...only there were only more journalists drilling down like this. And an entertainment journalist, nonetheless. Wow. There are actually intelligent entertainment journalists nipping at the heels of the companies they cover, rather than begging for scraps.
I would love to see this unnamed Der Spiegel reporter be a part of the (complacent, rub-my-tummy-won't-you?) White House press corps.
Big Secret #1: Since last August, I record each book I have read -- and there have been many -- into a little schoolbook-type ledger that I hide away in my apartment, lest it be found.
I'm really not sure what led me to this anal exercise. Perhaps it is that I have been working at my current job far too long (an accounting firm, although I am not an accountant). Perhaps I am trying too judge how many books I actually read, with the current measure of needing another bookshelf being antiquated. Perhaps I am bored. Perhaps it has something to do with reading Nick Hornby's "The Polysyllabic Spree" around that time. Perhaps it is none of these.
It could be worse, though, I guess...one is reminded of the story of the man found dead in his cluttered apartment, unable to free himself from a mound of toppled newspapers. Or I could have 15 cats.
No clue, really.
It's a little because of my sense of humor (which will show up here, I promise-- still trying to find my voice), but it's also a film term.
Via dvspot, a hard cut is "[a]n edit from one shot to another without any sort of transition in-between, such as a dissolve."
Pick either, meh.
