Eduardo chimes in with a "Kerry is so very caring" post here—it would embarrass me enough to send him the book. ...
I can see the red taillights: No one in the Fray thinks the near-miss attack on an El-Al plane on Thanksgiving is as scary as James Fallows does. But the reasons differ. Clutch_john thinks Americans are insulated by their chauvanism—"no one in America cares about this instance because it happened outside of the country with a non-American plane"—while Thrasymachus thinks Americans are more valorous than Fallows gives them credit for:
when did Americans become such cowards? When did we reach this pernicious conclusion that any risk, however remote or hypothetical, was unacceptable? When did we come to value "security" to the point where any sacrifice (including, ironically, peace) became worthwhile?
In Napoli, where love is king: The TV Club Fray consistently works back and forth between the details on screen and the welling emotions of the end of the Sopranos season. GMG gives us a sense of the objective correlatives of Furio's sadness:
He cannot simply move to Mineola or Minneapolis; Carmela would pursue him, find some reason. Napoli is much safer. So for her, he gives up the U.S. (which he loves, did you see the way his eyes fixed on the displays of flags at roadside gas stations?) for Naples, which is no longer a place he wants to be. He returns to the female boss, the hamburger wrappers at the Naples Cathedral--a place where he will be unhappy, so that Carmela may live.
He was better in E/R than in er: There is even more evocative criticism in the Movies Fray, where zeitguy describes George Clooney's acting chops here:
I disagree with Edelstein on Clooney's ability as an actor ... When he is dictating a voice mail to a client's phone, the barrenness of his exhausted professional commitment comes through in the stiff lip and bleak phrasing. In "Three Kings" Clooney showed he could swagger and command as well as goof and flirt. In this movie he summons a flayed soul. It is Irish to the quick, a gruel of blood and oatmeal.
He brings to mind Richard Burton's toppled priest in Night of the Iguana.
And there is an amusing thread (beginning here) where Kudos_heaves pointedly asks Rosenkreutz a did-I-get-that-right question:
so its ok for homosexuals to be finicky about decor and grooming, but it's FUNNY when gays have something to say about science?
Bat's entertainment: In the Television Fray, which is discussing both the return of The Osbornesand the impending debut of Steven Spielberg's Taken,ben-sf was the first to say that Ozzy bit the bat by accident here; Chris C. Mooney has not taken on his critics (despite Godels_Yodel's baiting here), but he has taken the time to write about his own sleep paralysis here. ...