Sportus interruptus

Sportus interruptus: Three miles from the finish, the leader in the men's marathon was knocked to the ground by a spectator and was subsequently passed by two runners. The attacker has attempted similar stunts at other events to promote his apocalyptic religious books.

Sports · 2004/08/29 · Comment · Link

Becoming Part of the Entourage

I don't catch much series television these days, but I'm making an exception for Entourage, the new HBO comedy about a hunky simpleton making it big in Hollywood and bringing his childhood friends from Queens along for the ride.

The show has a sly, unforced style that works really well -- no laugh track, no short scenes that exist just to deliver a joke a la Friends, no hurry to tell a story -- and a premise that's naturally funny. Three feckless hangers-on make a living sponging off their pal, fending off challenges to their authority in the form of agents, managers, and a procession of blisteringly hot girlfriends.

There's also a killer cast led by Jeremy Piven as Ari, a ruthless, verbally aggressive agent who gets all the best lines. (One, "let's hug it out, bitch," is becoming a catch phrase.)

Watching this show makes me long for my own posse.

2004/08/21 · Comment · Link

Moral Decay and the National Review

Deal Hudson, the editor of the Catholic publication Crisis and an advisor to President Bush on bringing socially conservative Catholics into the GOP, may be abandoning his work as an outspoken moral scold.

While a tenured professor at Fordham University in 1994, Hudson took sexual advantage of a troubled 18-year-old female student from one of his classes, according to a story that broke yesterday in the National Catholic Reporter.

By her account of the incident, for which Hudson later paid a $30,000 legal settlement, he brought the woman out drinking and she became staggeringly intoxicated. Hudson, a married 44-year-old, dragged the student to his office rather than her dorm room, chivalrously laid his coat on the floor, then had sex with the semi-coherent teen. The next day, he told her not to tell anyone.

Knowing that this story was about to break, Hudson wrote a prebuttal in the National Review that attempts a rare feat: Defending an egregious mistake while refusing to tell anyone what he did.

Hudson, who once wrote an article asking "Are your kids safe at a Catholic college?," betrays himself completely in his carefully parsed response, revealing the kind of person who the Review would scathingly describe as Clintonian under other circumstances.

Describing himself as "happily married," Hudson mentions his 15-year-old daughter and seven-year-old son, managing to work in a mention that the boy was adopted from Romania.

Hudson puts the unspecified offense into the category of past mistakes that "played in my conversion and the grace and the forgiveness I have found only through the Catholic Church," which he documented in the memoir An American Conversion.

There's no explanation of how an incident in 1994 prompted his conversion in 1983 (as dated in the introduction to his book).

The next time the holy rollers of the National Review go on a tear about liberals, Bill Clinton, and America's demagnetized moral compass, remember how quickly and completely they leapt to the defense of Deal Hudson.

2004/08/20 · 1 COMMENT · Link

Walter Cronkite Spit in My Web

For several generations of Americans, Walter Cronkite was the face of television news and is still one of the most respected journalists in the country after anchoring CBS Evening News from 1962 to 1981.

Cronkite may be establishing another legacy with Americans under 40: He's the journalism legend who hates the Internet.

After writing his last syndicated newspaper column, Cronkite used the opportunity to return to one of his favorite themes in recent years -- his desire to see online journalists sued more often:

I am dumbfounded that there hasn't been a crackdown with the libel and slander laws on some of these would-be writers and reporters on the Internet. I expect that to develop in the fairly near future.

Cronkite's grudge against the Internet began with Walter Cronkite Spit in My Food, a parody Web site that claimed the newsman hocked a loogie in another diner's meal at Disney World Epcot.

The site, published in the mid-'90s, combined an actual snapshot of Cronkite dining at a Disney World restaurant table with an obviously false story. Tim Hughes thought it would be funny to turn his chance sighting of the celebrity into comedy gold. One reader's description:

It was an unbelievable account of a drunken Walter Cronkite raging at a honeymooning couple in a restaurant. It included an obviously faked video clip of Walter Cronkite spitting and a fuzzy photograph of a man who looked vaguely like Cronkite. The whole thing was pretty distasteful, but I didn't believe for a second that it that it was anything but fiction.

How did Cronkite take the joke? Not well:

I favor legislation that requires people to stand by their words by identifying themselves on the Internet. They should not be permitted to operate anonymously.

Even though Hughes was never anonymous, publishing the page from his personal Web space, Cronkite has been fulminating ever since for the Internet to be the first mass medium that requires its writers to fully identify themselves.

Someone who has his own School for Journalism ought to recognize the role of anonymous journalists in our history, going all the way back to the pamphleteers hectoring the British crown during the American Revolution.

As a J-school grad and participant in the Online Journalism Awards, I'm disappointed that one of the icons of the business shows so little respect for the online practice of his craft.

The Web represents a great opportunity for journalism to escape the avaricious TV conglomerates that are giving up on the business, replacing real news with endless scandalmongering and infotainment.

As a 37-year-old who may be one of the youngest people to have watched and idolized Cronkite, I think it's a shame that today's news junkies -- who depend a lot more on the Web than the 6 o'clock news -- may come to know him best for this crotchety crusade.

And you can put my name on that.

2004/08/17 · 3 COMMENTS · Link

Welcome to St. Augustine, Charley

As I type this entry, the eye wall of Hurricane Charley is heading up the coastline into St. Johns County, Florida, where it's expected to throw some Category 1 Old Testament wrath of God at Anastasia Island for around an hour before leaving for the Carolinas, the region for which all tropical storms save their worst.

The power is flickering and the house has lost its DirecTV signal because of heavy clouds, so I can't watch the local newscasters who have stayed up late for this, but oddly enough I can still surf their Web site.

Once we figure out how to deliver TV over broadband, I'll never be able to experience the fun of a few hours where the power's out, TV's dead, and there's no other box trying to entertain me.

Before the TV went out, radar indicated rotation cells that could lead to "isolated tornadoes." Now there's an adjective that puts the mind at ease 30 minutes past midnight. Sure it's a tornado, but he didn't bring any friends with him.

I keep looking to our 16-year-old housecat, figuring that she has some kind of animal doppler that would indicate when we need to panic. Apparently things are calm, because she's snoring.

Some people who evacuated the Florida Keys ended up here for the night, which has to be a rough joke now that Charley's passing directly overhead. But they'll soon be able to enjoy some terrific weather at the nicest low-key beaches in Florida, because hurricanes take all of the other bad weather with them when they leave.

2004/08/14 · 2 COMMENTS · Link

Rally the Faithful, Annoy Everyone Else

With 85 days to go until Election Day, two odd stories from the campaign trail:

In Davenport, Iowa, President Bush bought ears of raw corn and took a bite out of one, telling a reporter that "it's really good."

After witnessing this culinary oddness, a Reuters reporter asked for a reaction from an expert who majored in corn:

Raw corn is typically fed to livestock, but Irvin Anderson, a professor of corn physiology and biochemistry at Iowa State University, said some people liked it raw.

"Most people will boil it and put butter on it. But you can eat it off the cob raw. It has a sweet taste to it," he said.

In Rio Rancho, N.M., Republican event organizers turned people away from a Dick Cheney appearance if they wouldn't sign a loyalty oath pledging to vote for Bush.

This practice has taken place at other Republican National Committee rallies, according to the Boston Globe:

RNC spokesman Yier Shi said RNC campaign rallies are not official visits, but party events designed to energize the Republican base. He said everyone is welcome at the rallies as long as they support President Bush.

In their zeal to create a potemkin crowd of adoring supporters, Republicans are alienating the kind of people they need most for a second term: Voters who don't support Bush but are receptive enough to attend an event.

Sending them away -- with a police escort no less -- is crazy politics that won't even keep troublemakers out. Anyone planning to disrupt a rally with partisan hell-raising would lie, quite gleefully, on the loyalty form.

Politics · 2004/08/10 · 1 COMMENT · Link

The Path to Apache Happiness

I'm moving Workbench and dozens of other sites to ServerMatrix, a host in Dallas with some ridiculously low prices for fast servers with generous bandwidth.

Though I am becoming a Linux zealot, I remain awestruck by the amount of grief required to get the components of a LAMP platform -- Linux, Apache, MySQL, Perl, PHP, and Python -- working together successfully.

I burned an entire afternoon Saturday because of a weird issue with PHP that worked fine in Apache 1.3 but was hosed in Apache 2.0.

In my PHP scripts, I grab arguments from the $REQUEST_URI environment variable (PATH_INFO in CGI) rather than using a query string, replacing a search engine unfriendly URL with something better.

Collecting variables from the path is easy in PHP:

This wasn't working on the new server: Apache thought these URLs referred to real directories, responding with a file not found error for every script that used path info.

Thanks to Dan Anderson's terrific Apache 2/PHP installation page, I found the solution: turn the new AcceptPathInfo directive on in httpd.conf:

Simple enough, once you find it, but I made a crazed Kenny Stabler scramble around Google for many hours until I did.

2004/08/09 · 1 COMMENT · Link

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