quarta-feira, 25 de junho de 2008

Sen. Hillary Clinton returns to the Senate and Sen. Pelosi praises her -- too little, too late

Day 2 on the Hill for Clinton

By David M. Herszenhorn, New York Times, June 25, 2008

Senator Hillary Rodham Clinton and House Speaker Nancy Pelosi on Wednesday. (Photo: Alex Wong/Getty Images)
[BLOGGER'S NOTE: A picture is worth a thousand words -- here is Sen. Clinton being praised to the skies by Sen. Pelosi -- the same Sen. Pelosi who was one of the first politicians to call for Sen. Clinton to withdraw from the race.]

On her second day back to work at the Capitol, Senator Hillary Rodham Clinton met with the House Democratic caucus, as Speaker Nancy Pelosi hailed her as “the most respected political figure in America” drawing a huge round of applause.

The visit with House Democrats, the single largest pool of superdelegates, could not have been easy for Mrs. Clinton given how party insiders increasingly turned away from her in support of Barack Obama throughout the long Democratic primary campaign.

But House leaders eased the way, showering her with praise. And Mrs. Clinton herself acknowledged how tough her loss had been, while pledging to do every thing she can to help Mr. Obama.

“This was a very difficult campaign, let’s be honest,” Mrs. Clinton said at the end of her 10-minute remarks, according to Democrats who were present. “It caused some heartburn … but we are a family; we are the Democratic Party and we are on the same team. So let’s go out and win and November!”

She got a standing ovation.

Mrs. Pelosi said Senator Clinton’s campaign could be summed up best by one word: respect.

“She has emerged from this campaign as the most respected political figure in America.”

Mrs. Clinton returned the praise with a joke at the expense of the Senate where the Democrats’ slim majority has struggled against Repiblican opposition.

“Madam Speaker, it’s wonderful to be here in the body that can actually pass legislation.”

Representative Rahm Emanuel of Illinois opened the session saying, “The Senate is a club, the Democratic House caucus is your family.”

And Representative Charles B. Rangel of New York said: “She is no longer Bill Clinton’s wife, she is a national and international leader in her own right.”

At one point, Mrs. Clinton said; “It’s good to be back in the Senate as “just an ordinary, run-of-the-mill superdelegate,” and added, “I will do everything I can to make sure Senator Obama is elected president.”

Link to article: http://thecaucus.blogs.nytimes.com/2008/06/25/day-2-on-the-hill-for-clinton/

sábado, 14 de junho de 2008

Tornado in Orchard, Iowa, June 10, 2008

A huge tornado funnel cloud touches down in Orchard, Iowa, Tuesday, June 10, 2008 at 9:04 p.m. The Globe Gazette and Mitchell County Press News reported that Lori Mehmen of Orchard, took the photo from outside her front door. Mehmen said the funnel cloud came near the ground and then went back up into the clouds. Besides tree and crop damage, no human injuries were reported. (AP Photo/Lori Mehmen)

Text and photo from this site: http://news.yahoo.com/nphotos/Midwest-Storms-huge-tornado-funnel-cloud-touches-down-Orchard-Iowa-

terça-feira, 10 de junho de 2008

Katha Pollitt on Hillary Clinton and Iron My Skirt

Hillary Clinton came this close. In fact, as of this writing, she hasn't formally conceded. Nobody really understands why: why she stuck it out this long, given the math, and why she gave such a grudging, graceless version of her stump speech after the South Dakota primary clinched the nomination for Barack Obama. Suggestions I've heard are not very flattering: she hopes to whittle down her multimillion-dollar campaign debt with donations from the deluded die-hards screaming Denver! Denver! She wants the number-two spot. She's a crazy narcissistic rhymes-with-rich. Maybe she's just ticked off because pundits have been trying to hustle her off the stage ever since her third-place finish in the Iowa caucuses.

  • Katha Pollitt: Once the bitterness of the present moment has faded, people will recognize they owe Hillary Clinton a standing ovation, even if they can't stand her.

Some think Clinton's loss, and the psychodrama surrounding it, will set women back. I think they're wrong. Love her or loathe her, the big story here is Americans saw a woman who was a serious, popular, major-party candidate. Clinton showed herself to be tough, tireless, supersmart and definitely ready to lead on that famous Day One. She raised a ton of money and won 17.5 million votes from men and women. She was exciting, too: she and Obama galvanized voters for six long months--in some early contests, each of them racked up more votes than all the Republican candidates combined. Once the bitterness of the present moment has faded, that's what people will remember. Because she normalized the concept of a woman running for President, she made it easier for women to run for every office, including the White House. That is one reason women and men of every party and candidate preference, and every ethnicity too, owe Hillary Clinton a standing ovation, even if they can't stand her.

There's another reason to be grateful to her. Clinton's run has put to rest the myth that we are living in a postfeminist wonderland in which all that stands in women's path is women themselves. Like a magnet--was it the pantsuit?--Clinton drew out the nation's misogyny in all its jeering glory and put it where we could all get a good look at it. "Iron my shirt" hecklers. Wearers of Bros Over Hos T-shirts and buyers of Hillary nutcrackers. Fans of the Citizens United Not Timid website (check the acronym). Vats of sexist nastiness splattered across the Comments section of hundreds of blogs and websites. It's as if every obscene phone caller and every exhibitionist in America decided to become an amateur political pundit.

As for the real pundits, thank you, Hillary, for showing us the snickering belittling of women that passes for media commentary: Rush Limbaugh, no Adonis, wondering out loud if "the country" was ready to watch a woman age in the White House; Chris Matthews, Don Imus and Tucker Carlson with their litany of insults--she-devil, Satan, witch, Antichrist, Lady Macbeth. NPR's Ken Rudin compared her to Glenn Close's indestructible bunny-boiler character in Fatal Attraction. And surely a special prize goes to Keith Olbermann for his indignant, hysterical bombast after Clinton's ham-handed reference to RFK's assassination. Rarely has men's terror of women with more brains than a Bratz doll been on such public display. And, of course, men were what we mostly saw up there on the small screen, yakking and blathering away.

It wasn't just men, though. Thank you, Hillary, for letting us get a good look at female sexism: the catty fashionistas and Style page dingbats obsessing over her clothes, her hair, her weight, her cleavage, her laugh. Air America's Randi Rhodes calling her a "big fucking whore," Maureen Dowd offering up her twice-weekly dose of vinegar and dozens of women writers musing prettily about why they and their friends all hate Hillary. Could it be they're jealous? Not, as novelist Mary Gordon has suggested, of Hillary's bagging of sexy Bill (yuck) but of her unsinkable ambition and drive. Hillary's run upset the carefully balanced apple cart of trade-off and resignation and semi-suppressed frustration that is how women of the professional class accommodate to patriarchy lite.

Please note: I don't claim Clinton lost because she's a woman. (I think it was her Iraq vote, which she could never justify or renounce; assorted strategic mistakes; the bumptious interventions of her husband; and, most of all, that Barack Obama, a prodigiously gifted, charismatic politician, took the banner of change away from her.) The attacks on her may even have helped by making women voters identify with her. In New Hampshire, pols' and pundits' sexist mockery of her "misting" made women rally to her side and revitalized her campaign.

Now those women, not all white and not all working class, are on the political map, and so are the issues that made them identify with Clinton: the glass ceiling and the sticky floor, the inequality built into marriage and family life, sexual harassment and assault, lack of support for caring work--paid or unpaid--and, underlying them all, a fundamental lack of respect that over the years can make a woman feel fed up to here. It's an irony of this campaign that Clinton was seen by the pundit class as a kind of über-diva whose attempts to reach out were transparently phony (beer and Canadian Club, anyone?) and yet millions of ordinary women--white, Latino and black--saw their struggles mirrored in hers. I won't deny that there's racism and xenophobia in the mix for some--hatred of Obama as affirmative action trickster and secret Muslim. It's incredibly important for Clinton to do the right thing and rally these women to Obama, and I wish I felt surer that she would rise to the occasion.

She could begin by pointing out that Obama is pro-woman and prochoice and as President will pursue policies to benefit all women--on labor, healthcare, sexual violence and many other issues. She could tell her supporters a vote for McCain is crazy. She could even tell them that a biracial man in the White House will make it easier for voters to imagine other nontraditional kinds of Presidents--like the next woman who decides to run.

Whoever that woman is, though, she'd better have the hide of a rhinoceros.

Link to article: http://www.thenation.com/doc/20080623/pollitt/


segunda-feira, 9 de junho de 2008

The Pleasure of Being William Shatner

Blogger's note to William Shatner: please don't pass on before I do -- I could not take the loss.

LOS ANGELES, California (AP) -- The SUV pulls to an abrupt stop on Ventura Boulevard in Studio City. In the middle of the westbound lane is a man in a loud shirt, his body coiled with energy, darting across traffic toward a strip mall.


William Shatner sinks his teeth deep into life, reveling in acting -- and everything else.

The driver jumps visibly, and not merely at the presence of a human being on the pavement. It's who that human is: Without the hasty application of power brakes, one of the most recognizable faces in the history of American television would have become one with the road.

But it's lunchtime, after all. Good sushi is across the street. And a guy like William Shatner is not about to be stopped by something as mundane as traffic.

Why did William Shatner cross the road? Why has he ever? To get to the other side. To see what's out there. To find out stuff and inhale the universe in his singular Shatnerian way. It's the story of his life -- and the lives of the characters he has breathed, spoken and shouted into existence over a 50-year performing career.

It's the story of "Boston Legal" bombast Denny Crane, racing to experience all life's pleasures before Alzheimer's drags him not-so-gentle into that good night. It's the story of the Priceline Negotiator, that discount-travel maniac who barnstorms across the planet to get us better deals on hotels and flights. It's the story of James T. Kirk, the wise and womanizing starship captain who led a crew of 23rd-century explorers across interstellar backroads.

And it's the story of Shatner himself -- a man governed by his passions and interests, a man who crosses new roads every day, gleefully ignoring those who dismiss him and conquering frontiers he never dreamed possible. A cultural phenomenon who, despite tales of his galactic ego, seems strikingly down to Earth as he shapes and basks in the third golden age of his career. Interactive: The legacy of "Star Trek" »

"I'm trying to fill the cracks in the bricks that have been written. I'm the mortar," he says. "That's what an actor should be doing."

Yes, he's been pilloried over the years -- perhaps justifiably here and there -- for his roundhouse method-actor style, for his apparent obliviousness of his own over-the-topitude, for his primal, all-encompassing Shatnerness.

But being snide about William Shatner is so 1997. He is 77 now, post-post ironic, doing precisely what he wants to -- and, finally, no longer terrified about making a living. "Live life like you're gonna die, because you're gonna," he sang a few years ago. And he does: "There is so much going on with me right now, it's difficult to believe all of it," he says.

After the brutally honest 2004 album "Has Been" with Ben Folds, after the Emmy in 2004 and the second Emmy in 2005 and the new autobiography this spring, if you're still stuck parodying Shatner's staccato delivery and making T.J. Hooker toupee cracks, the joke, friend, is on you.

* * * * *

Things William Alan Shatner has done that you haven't:

- Released a live lemur from a baby carriage to help three women book cheaper travel online.

- Broken up a road-rage argument on a Los Angeles street on his way to the Academy Awards.

- Portrayed himself as a pickled severed head in "Futurama."

- Lent his face to psychopath Michael Myers of the original "Halloween," whose producers bought a Captain Kirk mask and painted it white.

- Cracked a fart joke in a "Star Trek" movie.

- Simulated copulation with a Candice Bergen doll on prime-time network TV.

* * * * *

"Lemurs," William Shatner is explaining through mouthfuls of sushi, "are primitive animals of many varieties."

You name the subject, he's fascinated. Global warming. Asian soap operas. The sentience of fish. Afghan politics. The turkeys he deep-fries in a "multimedia show" every Thanksgiving. And his timeless loves -- his wife Elizabeth, his three daughters and his racehorses.

Shatner is an excellent host, encouraging his guests -- a reporter, a photographer, the marketing chief of Priceline -- to consume every kind of raw fish on the menu. "Are you enjoying this?" he says more than once. "No -- really. I want you to enjoy this." In the background, John Denver is singing "Annie's Song": "You fill up my senses."

To sit and talk with Shatner over a meal is its own multimedia show. You start by marveling about the familiar voice you're hearing. By and by, you begin paying attention to what he's saying, which is a theme park of topics. This is a guy who, in his new autobiography "Up Till Now," rhapsodizes about a gas station where he found "the finest tire air I've ever encountered."

We often think of performers' roles as secret decoder rings -- that if you put everyone ever portrayed by Shatner into a blender and pressed frappe, you'd have Shatner the man. That's absurd. But being around Shatner, the debt that the characters owe the man is clear.

He has a conversational style -- a cognitive style, even -- of starting slowly, navigating his way into a topic and, in the course of a single sentence, transforming from cool introspection to full-on oratory.

This much-scorned, steam-gaining delivery is the product of a man thinking something through and finding conviction along the way. With Captain Kirk, it went like this: "Risk -- RISK is our business. THAT'S what this starship is all about. That's why we're a-BOARD her!"

With Shatner, it goes like this: "We can't wait for something dire to happen before this democracy decides to gird up and FIGHT global warming. We're on ... a collision course ... with HIStory!" (This is followed quickly by, "Shall we order something else?")

Joining us for lunch is Brett Keller, chief marketing officer at Priceline.com, where Shatner has been frontman for a decade, urging people to name their own price. Both sides have benefited: Priceline got an iconic figure to shape its brand, and Shatner got stock options and a forum upon which to surf back into the collective consciousness.

In the latest Priceline ads, Shatner bursts forth as the Priceline Negotiator, a mashup of James Bond and Ron Popeil who will do anything to help people broker better deals. Like most of us, Keller is both amused by and in awe of this star who came to a commercial shoot and started developing the character.

"You're a celebrity (and) you're asked to do a 30-second television spot. It's not the most glamorous thing in the world. But he dives in," Keller says. Market research, Priceline says, has shown an affinity for Shatner across age groups and demographics.

"Everyone knows William Shatner," Keller says. "You either love him or you hate him, and I think most people love him."

For the hecklers, Shatner has a message. Decades after his much-maligned album, "The Transformed Man," boldly took "Lucy in the Sky With Diamonds" into strange new worlds, Shatner performed songs from "Has Been" before 4,000 cheering fans. He closed with "Lucy" and thrust a meaty digit skyward during the duration of the song.

It wasn't his forefinger. It wasn't his ring finger. It wasn't his pinky, either.

* * * * *

"Now is everything." -- Denny Crane

* * * * *

He has always favored unusual paths. You don't make an entire horror movie in Esperanto ("Incubus," 1964) otherwise. You don't open an equestrian camp to help disabled Israeli and Arab children get along. And you certainly don't serenade George Lucas by dancing with stormtroopers while singing a personalized version of "My Way."

Let's even put this on the table: William Shatner is vulnerable.

Stop smirking. Do you have the guts to get out there and whisper gently to the public about the night you found your wife dead in your swimming pool? Do you possess the chops to portray a lawyer who's slowly losing his mind? Would you record a dramatic reading of Exodus backed by the Arkansas Symphony Orchestra while knowing full well you'll be heckled by guys who, 40 years later, are still maligning your version of "Mr. Tambourine Man"?

With these choices, Shatner has carved himself a unique place in the culture through a complicated blend of sincerity, bombast, wink-nudge irony and self-parody. Hate him or love him, rarely has an entertainer straddled giggles and glory so adeptly. And rarely does a performer have three distinct and separate careers, each building on the last:

- Shatner No. 1: I'm a Very Serious Actor. This one played tortured men in two "Twilight Zone" installments, a slick racist in 1962's "The Intruder" and created the role of the iconic Captain Kirk in the original "Star Trek." This Shatner was drama on steroids, and he endured through the 1980s with the tough-as-nails "Hooker" and a Captain-Kirk reprise in seven "Star Trek" movies.

- Shatner No. 2: I Laugh At Myself And You Can Too. Emerged around 1997. There were hints of this Shatner earlier -- well-played comedy in a couple "Trek" episodes and a deadpan cameo in "Airplane II." But Shatner really jumped into self-parody in a 1997 film called "Free Enterprise," in which he played a heightened version of himself. Then came his appearance as the alien leader on "Third Rock From The Sun" and his first Priceline ads, which cast him as a zeitgeisty, lounge-lizard joker.

"Something's happened out there," he told me a decade ago in the middle of this period. "People are perceiving me as funny, and they want funny things from me." He laughed all the way to the bank, and we marveled at his ability to reinvent himself.

- Shatner No. 3: We Laughed Until We Cried. The most sophisticated Shatner of all.

For years, it was assumed that Shatner equaled Kirk. Then came Denny Crane, a Boston law firm's rainmaker enduring the beginning of "the mad cow." Denny is loudmouthed, sexist, self-obsessed and terrified at what age is stealing. Only his much younger colleague, Alan Shore, understands the panic behind the bluster.

This Shatner combined the serious and the comic in the most unusual way. "I've obviously had those instruments at my call," he says, "but the opportunity to use them wasn't there."

Denny Crane offered that, but so did something else. As he was winning Emmys, Shatner ventured back into the admittedly narrow niche of spoken-word singing -- a pantheon in which he had been roundly denounced -- and paired up with Folds for the audaciously named "Has Been."

In what's best described as aging white-guy rap, Shatner joined musical stalwarts like Henry Rollins and Joe Jackson to sing -- and sometimes write -- a concept album about age and regret. People, skeptical people, called it honest and moving.

In one song, "Real," Shatner joined Brad Paisley for this lyric: "I'd love to help the world in all its problems. But I'm an entertainer -- and that's all."

No, he's not the captain of the Enterprise. But he shortchanges himself with that statement. Something's going on with Shatner, some odd alchemy.

He's mined a vein of cultural coal that transcends ubiquity. He's been pitchman, legend, action figure, in-joke, cover boy, game-show host, cultural signpost, embodiment of a bright future. The cultural transaction has become so intricate that even a 2006 Comedy Central roast in which everyone from Betty White to Ron Howard's baby brother raised a leg in his direction seemed somehow forced, as if pimply teenage delinquents were shooting BBs at the cast-iron statue of a Civil War general.

"Shatner is THE epitome of the post-ironic, 21st-century American cultural attitude," says Robert Thompson, a Syracuse University television and pop-culture historian.

"He's completely taken the entire history of American mass entertainment from radio days to the present and melded it into a character that's completely contemporary," Thompson says, his cadence growing Shatnerlike. "I'm going to be teaching that guy 50 years from now in my history of television classes if I'm still alive."

Or put it another way. One of Shatner's daughters and her husband like to play a game: Get through an entire day without seeing an image of Dad somewhere in public and you win.

Usually, no one does.

* * * * *

"Galloping around the cosmos is a game for the young." -- an aging James T. Kirk in "Star Trek II: The Wrath of Khan"

* * * * *

Midmorning on the "Boston Legal" set, where Denny Crane is proposing marriage to a sexy Montana cattle rancher. She'll think about it, she says.

With each take, more dimensions emerge in Shatner's performance. This is not a man known for subtlety, but he should be. He lends personality to Denny's nose, eyes, lips as he tries to release the ache of a fading giant trying to get the girl. By the final take, the scene is heart-wrenching.

The mutual devotion between Denny and James Spader's Alan Shore is extraordinary. Rare is the honest male TV friendship; most buddy scenes are dispatched with testosterone and awkwardness. But Denny and Alan are like lovers without the attraction; they share everything and work to understand each other -- not unlike another deep friendship, that of Kirk and Spock.

"I personally have never had a friend in reality like the ones I have chosen to act in fiction -- the total honesty, the total commiseration," Shatner says. "I would suggest that that kind of male friendship doesn't exist very much."

Shatner makes acting choices that hammer home the depth of the Denny-Alan bond -- like gazing directly at Spader during their balcony scenes at show's end and speaking gently rather than deploying Denny's usual bluster.

"There's no toxic sexuality involved. It's a friendship based entirely on communication and empathy," Shatner says. "It's this emotional attachment -- this looking into the eyes and saying, `Tell me."'

Why does Denny Crane work so well? Some of it is David E. Kelley's writing, but some is sheer Shatnerness.

"He brings to the moment everything you know about him," says David Fisher, who collaborated with Shatner on the new autobiography. "He's not a fresh face. We know who William Shatner is, as an audience. We know what he's been through. We know the ridicule he's received, we know the plaudits he's received. He's been part of our lives for so long."

Shatner as Kirk may be a memory. While Leonard Nimoy will be featured as an aging Spock in J.J. Abrams' reboot of the "Trek" franchise next year, Shatner isn't coming aboard; his character died in 1994's "Star Trek Generations" and will be played in the new film by the young actor Chris Pine.

Other than that, all things seem possible, from racing horses to developing a pet project called "Shiva Club," which follows two young comedian wannabes who, trying to network, crash the wake of an old-school Jewish comic.

"I have all of the hungers and passions and desires of when I was 20," Shatner says. "There's nothing I can't do."

Back in Shatner's office post-sushi, I ask about the paths he has chosen, about how his professional life became this unique seriocomic balance and how he manages to be a performer who is lampooned yet still respected deeply. He smiles, then frowns. "I just did what was necessary," he says.

Shatner plays with a new iPhone his assistant has procured for him. The Google Maps coordinates for his office are keyed in and he marvels, impressed at yet another fascinating thing the world has coughed up. "This is really fun," he says, tapping away. "I'll figure it out." Which, these days, you could say about anything in his world.

After all this time, he lives life like he's gonna die, because he's gonna. But when the time finally comes to take that trip, don't be surprised if William Shatner tries to name his own price.

Link to article: http://edition.cnn.com/2008/SHOWBIZ/TV/06/09/shatner.the.inimitable.ap/index.html