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...Sunday afternoon, and my first instinct was to laugh at it. But I don't really make public comments about other people who are doing the same work in the same field I do. I think second-guessing satire, as we have seen this week, is ugly and unrewarding work. So is defending it. Basically, satire should be like a bad traffic accident...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Harry Shearer on Political Satire | 7/18/2008 | See Source »

...film traces a long evening, from four one afternoon to early the next morning, in the lives of three characters: Homer (Homer Nish), a Hualapi who prowls the bars of Main street with his Mexican-Indian pal Tommy (Tommy Reynolds), while Homer's pregnant Apache wife Yvonne (Yvonne Williams) makes meals for the guys, takes in a double feature and muses on her loneliness. "He doesn't ask me if I want to go anyplace, down to the theaters or down to shop," she says in a monotone voiceover. "He usually take me along but he drop...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Exiles on Indie Street | 7/18/2008 | See Source »

...count six such episodes since August 2007. In the early days, the Federal Reserve Board did all the work and usually made its big announcement on a Friday. Since then, Treasury Secretary Hank Paulson has moved to the fore, and he picked a Sunday afternoon to float his proposal for bolstering beleaguered mortgage giants Fannie Mae and Freddie Mac. The basic pattern, though, remains the same: Financial tizzy. Dramatic government action. Period of reduced tizzy. Repeat...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Crisis? What Crisis? | 7/17/2008 | See Source »

...still in Portland, living with his parents. As far as I could tell, he wasn’t doing much of anything with himself. Plus, I had a ridiculous beard that I shared with all the other sad alternative sacks frequenting a bar on a Saturday afternoon. For that matter, I, too, was drinking—a lot—on a Saturday afternoon. Didn't I know better? Why was I in Portland? I stumbled home...

Author: By Jake G. Cohen | Title: Of Beards and Beers | 7/16/2008 | See Source »

...took me until the next afternoon to recover. I had plans to meet another friend. When I showed up at the same pub, I had my reservations. I hadn’t talked to this friend in a while either, in part because I felt he also epitomized the listlessness that I associated with Portland, that I wanted to leave behind...

Author: By Jake G. Cohen | Title: Of Beards and Beers | 7/16/2008 | See Source »

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