columnist of The New York Times, was officially christened as king of the world over the weekend in Aspen—and why the hell not?
He wore the mantle lightly at the Aspen Ideas Festival, in part because he married into the gazillionaire Buxbaum family, who have so far given tens of millions of dollars to the town, with the latest dollop a $25 million downpayment for a spanky campus at the Aspen Music Festival and School. But Friedman’s wallop at the podium has all but nothing to do with Bucksbaum bucks, and everything to do with his prescient ability to package the zeitgeist with the tidiness of a juice box—the kind that comes with its own self-piercing straw.
The Con Man and his callers absorb the news of the death of NBC newsman Tim Russert--and what his career says about the practice of journalism today. Also: an interview with Jonathan Dorfman, who worked with Russert for the late Senator Daniel Patrick Moynhihan.
Tim Russert's untimely demise has down-shifted every serious journalist in captivity into a 24-7 coverage of their own grief. No doubt Russert's death warrants attention. He was damn good at what he did, no matter what his critics said. But please let us seek some perspective here. If you have a pulpit on a TV network, what compels you to thrust a colleague's tragic death into the news cycle? I've seen too many red-nosed, blood-shot-eyed news types since Russert's unfortunate passing. It's great that Russert lived well, so well that his circle of friendship eclipsed mere acquaintance. I'm certain I'm not the only one who yearns for letting the Russert family grieve in peace...
But, since that's not the way it's going to be, my favorite Russert clip is when he interviewed Christopher Hitchens and Andrew Sullivan. Sullivan lost his train of thought and Hitchens turned to him and said, "Oh, don't be such a lesbian." Or something like that. I can't find the clip on youtube, but I'm fairly certain there's a reason why the camera focused on Hitchens and Sullivan rather than Russert. I believe the gaff occurred in this interview:
ASPEN, COLORADO—In a great leap across The Pond, the world’s leading classical music magazine Gramophone, based in London , is producing a special edition devoted entirely to the 2008 season of the Aspen Music Festival and School. The 104-page guide was overseen directly by Gramophone editor James Inverne and Gramophone North American section editor Anastasia Tsioulcas and illuminates this premier American music festival’s 2008 season with articles on the festival’s programming, artists and history. The relationship is expected to lead to further editions in 2009 and 2010. The inaugural issue is due out on June 17.
In a fit that had nothing to do with fit, my long-suffering fiancée decided I need to retire my stonewashed denim and replace it with a darker hipper Levi called “1969.”
I didn’t think twice (it’s all right) about it. Jeans are jeans to me as long I can get them over a post-prime waistline expanding faster than the economy is contracting. But the Levis named after one of the best years of our my life—Woodstock, the Mets, the Jets, the Knicks—were so big that even I could fit into them…so big, in fact, that I can’t wear them without a belt.
What’s going on here? My “1969” jeans are a least full-size bigger than the retired jeans of the same size I had to fight so hard to get buttoned up the week before. My “1969” jeans, you see, are nothing more a sham, a fraud, a stonewashed Watergate metaphor for the previously stoned.
You may take this as a challenge and/or invitation to change the future toward a sustainable civilization! The USA grows by 3.1 million annually on its way to adding 100 million people in 30 years. What drives that population overload? Legal and illegal immigration! Water shortages, energy costs, gridlock, crowding, air pollution and quality of life hang in the balance and can only worsen with added population.
My novice attempt at video-making and finally joining the YouTube crowd. I still can't seem to insert the actual video, so the link to YouTube is provided if you click on the photo.