So I just talked to Regina. She says a copyeditor at the P-I once told her she was the worst speller in the history of the paper, and she believes him. She simply meant to write A-R-T. "When it comes to me, it's Occam's Razor. The simplest explanation is the right one," she said. "I'm not Charles Mudede."
Charles laughed one of those great Mudede laughs when he heard this.
I feel quite dim, because I felt sure that my problem-implying problem would have me yelling out the wrong letters as a cheerleader. I need a drink.
This is why journalists and blogging often don't mix. A lot of these people should not be trusted to "publish" without someone else's eyes going over their work.
That's pretty hilarious, though.
Fnarf would like his "F" and "N" back, please.
Regina Hackett is the singlest best argument for why we need two newspapers in Seattle -- she's lovable, eccentric and the last sort of person who would ever pass the personality quiz given to Times applicants. (Sorry, Josh, you're out!
Horray for Regina. Long may she rule.
Art criticism in Seattle!
It reminds me of a great line in "The Player"… One of the best films made since 1990.
When June Gudmundsdottir (played by Greta Scacchi) said she doesn't watch movies -- Griffin Mill (played by Tim Robbins) was in disbelief and asked, "why not?"
June responds succinctly - and rather prophetically - "life's too short."
My point is -- art criticism is dead! Especially in such a small town such as Seattle with small town writers like Regina and Sheila. LIFE IS TOO SHORT to read their musings. Just go out, take in the art and form your own damn opinions!
Jen on the other hand should - and could - move on to bigger and better things in a much larger market.
Asked why, she simply - and propehtically states, "live
Why don't you two get a room?
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