Yorks love snow even though they hate rain. quantum loves to walk in the snow and wet and slush, but, once her feet get all cold and wet, it's, "Carry me, fatha, for Ah cannot go an extra step".
I knew that reality shows were manipulated in editing, but someone who works on many of them said today that they are almost entirely scripted. The people, generally actors, are given direction and told exactly what to do. In some cases, even the premises are entirely fictitious, for example, a "family" composed via casting call.
I don't watch any reality shows, so maybe people who do already know this, but it all struck me as brazenly dishonest.
Lem I've heard you can sometimes save them by putting them in a bag of rice to absorb the water. It didn't work for my daughter, but you could be luckier.
.... the White House announced Tuesday that it is canceling all visitor tours of the White House “during the popular Spring touring season.” This fits President Obama’s political strategy to punish the eighth graders visiting from Illinois instead of, say, the employees of the Agriculture Department who will attend a California conference sipping “exceptional local wines” and sampling “tasty dishes” prepared by “special guest chefs.”
Yes, even as the White House warns that the modest automatic spending cuts will force the furlough of meat inspectors, two divisions of the Agriculture Department will underwrite the 26th California Small Farm Conference in Fresno next week.
The event will feature USDA speakers, field trips, a banquet and a tasting reception, according to the conference website. Conference organizers promise the tasting will be a “mouthwatering event” featuring “fine wines and exceptional micro-brews paired with seasonally driven culinary delicacies.”
You know... along The Reality Sham that Freeman just brought up and something Althouse has been bothered by for awhile now.
...tempest in a teapot... leak in the dike.... More of the dreadful reliance on cliche's from Washington writers that has been driving me crazy lately.
These Washington folk are fond of clichés — moving the goal posts, forest for the trees, seeing eye to eye. I would lose my mind!
I wander if this over reliance on cliches by journalists, somehow, mirrors the reality show trend on the entertainment side.
Aren't cliches miniature reality plots?
It seems to me like Cliches allow for misrepresentation dressed up as truth/journalism... maybe that's why they are so bothersome ... We are sensing that they are being used to misrepresent. Lazy reality shows in print.
Take away the cliches and they might have to report something happening in reality... I mean in actuality... I mean... ok, pass me a cliche.
Set a script/code to hunt for cliches in the pages of the Times, WaPo and other major journal news publications, going back to the beginning of the reality show trend 15, 20 years ago, and graph it.
Sweet crutch on a juicy, slippery slope, Lem: You don't actually think that Washington journalists have--or have had--the corner on cliches, do you? Any more than the genre dubbed "Reality Shows" does?
After many decades, I'm finally getting closer to seriously considering the possibility of starting the effort toward becoming a serious writer. Short stories. Novels. That sort of thing.
I thought you all might enjoy a brief sample of what my talent can produce after some self-discipline and genuine effort.
He sat there on a chair at the kitchen table at dawn, the thought arising that there are pleasures to be had from a scrambled egg sandwich, redolent of reticence and rapture, ancient truths and Baby Ruths. She stood there before him, masterful, grasping the magic frying pan that was now hers alone. She stood there and looked on, naked and curious, curiously naked, her cheeks flushed red, her lips flushed red, his realization becoming her sad smile as she dropped down to deposit a firm, fetid flourish of feces.
Shoveling sidewalks was my first means of gainful employment as soon as I was old enough to push a shovel, which was early since Dad was anxious to pass that skill on to his offspring. I guess he never saw the joy and artistry involved.
I would go around the neighborhood and charge $1 per house. That was pretty good money for back then. You ring the doorbell in the morning, and that's usually the first good look they get at it, and the sale is pretty easy, especially on a weekend morning with the hangover and all working them from the other end.
I once recovered a phone that I had dropped in a toilet. I removed the battery and dried out the insides with a hair dryer. It worked OK after that. However, I once fell in a lake while trying to get in a canoe, and the phone I had in my pocket had to be replaced. The hair dryer trick did not work for it.
Why are you filming Meade creating a giant liability for you both? I mean, it's a good thing he did, but if someone slips on that sidewalk because Meade exposed it, do you think that wouldn't be a liability for you?
Meth, I'm not a lawyer but we are required by the city to remove snow and ice from the public sidewalk by a certain time or we can face a fine. Ordinance Section 10.28
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The dog responds to both Zeus and Jesus.
I'm not going to bother shoveling. Madison Man said that these March snows disappear in three days tops.
Now that's a Wisconsin winter. Piles and piles with more on the way.
Professor, you should at some point at "of" to "even edgy modes expression".
That is all. Though not quite! Baby sloth.
Uh, *add.
Meade, you are a good neighbor.
Yorks love snow even though they hate rain. quantum loves to walk in the snow and wet and slush, but, once her feet get all cold and wet, it's, "Carry me, fatha, for Ah cannot go an extra step".
But that's a good way to walk the dog(s).
Ann Althouse said...
Hey, Zeus.
Mr Carver said, "Not Jesus, Zeus".
"rofessor, you should at some point at "of" to "even edgy modes expression"."
Thanks. Would never have noticed.
Fixed.
This is supposed to be a walk, not a shovel!
Spring is around the corner. I swear it is.
Please stop posting only frozen Fargo like pix and re-run some greenery and flowers in the sunny front yard pix so we can think warmth.
Mysterious dog toy, a quick fetch.
The dog says she wants to go out and do something, so you go out and toss something, and she's good for another hour.
I know there are a lot of dog lovers here, but after a good shovel like that:
...when the mind is still focused, made sharp by the cold
...when the face and hands are now tingling by the fire,
....When a glass of warm brandy sits on the hearth
It's the perfect time for Labrador Retriever Soup.
Try Uncle Jim's black, yellow and brown Labrador Soup to get you through those long winter nights.
The whole family'll love it.
Wow, that's a lot of snow. In the South, that's call the apocalypse.
We are getting snow tomorrow..
On another note, why is Zeus on a leash?
Thanks, Irene.
I knew that reality shows were manipulated in editing, but someone who works on many of them said today that they are almost entirely scripted. The people, generally actors, are given direction and told exactly what to do. In some cases, even the premises are entirely fictitious, for example, a "family" composed via casting call.
I don't watch any reality shows, so maybe people who do already know this, but it all struck me as brazenly dishonest.
Lab soup? That is the soup course, right before the horse steaks. Dessert is chat flambé.
I didn't check my pants and inadvertently tossed my cell phone into the washer machine.
I've heard this happened to people and never thought it would happen to me.
Freeman
it's advertised as: "Not just reality 'actuality'!"on one channel. More real than reality.
Lem
I've heard you can sometimes save them by putting them in a bag of rice to absorb the water. It didn't work for my daughter, but you could be luckier.
Per the Wall Street Journal:
.... the White House announced Tuesday that it is canceling all visitor tours of the White House “during the popular Spring touring season.” This fits President Obama’s political strategy to punish the eighth graders visiting from Illinois instead of, say, the employees of the Agriculture Department who will attend a California conference sipping “exceptional local wines” and sampling “tasty dishes” prepared by “special guest chefs.”
Yes, even as the White House warns that the modest automatic spending cuts will force the furlough of meat inspectors, two divisions of the Agriculture Department will underwrite the 26th California Small Farm Conference in Fresno next week.
The event will feature USDA speakers, field trips, a banquet and a tasting reception, according to the conference website. Conference organizers promise the tasting will be a “mouthwatering event” featuring “fine wines and exceptional micro-brews paired with seasonally driven culinary delicacies.”
They are also hosting a similar event in Oregon.
You know... along The Reality Sham that Freeman just brought up and something Althouse has been bothered by for awhile now.
...tempest in a teapot... leak in the dike.... More of the dreadful reliance on cliche's from Washington writers that has been driving me crazy lately.
These Washington folk are fond of clichés — moving the goal posts, forest for the trees, seeing eye to eye. I would lose my mind!
I wander if this over reliance on cliches by journalists, somehow, mirrors the reality show trend on the entertainment side.
Aren't cliches miniature reality plots?
It seems to me like Cliches allow for misrepresentation dressed up as truth/journalism... maybe that's why they are so bothersome ... We are sensing that they are being used to misrepresent. Lazy reality shows in print.
Take away the cliches and they might have to report something happening in reality... I mean in actuality... I mean... ok, pass me a cliche.
One thing
plus another
Set a script/code to hunt for cliches in the pages of the Times, WaPo and other major journal news publications, going back to the beginning of the reality show trend 15, 20 years ago, and graph it.
Don't need code to plot the reality shows.
Overlap the graphs and... let the chips fall where they may.
Sweet crutch on a juicy, slippery slope, Lem: You don't actually think that Washington journalists have--or have had--the corner on cliches, do you? Any more than the genre dubbed "Reality Shows" does?
Reflections, my dear sweet Lem, reflections. 'S marvelous. 'S wonderful. 'S enabled it: That's us.
OK, Lem. But let's not forget the DNA testing, either.
Let those chips fall as they may as well. Would you, will you.
Belmont club
[Disillusioned supporter]
Maybe Alford doesn’t understand. Obama is too smart to run a shoe-shine stand. He’s too smart to be anything except President.
After many decades, I'm finally getting closer to seriously considering the possibility of starting the effort toward becoming a serious writer. Short stories. Novels. That sort of thing.
I thought you all might enjoy a brief sample of what my talent can produce after some self-discipline and genuine effort.
He sat there on a chair at the kitchen table at dawn, the thought arising that there are pleasures to be had from a scrambled egg sandwich, redolent of reticence and rapture, ancient truths and Baby Ruths. She stood there before him, masterful, grasping the magic frying pan that was now hers alone. She stood there and looked on, naked and curious, curiously naked, her cheeks flushed red, her lips flushed red, his realization becoming her sad smile as she dropped down to deposit a firm, fetid flourish of feces.
Pretty damn good, if I do say so myself!!!
Shoveling sidewalks was my first means of gainful employment as soon as I was old enough to push a shovel, which was early since Dad was anxious to pass that skill on to his offspring. I guess he never saw the joy and artistry involved.
I would go around the neighborhood and charge $1 per house. That was pretty good money for back then. You ring the doorbell in the morning, and that's usually the first good look they get at it, and the sale is pretty easy, especially on a weekend morning with the hangover and all working them from the other end.
Just climbed off of the tractor after plowing about a foot of snow. Not very warm out.
Snow remover
Zeus, nice straight-line shoveling there.
Now if you can train the big one from trying to pull you off track.
AllenS
That looks like the one on which I learned to drive. At the age of twelve.
Even the plow looks the same.
Ah. Memories.
What does Homeland Security need with 2700 MRAPs and 1.6 billion rounds of ammo.
They know something I don't?
I once recovered a phone that I had dropped in a toilet. I removed the battery and dried out the insides with a hair dryer. It worked OK after that. However, I once fell in a lake while trying to get in a canoe, and the phone I had in my pocket had to be replaced. The hair dryer trick did not work for it.
Rusty, I made the plow. I cut the blade and reinforcement pieces out of a old boiler that I brought home.
Why are you filming Meade creating a giant liability for you both? I mean, it's a good thing he did, but if someone slips on that sidewalk because Meade exposed it, do you think that wouldn't be a liability for you?
Meth, I'm not a lawyer but we are required by the city to remove snow and ice from the public sidewalk by a certain time or we can face a fine. Ordinance Section 10.28
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