Ken Levine, well-known Hollywood director, writer, and producer (M.A.S.H., Cheers), penned a very funny and sarcastic piece on How to Interview a Celebrity. He gives young entertainment journalists advice such as:
“Never EVER talk about yourself or bring up any topic other than her. She will stare at you in disbelief like you just killed her puppy.”
“Once the budding young diva starts yammering learn what is print-worthy and what is just utter brain-dead nonsense. Listen carefully because often you won’t be able to distinguish one from the other.”
The article appears on Levine’s Blog at the internet newspaper, The Huffington Post. I also like his take on the backstage workings of American Idol.
Zanetta Hardy of Pennsylvania is this month’s featured photographer here at A Bunch of Wordz. You can see more of Zanetta’s photos on the stock xchange.
This piece is called A Poem for Those Over 30, but I think people under 30 will appreciate the humor, as well. The author is unknown. It starts out:
A computer was something on TV
From a science fiction show of note
A window was something you hated to clean
And ram was the cousin of a goat.
Meg was the name of my girlfriend
And gig was a job for the nights
Now they all mean different things
And that really mega bytes.
You can read the rest of the poem at joke-news.com. One of the lines is a bit off-color, but it’s the best one in my opinion. 😉
Goats. They get a surprisingly large amount of press. Why is that? I have a theory. I think they’re media whores. Oh sure, they might look complacent and oblivious to the presence of a camera, but underneath it all, they love the spotlight.
And $300,000 worth of spotlight is exactly what a bunch of goat-loving Australians intend to give them.
abc.net.au published a story about a proposed $300,000 goat-racing museum and hall of fame in Queensland. The story quotes a museum promoter as saying:
“As far as we know, this will be the first goat museum in the world.”
One of the comments from a reader, which had me laughing, was:
“There is a reason there is nothing like this in the world.”
But apparently, people down under take their goat-racing pretty darn seriously. Check out this goat quote from a spokesman for the project published in a second article at abc.net.au.
“Right back to our first pioneers and explorers, everybody had goats…This isn’t going to be a comedy day, this is going to get dead serious. These people that are putting some of this money up are planning to make Barcaldine the goat racing capital of the nation.”
So what do you think? Does goat-racing merit $300,000 worth of commemoration?
So this poem I wrote has been traveling around on a sticky note for quite some time now, and I figured I’d better post it before I lost it. It’s a Sappho, a vastly underused poetic form that I love for its unique rhythm and that I’m single-handedly trying to make popular again (and when I say “again,” I mean it hasn’t been all that much of a hot topic since literally B.C.).
It’s a short poem about Laguna Beach and the area I live in, Orange County, California, otherwise known as “The O.C.”
by Edie Montgomery-Pool
Sun and ocean meet at the dusky seashore
Playing catch with streamers of rainbow ribbons
Every day they dance on the sand together
Children of eons
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