80 results for 'Glenn T'
Okay, so I’ve mentioned this a few times in previous pieces, and seeing as how the subject trend has not withered and died under the weight of its own absurdity (as I had hoped), it’s time to take it head on: What the hell is up with “skinny jeans”?!
No, seriously, I don’t get this. I really don’t. After nearly three and a half decades on this planet, and exposure to what must certainly be hundreds of thousands of different forms of attire – I honestly cannot conceive of a less flattering and more ridiculous way to clothe one’s... (more)
Against all odds, I finally believe it: Iraq is now safer than the United States. And no, it’s not post-election euphoria clouding my mind. No, after six years of watching an endless news stream of insurgent and poorly directed violence result in seemingly endless American casualties – I finally get a news item so purely devoid of spin that I’ve no choice to believe it and draw the conclusion above. In case you missed it, at a joint news conference in Iraq, where President Bush (alongside Iraqi Prime Minister Nuri Kamal al-Maliki) was talking about... (more)
I’m not sure I really became aware of the potentially oppressive nature of signs until I, as a teenager, heard Tesla reprise the Five Man Electrical Band’s 1971hit, “Signs”. Unfortunately, the spirit of the song didn’t really endure as well as the tune itself. After all, it was the 1990’s and, at the time, it qualified as “rebellious” to wear a flannel shirt to school and stop combing your hair on a regular basis (thank you, Seattle). But, it was then I began to notice just how many signs there were around; parking signs, street signs,... (more)
The drama of sport, as Jim McKay used to remind us weekly, is both “the thrill of victory, and the agony of defeat.” As I’ve waxed most recently, the current crop of sports commentators hired to deliver this drama to us is often so eager to dumb it down and spoon feed it to us, that they often jump to conclusions that are not only premature but frequently wrong. But just ask, Vinko Bogataj, defeat sells; over and over again, actually. But in the case of Alicia Sacramone, and the women’s team gymnastics final, both the live commentary and the post event interviewer... (more)
Lately, I've read my share of pundits waxing on about the over-commercialization of the Olympics. And I've endured at least a year of political protest and political impact stories about these latest Games. To be certain, it is globally and historically significant that they are being held in the epicenter of communist China, Beijing. Despite my initial skepticism, this edition of the Summer Games is very much China's "coming out party". Which they are in dire need of.
The last time most of us remember China in the world news involved the same Tiananmen Square prominently... (more)
I don’t need another reason to hate Hillary Clinton. They already abound. Just when the DNC has finally convinced me to “Vote for Change” (a feat rendered all the more extraordinary when placed against the backdrop of my fifteen years as a registered Republican) they seem bent on making the entire process as unpalatable as possible. The media still seems unwilling, or perhaps unable, to let go of the Clinton candidacy, and the Democrats seem to think that the solution to the tragic final chapter of the GOP “dynasty” that was the Bush family - is a dynasty... (more)
So, ladies, gentlemen and El G, it’s come to this. The Broo Thunderdome must finally be adjudicated, there must be a champion crowned. Rest assured that when wrested this idea from Bill Friday three weeks ago, I had no idea what I was getting myself into. In fact, I imagined that the idea would get little or no play with the Broo faithful, and it would die shortly after I drafted the initial piece. Little did I know that now nine articles later, I would have generated 160 comments (most better than the articles themselves), 39 reviews (most of them sterling – save one angry... (more)
As with any tournament, the excitement of plentiful opening round match-ups and endless possibilities must, at some point, give way to the reality that is, there must ultimately be a winner. As sobering as this thought is on its own, it is also accompanied by the harsh reality that each halving round brings a greater and greater disappointment - for to be out early is to not know being just one or two steps from a championship. The Broo Deathmatch has finally been whittled down to four writers whose personalities are at least as prolific as their writing - or in the tournament parlance... (more)
Right, so I have it on pretty good authority that no one's been able to gather a critical mass of Broo writers yet - but since I threw it out there, here's the deal. I'm gonna have folks over on Monday evening (April 7th) to watch the NCAA Men's Championship game here in Burbank, and I'd like to invite the Broo writers to join me. Now, I'm not going to post my address here in the article, because that's just stupid. But if you'd like to come - just drop me a message and I'll send you the location.
As an added bonus, I will not reveal the winner of the Broo Deathmatch until that... (more)
To be honest, I knew that, at some point, this would get difficult. Before this round, I could look at the brackets, and with only a few exceptions, pick the winners right away. But now we’ve gotten down to some of Broo’s best and most profound personalities – and parsing between them is nearly impossible. Writing this has been the most fun I’ve had writing since I joined the Broo. It’s certainly not the best stuff I’ve written, and it goes against the very sage advice I once got in writing humor (to never use “inside” jokes ),... (more)