My subscription to Newsweek Magazine expires next month. I’ve been receiving renewal notices but I threw them in the trash. I decided not to renew my subscription to Newsweek.
I’ve been an avid reader of Newsweek since high school and I’ve been a subscriber since the 1980’s. Use to be a really nice magazine. But something happened last year. They reinvented themselves. The magazine got smaller and instead of news articles there’s mostly opinion pieces in the magazine. Talk about boring. Even the website has changed and not for the better.
It was announced last month that the Washington Post sold Newsweek to businessman Sidney Harman, who made his fortune in audio equipment. He bought the magazine for $1.00. Yeah, that’s right $1.00.
As part of the ownership transition, editor Jon Meacham will step down.
The Washington Post Company announced today that it has signed a contract to sell NEWSWEEK to Sidney Harman, a successful businessman who made his fortune in audio equipment and is a well-known philanthropist.
Harman, 91, the founder and chairman emeritus of Harman International, was one of several bidders for the magazine, according to sources familiar with the process, and the deal was not concluded until today, even as some of the interested parties upped their bids this morning.
It will be interesting to see what changes Mr. Harman makes. But those changes won’t be coming to my mailbox anymore. I might check out Newsweek at the newstand just to see what’s going on. But I wonder if the print edition of Newsweek will even exist a few years from now.
While reading my Sunday paper (yes I still read the print edition) I noticed on the back page of the Arts & Style section that the new Wegmans has a huge full page advertisement.
The advertisement mentions that there are five more weeks until the grand opening on October 24. There’s also a link to a page about the grand opening containing several videos including a welcome to Wegmans video from the Wegmans Woodmore manager Ayana Douglas and a contest you can enter to win a $25 gift card. You can also sign up to receive the free shoppers card.
Seeing the address had me wondering? Since when did that area off Route 202 become Lanham 😉
While reading the Washington Post today I saw a column in the A Section by columnist Jonathan Capehart. The column was about Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.’s neice Alveda King who participated in last Saturday’s Restoring America rally in D.C. Jonathan started the column by talking about how some famous families have family members who embarrass the family name.
Every famous family has a member or three who do things that leave you in “oh no (s)he didn’t” disbelief. Usually it’s the Jackson family (Michael, not Jesse). Hello? Rebbie? LaToya? Jermaine? But they’re not in the cross hairs today. That honor goes to the King family (Rev. Dr. Martin, not Rodney). King’s niece, Alveda King, showed up at Glenn Beck’s “Restoring America” rally to frequently invoke the “I have a dream” speech that her “Uncle Martin” immortalized on the steps of the Lincoln Memorial 47 years earlier to the day.
I know I should have been paying attention to the entire article but the part where he states Hello? Rebbie? I’m like say what? Why in the hell is Jonathan Capehart mentioning Rebbie Jackson in an article as someone who has embarrassed her late brother Michael Jackson and the Jackson family.
LaToya, yes. Jermaine, yes. But Rebbie? In all the years I have been a Michael Jackson/Jackson 5/The Jacksons fan (and that goes wayyyyyyyy back in the day) I don’t ever remember hearing anything bad about Rebbie or saying she did what? We all know LaToya has had her fair share of crazy situations and Jermaine has had his moments too. But Rebbie? What is Jonathan Capehart smoking?
Rebbie Jackson married at 18, moved to Kentucky with her husband and raised 3 children. Yes she had a singing career and Michael even produced 2 of her albums including her most successful album Centipede. But pulling any type of embarrassing stunt or being a famewhore? I don’t think so Jonathan.
I was checking out the Washington Post and saw a surprising and sad story. Writer and executive producer David Mills passed away yesterday.
He died of a brain aneurysm in New Orleans while working on the set of his new HBO series Treme.
By Jacqueline Trescott and Lisa de Moraes
Washington Post Staff Writers
Wednesday, March 31, 2010; 4:50 PM
David Mills, a Washington-born journalist and Emmy-winning television writer known for his work on gritty police dramas, died Tuesday in New Orleans, while working on the set of the upcoming HBO series “Treme,” his family and colleagues confirmed Wednesday. He was 48.
Mills, who grew up in Lanham and attended the University of Maryland, was also a staff writer for the Style section of The Washington Post in the early 1990s. He died of an apparent brain aneurysm while overseeing the day’s shooting of the “Treme” series, according to David Simon, Mills’s longtime friend and frequent collaborator.
“It happened very suddenly,” Simon said in an interview Wednesday. Sitting in a director’s chair, Mills “lost consciousness . . . slumped in the chair and never regained consciousness,” according to Simon, who was not on the set at the time but learned details from eyewitnesses.
As a script writer, Mills was attracted to the hard street life of America’s cities. With college newspaper friend Simon, Mills contributed to HBO’s acclaimed five-season drama “The Wire,” which used Baltimore a setting for a conversation about the disintegration of U.S. inner cities. Mills also wrote for NBC’s “Homicide: Life on the Street,” a series based on Simon’s book.
Mills was executive producer of Simon’s “The Corner,” a precursor to “The Wire” focused on a drug-infested corner of Baltimore.
“He was a very good listener,” Simon said. “He was great at dialogue because he listened to people. He often seemed to be not engaged when he was very engaged. He was quite a shy person in a lot of ways.”
“Treme,” set to debut April 11, begins in fall 2005, three months after Hurricane Katrina. HBO said it follows musicians, chefs, Mardi Gras Indians and ordinary New Orleanians as they try to rebuild their lives in the aftermath of the hurricane and the levee failure that caused the near-death of the city.
Before writing for television, David worked at the Washington Post and the Washington Times. He also wrote for the Diamondback newspaper while he was a student at the University of Maryland.
Treme is scheduled to premiere on HBO on Sunday April 11.
I’m a huge fan of David’s work including The Wire, Homicide: Life on the Street and The Corner.
RIP David Mills.
The Washington Post has launched a new weekly Sunday feature called OnLove which focuses on couples and weddings. This week features four couples including White House Chief Domestic Policy Adviser Melody Barnes who recently wed Marland Buckner Jr. Melody and Marland were married on June 13 at the Peoples Congregational United Church of Christ in Washington, D.C.
At Last, Ever After
It Took Years of Friendship Before Melody Barnes and Marland Buckner Forged the Bonds of a Relationship That ‘Felt Like Home’
By Ellen McCarthy
The Washington Post
We swing our eyes around
as well as side to side
to see the world.
To choose, renounce,
this, or that —
call it a council between equals
call it love.
— Alice Walker, “Beyond What”
The time for conforming, if there ever was one, had passed. Melody Barnes, at 40, had become too much herself to engage in shape-shifting for the sake of romance.
Besides, she was doing just fine. More than that — she was a revered political staffer who spent nearly a decade as senior counsel to Sen. Edward Kennedy, a woman who painted watercolors and took acting classes in her spare time, whose curiosity about the world had only grown over the years. She was a woman who would come to serve as President Obama’s domestic policy adviser, who never married but had a life rich with family and friends.
Among those many friends was Marland Buckner. They met in the late 1990s, when Buckner worked as chief of staff to Rep. Harold Ford Jr., and within a few years wound up in the same tightknit social circle of political types who’d often gather for barbecues, weekend trips and movie nights.
“I always remember thinking, when we got together, ‘What a nice person,’ ” Barnes says of the man she married June 13 in front of a crowd that included Rahm Emanuel and Valerie Jarrett. “He was always the one who made sure everything was organized, and would make sure no one was stuck in the kitchen doing dishes.”
But at the time, she didn’t think much more than that. Nice guy. Just a friend.
When the group met in Annapolis for crabs by the bay on Labor Day weekend in 2007, Buckner was seated by Barnes, whom he’d known well for three years by then. Then he reached for a crab out of her pile.
“I was hungry . . . so I figured, ‘I’ll help myself,’ ” recalls Buckner, 42, who worked as a lobbyist for Microsoft before opening his own firm in February 2008. “And she — well, there’s really no other way to put this — she threatened to stab me. With her knife.”
“And I meant it,” Barnes chimes in during a rare afternoon off from the White House.
Congrats to Melody and Marland.
Another couple featured in today’s OnLove section is Betty and Edgar Glick.
Betty and Edgar have been married for 65 years and have one son.
‘Even if You’re Angry, You Still Kiss Each Other’
A Few Dates and a Few Simple Rules Formed the Glicks’ Firm Foundation
By Ellen McCarthy
Washington Post Staff Writer
Sunday, June 21, 2009
65 Years In
Sure, Betty Glick’s been married, rather delightedly, to the same fellow for 6 1/2 decades. There’s a strategy behind the longevity, and she’s happy to share it: “Be nice.”
You expected something more elaborate? Well, maybe that’s the problem. It’s a relationship, not advanced astrophysics, and you just stick with it, day after day after 23,876th day, trying, at least, to be nice to each other.
Because “if you’re going to be cruel, unkind, say mean things,” she explains, “it spoils it immediately.”
Of course things haven’t always been perfect in the lives of Edgar and Betty Glick. Really, it’s amazing that things worked out as well as they have. They got married the fourth time they saw each other, in February 1944, and three weeks later Edgar shipped off to Italy.
“Here’s two kids, 19 and 20. It’s a war. They’ve seen each other three times over a year-and-a-half. They get married. And I wouldn’t give you 20 cents for the chances of that marriage lasting,” says Edgar, now 85, from an armchair in their Reston home.
The two met on a blind date in 1942. He was a Pittsburgh boy who drove up to Erie after a friend told him to “date Betty Shapiro — she’s fun!” They went out twice before he left for Army duty. And that was it, until a friend told Betty that Edgar was in Sioux Falls, S.D., sick with pneumonia doctors thought would kill him.
Congrats to Betty and Edgar on their 65 years of marriage. It’s nice to read about couples who’ve been married for more than 50 years.
Check out the entire about Betty and Edgar Glick at the Washington Post.
Washington Post columnist Courtland Milloy isn’t happy about what he’s seeing in the comments section of his column. He thinks some folks act like drunken bums in a barroom brawl. But you know what? It’s not just Courtland’s columns or the Washington Post that have this problem. You see this in quite a number of newspaper sites that allow comments. The comments areas says to report abusive posts but does that help any? I wonder if the Post or any other paper really monitor their comments section.
By Courtland Milloy
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
Who are you people?
You get invited to make comments about my work on The Washington Post Web site, and you turn my online message post into a dart board. You swagger into cyberspace under assumed names and start hurling invectives like drunks in a barroom brawl.
Sorry, but I must ask some of you to go elsewhere.
I wrote a column recently about alleged racial discrimination in the D.C. fire department, then went to see what I hoped would be your enlightened responses. What I found was uva2manassas and ged0368 at each others’ throats. And now I’ve had enough. I’m used to getting impassioned feedback, but this was out of hand.
UVA2: “Instead of stupidly reponding ‘racism’ to every critism, prove blacks aren’t lazy morons by bettering yourself.”
GED: “you are a racist white reneck. White ppl did the slaving on every race.”
Look at that, using broken English like shards of a whiskey bottle to attack each other.
Such uncouth behavior not only discourages thoughtful guests from expressing their views, but it also diminishes my online reader profile. As my colleague David Ignatius noted in his op-ed column Sunday about the future of the newspaper business, newspaper Web sites need to become more profitable if we are to survive. And the more we know about our online readers, the more precisely we can sell their demographics to advertisers.
Sure, I get some intelligent comment, but lately I’m wondering what to make of the growth of an increasingly noxious demographic.
I’ll read the comments in a few articles but most times I don’t bother cause some folks are just plain crazy.
That’s why I’m happy that blogs like WordPress let you have the opportunity to approve comments. I tried the other method of letting folks comment without approval and let’s just say never again. Some folks just don’t know how to respond to a blog post in a civilized manner.