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Andrew Cuomo, I had such high hopes for you, but this scandal may bring you down. Seinfeld and Stewart getting coffee, hilariously. And Bieber can prevent cancer! (sorta)


Two quick notes: One, I’m sorry the pace of blogging has slowed down a bit in recent weeks; I’m dealing with a pretty irritating thumb/hand injury thing that makes it painful to type. I’m trying to get rid of it through physical therapy but so far, not much progress (I just started so I’m not blaming Pat, my cool therapist dude). And two, I have many, many, thoughts about the Israel-Hamas ongoing carnage, but they’re nowhere near organized enough to turn into a coherent post. Still, I wanted to link to what I thought was a remarkable essay from a journalist in Israel named David Horovitz, about the price, in morality and lives, both sides are paying right now.

OK, on with the show…

I try not to put too much faith in politicians anymore. I’ve been burned many times before; as Billy Bob Thornton says in the brilliant and underrated movie “Primary Colors,” I too easy come down with a case of TB (True Believerism).

Bill Clinton disappointed me time and time again. Lord knows the hours and effort I put into John Edwards’ presidential hopes only led to heartbreak. And Barack Obama, as much as I still support and appreciate having him as President, has also made me angry/sad/frustrated quite a few times over the past 5 1/2 years.

But still, I can’t help myself. I start to believe that another politician might have the goods, the goods to deliver what I’ve always wanted in a President. A couple years ago, I started to think Andrew Cuomo might be that guy. Socially liberal, forceful leader, able to forge consensus on some issues, a little too conservative financially for my taste but a man who seemed to be Presidential timber to me.

I was happy he was elected Governor in 2010 of my home state, think he’s done a pretty good job overall so far, and I believe him to be one of a handful of Dems who I’m hoping and praying derails the Hillary coronation of 2016 (or at least, gives her a fight for the nomination.)

Yep, Cuomo was my guy… which made it inevitable that this would happen. On Wednesday the N.Y. Times unleashed a stunning and wholly damning article that found that Cuomo and his office worked hard to derail the work of an ethics commission Cuomo himself set up to investigate corruption in N.Y. state government, once that commission started looking into the Gov’s friends and allies.

It’s a piece of fantastic investigative work by the Times, painting Cuomo in an awful light, and will likely severely damage his 2016 hopes.
Sigh. I’ll fall in love with someone else soon, I’m sure.

**Next up, haven’t linked to an episode of Jerry Seinfeld’s great web show in a while, but this episode with Jon Stewart is just fantastic. Enjoy…



**And finally, I present this without (too much) comment: Scientists believe that Justin Bieber’s original bangs haircut can help prevent skin cancer, if other boys wear their hair the same way.

Justin Bieber, you are the Dr. Jonas Salk of our time, my man. God bless you!

The best media corrections of the year. And sending out 2013 with my favorite ad of the year


Every year around this time I take great delight in bringing to you the best post of the year on regrettheerror.com, the great Craig Silverman’s year-end roundup of the best and most embarrassing newspaper/media mistakes of the year.

I laugh uproariously every year at these partly because I’m a news junkie, but also because as a former print journalist, I’ve had to write corrections on my own screw-ups sometimes, and it’s not fun.

But it’s vitally, vitally important to newspapers to print corrections when they make mistakes, because it’s a major part of keeping the public’s trust. Of course the correction is never displayed in the paper as prominently as the mistake was, but hey, we ink-stained scribes do our best.

So, here are a few of my favorite screw-ups of the year; the full column can be read here.

From the British newspaper The Sun:
In an article on Saturday headlined ‘Flying saucers over British Scientology HQ’, we stated “two flat silver discs” were seen “above the Church of Scientology HQ”. Following a letter from lawyers for the Church, we apologise to any alien lifeforms for linking them to Scientologists.

From the Wall Street Journal (and man, I’d love to see anyone who made the recipe before the correction):

A Bloody Mary recipe, which accompanied an Off Duty article in some editions on June 8 about the herb lovage, called for 12 ounces of vodka and 36 ounces of tomato juice. The recipe as printed incorrectly reversed the amounts, calling for 36 ounces of vodka and 12 ounces of tomato juice.

From the New York Times, with a nod to “South Park” fans:

The Media Equation column on Monday, about the animated comedy show “South Park” and its creators, misstated a plot point in the show. While the character Kenny was once killed in every episode, that is no longer the case. The column also misstated the circumstances of his repeated deaths. While Kenny met his fate in a variety of ways over the years, he was not routinely “ritually sacrificed.”

(Hey, I’m sure someone was praying to Kenny when he died each week!)

And finally, from the Tampa Bay Times, with a nod to “Star Wars:”

This story has been updated to reflect the following change: A Tampa Bay Times reporter not strong in the ways of the force (or Star Wars lore) quoted the event’s moderator, Croix Provence, as asking: “Are you ready to find love in all the wrong places?” What Provence actually said was: “Are you ready to find love in Alderaan places?” She was referring to Princess Leia Organa’s home world, which appeared briefly in the 1977 film. Regret the error, we do.

**Finally today, as the last item in my last post of 2013 (a pretty great year for me, even if for the rest of the world it might not have been so hot), a replay of my favorite ad of the year: It was a promo for a new book about relationships, and it features little kids having adult conversations. I don’t know why this makes me laugh so much, but it does, maybe because I can only imagine what kids hear when they listen to us adults talk.

Happy New Year. See you in 2014!

A senseless murder leaves me with many questions. An American who lived in England examines our relationship. And a really stupid ticket idea by an NHL team.


So many killings happen in this country, every day, that it all starts to blend together.
You turn on the TV, and there’s five murders in Chicago, a homicide in the Bronx, three people killed in Florida, yada yada yada. It all blends in like background noise, rarely paid much attention to, kind of the way the toll of our American soldiers’ deaths during long wars gets sadly ignored (Vietnam, the Iraq war from 2003-2011, it happens all the time.)

So it takes a lot to snap us out of our numbness about death. Tuesday it took me reading about this crime you may have heard about, a 23-year-old Australian going to college in Oklahoma named Christopher Lane.

Lane (photo above) is a baseball player at East Central University in Duncan, Okla., and he was murdered last Friday by three teenagers while Lane was out jogging.

They decided to kill him because, as one of the teens arrested told police, “we were bored and didn’t have anything to do, so we decided to kill somebody.”

Of all the reasons for committing murder that I’ve ever heard, that might be the most maddening.

Where has our society gone wrong that three children growing up in America decide that it’s OK to go kill an innocent stranger because they were bored?

Where were the parents, or any other adults in these boys’ formative years, that so abdicated their responsibility to teach right from wrong?

Just sickening. Absolutely sickening that we as a nation can produce such animals as these three boys, who had nothing better to do last Friday so decided to end a person’s life.

When does it end?


**Time for a palatte-cleanser. Next up today, I thought this was one of the best newspaper essays I’ve read in a long time. Sarah Lyall was the New York Times’ London correspondent for the past 18 years, and while across the pond she got to learn just what it is that Brits think of Americans, and how different our two countries really are.

It was fascinating to see how her biases about each country changed, and I thought she had a trenchant take, especially on how England sees our political scene.

It’s definitely worth a read.


**Finally, I don’t mean to pick on the Nashville Predators hockey team alone, because they’re nowhere near the only franchise to do something like this.

But it’s a terrible move when anyone does it, and I just happened to get annoyed by them today.

Here’s the deal: Pro sports teams in non-traditional markets, like Nashville, often face the problem of road team fans with a rich tradition and a national fan-base coming to their arena and outnumbering, and out-cheering their home fans.

The Yankees’ opponents have this problem, as do the foes of the L.A. Lakers, Boston Celtics, Dallas Cowboys, and other storied franchises.

So instead of building up your own team’s fan base and putting a great product on the field to encourage your own fans to come out en masse, teams pull stunts like this. The Predators have announced that for the upcoming hockey season, any fans that want to buy tickets for the home game against the Chicago Blackhawks must ALSO buy tickets to another game.

This will theoretically limit the number of ‘Hawks fans who will fill up the Predators’ arena when Chicago plays Nashville.

This is stupid. Asinine. Idiotic.

First, you are going out of your way to prevent people from other cities from visiting your town, spending money on hotels, restaurants, etc., money that is sorely needed in any town.
Second, from a sporting perspective, it’s like surrendering. You’re saying “we can’t sell out our own building, so instead of allowing people who really want to go to the games attend, we’ll just freeze them out and have lots of empty seats.”

If I were a Predator fan, I would hate this. It makes zero sense. You want more Predators fans in your building? Then win. And create the desire in new fans to come to games.

A restaurant critic eviscerates Guy Fieri. Florida accuses a teacher of converting a student to lesbianism. And a cool eclipse video to relax you

Sometimes the best newspaper writing is found among reviews. Whether it’s a CD or concert, a restaurant, or a hotel, judging someone else’s new work can often be boring, tedious, or border on propaganda.

But man, once in a while you get a review that’s just brilliant and scathing. Roger Ebert, maybe the greatest movie critic ever, writes his best critiques of terrible movies; he seems to take such joy in skewering awful pieces of pop culture.

This review in the New York Times the other day has garnered all kinds of attention; it’s by Pete Wells, who has lots of fun taking the fairly-obnoxious chef Guy Fieri (maybe I just have hair-envy, but I don’t like the dude).

The entire review is written in the form of questions Wells wants to ask Fieri, such as:
— Did panic grip your soul as you stared into the whirling hypno wheel of the menu, where adjectives and nouns spin in a crazy vortex?
— What exactly about a small salad with four or five miniature croutons makes Guy’s Famous Big Bite Caesar (a) big (b) famous or (c) Guy’s, in any meaningful sense?
— Hey, did you try that blue drink, the one that glows like nuclear waste? The watermelon margarita? Any idea why it tastes like some combination of radiator fluid and formaldehyde?
— “And when we hear the words Donkey Sauce, which part of the donkey are we supposed to think about?”

And it goes on like that for a while. I found the whole thing delightful, and I sure as hell won’t be going to Times Square and Guy’s new place anytime soon.

**Every once in a while I come across a video on these here Interwebs that transfixes me for a few minutes, and I just sort of fall into a cool trance watching it.
This three-minute video, with music by Aldo Arechar and Matthew DiVito, is very cool and I predict it will put you in a more tranquil frame of mind today.

**Finally, more hard-to-believe news from the state of Florida. Even for the Sunshine State, this one is pretty out there: A Deerfield Beach schoolteacher named Juliet Hibbs has been accused by a former student’s parents of turning their daughter into a lesbian.

Hibbs, who is a heterosexual (not that that matters in the least here), was investigated last year by the school district, which cleared her, but Hibbs is now out on medical leave due to the stress of the situation, and she has filed charges with the EEOC against the school and the district.

I don’t know what’s more disgusting here: The parents for actually thinking a teacher can “turn” a girl into a lesbian, or the school district for taking this seriously.

Ruminations from a funeral. I hit a running milestone. And a beautiful story of a black church rising from the ashes after being burned down

Before Sunday, I hadn’t been to a funeral in many years.
Which is a good thing, of course. I had a string of relatives die, starting late in high school through a few years after college, but that was more than 10 years ago. I’ve been exceedingly lucky since then.
But last week one of my close friends’ father-in-law passed away, and so I found myself in an enormous synagogue Sunday morning, surrounded by about 600 people in the largest funeral I’d ever attended.
Of course it’s cliche to say funerals make you think, but as I sat there getting emotional about a man I didn’t know well (but who from all accounts was a wonderful person), there were a few things I kept thinking about.
For one, seeing the hundreds of people there to honor him, I thought about the horribly cruel irony of a person being most appreciated and loved on the day they can’t see it and appreciate it.
I also thought about the major change I made in my own life last year, and how glad I was that instead of continuing to be unhappy, I decided to do something about it. Haven’t regretted it since.
I thought about the finality of death, and how my thoughts have changed on it. When I was younger, I believed in reincarnation, and an afterlife. Now? I’m not so sure.
Finally I thought about the man who we were all talking about Sunday. Did he die with no regrets? Did he live his life to the fullest, and accomplish what he wanted to do? If he could’ve sat up from the casket and looked at the assembled masses, what would he say?
Later, as we sat around the man’s house, friends and relatives were telling stories. They were laughing and smiling, enjoying the memories of a life they were lucky enough to be a part of.
And really, that’s why funerals don’t bother me too much. Yes, they’re a mourning of a death.
But they’re also a celebration of a life. And that’s a beautiful, beautiful thing.
(Skip to 3:31 here; this is the song I want played at my funeral, in case, you know, any of you are in a position to do anything about it at that time)

**So it’s been a while since I’ve written about my quixotic quest to one day run a marathon. I started running seriously while I still lived in Florida last spring, and after some time off when I first moved to NYC (it just got lost in the shuffle, frankly), I’ve been picking it up more and more the last month or so.

Monday was a big day; I hit a new milestone. I ran more than three miles for the first time; 3.15, to be exact.
May not sound like much to you “real” runners out there, but it was exciting for me. 23 more miles to go, and I’ll be ready for a marathon.
Damn, it felt good.

**The great New York Times writer Dan Barry wrote this beautiful piece in the Times the other day that I wanted to share. It’s about a black church in Mass. that was burned down on the night Barack Obama was elected President in 2008, that has now been rebuilt better than ever.
This is how you stop evil from winning. You rebuild, and dare them to do it again.

The devastating Joplin tornado and global warming. And Katy Perry demands you not drive and speak to her

I can’t stop looking at these photos from the Joplin, Mo. tornado.
As bad the pictures from Tuscaloosa, Ala. were a few weeks ago, it seems like these were worse.
Hearing the stories, on CNN and elsewhere like this NY Times account, is heartbreaking. This tornado will go down as one of the worst in history, experts are saying.
Besides feeling awful for the victims, all this tornado coverage got me thinking about global warming.
Seems to me tornadoes used to be isolated to just a few small parts of the country. Kansas, Oklahoma, and maybe 1-2 other states.
We never had tornadoes in Alabama. Not often in Missouri, either. And the powerful force of these babies is almost unprecedented.
So I got to wondering if global warming might be to blame. You know, if it exists (all those Republicans seem to deny it, and hey, when are THEY ever wrong?)
This article here says global warming could be one factor in the rash of big tornadoes, but it’s not the main reason.
And global warming will only get worse, as our leaders continue to debate whether it even exists.
Hoping and praying the people of Joplin get through this disaster in one piece.

**I never have had particularly strong feelings about the singer Katy Perry. Saw a story on her on the news once, she seemed like a nice-enough person, a few of her songs seem decent, yada yada yada.

But thanks to The Smoking Gun, I have learned what a narcissistic, obnoxious prig she (and her handlers) are.
TSG has acquired Katy Perry’s concert “rider,” which if you don’t know, is the incredibly detailed list of requirements and demands that rock stars’ management give to concert promoters and arena managers. Basically, it’s a list of conditions and things that, if you want to get the star to play your arena, you have to adhere to.
Among all the other demands for certain foods and furniture Miss Perry must have at her disposal, was this page with Perry’s requirements for her driver.
The driver must not look at Miss Perry. He/She must not engage her in any conversation, he must not talk on his cell phone at all, and for God’s sake, the driver must have FOUR bottles of water in the car at all times!

This kind of stuff makes me nuts. Now listen, I know she’s not the only rock star who acts like this, or has her handlers act like this for them. But it still makes me crazy.

There’s probably 5,000 words in me on the subject of how ridiculous it is that we glorify rock stars (and all celebrities, really) so they think they’re entitled to make such insane demands on people, and demean them so.
But for now, let me just issue this one request: Chaueffeurs of the world, if you’re ever driving Katy Perry around your town, I dare you to say hello to her!

My old friend Tyler Hicks survives kidnapping in Libya, and tells about it. Mascot Madness. And a really splashy world record

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You ever meet someone in your life and you think, “Man, that guy is just cool. He totally has life figured out?”
That’s kind of how I felt when I first met Tyler Hicks (that’s him, above) in 1997. I was working at the Wilmington Star-News as a young sportswriter fresh out of college. Tyler was just a few years older than me, and he was a staff photographer. Hard to describe Tyler other than saying he was kind of like Dan Cortese’s character on “Seinfeld” that one time; just a guy who floated through life, happily and acting goofy. He was a sweet guy who was always friendly and always took great pictures.
I lost track of Tyler for a few years after he and I both left Wilmington, and then saw that he’d landed at the New York Times, as a war photographer.
His photographs were nothing short of amazing. Every once in a while I’d pick up The Times and see Tyler’s photo credit on pictures from Serbia, or Iraq, or Bosnia, and be amazed at how good he was, and marvel that this was the same guy who used to shoot New Hanover vs. Laney high school tennis matches I was covering.
I don’t want to exaggerate my relationship with Tyler; we haven’t talked in many years, but I always followed his career and was happy he was doing well.
As you probably have heard by now, Tyler and three other journalists were kidnapped while in Libya last week, and for four days they endured horrendous treatment and conditions.
Tuesday the Times published a first-person account from Tyler and the three others, and it’s absolutely compelling reading.
This is happening more and more to my fellow reporters all over the world; dictators think that by capturing members of the press, they can stop the flow of information.
Fortunately, Tyler and the others survived. Knowing Tyler, he probably can’t wait to go back to Libya.
Though personally, I wish he’d go back to shooting high school tennis matches. Rarely do you get kidnapped from those.

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**So you may have noticed if you read this blog a lot that I love, love, love mascot stories. I am truly fascinated by people who dress up in funny costumes and wear giant feet just to entertain thousands.
A Maryland TV station recently hosted the 2011 Mascot Madness competition, and the results, well, who cares? I just had some good laughs watching them play basketball.

**Finally, a short video of a crazy stuntman. This is Professor Splash, and this is him diving 35 feet off the ground, down into a kiddy pool filled with shallow water.
I have no idea how he didn’t kill himself doing this. Guess that’s why he’s a stuntman.

The joy of Free Pancake Day. A stunning NYT resignation. And hijinks at the Waffle House

I believe this is my first-ever post dominated by talk of breakfast restaurants… it is my favorite meal of the day, though.

I think I’m a lot like most consumers: Show us you care about us even a little, and you get our deep respect.
It doesn’t take a whole lot to make us happy. So International House of Pancakes (I always wonder: Is there a “national” house of pancakes somewhere? Or did they just go right to the worldwide moniker?) made me happy Tuesday with Free Pancake Day.
Basically, all you had to do was go into an IHOP from 7 a.m.-10 p.m., say you wanted the free pancakes, and three steaming-hot flapjacks were yours for the bargain-basement price of $0.00.
And so I did. I went into my local IHOP, enjoyed the yummy pancakes as much as I always have (IHOP was a very big part of my childhood, from waiting on line on Sunday mornings, to enjoying the Funny Face chocolate pancake, to the guaranteed hilarity of saying “Rooty Tooty Fresh N’ Fruity” over and over again).
They also had donation baskets to help raise money for Shriners Hospitals, a very worthy cause.
See, IHOP gets it. Just like Ben and Jerry’s got it when they used to have Free Cone Day: Sure, maybe you lose a little of the ole’ profit margin for one day a year. But you also get a satisfied customer who appreciates the gesture.
Well done, IHOP people.

**As a journalist in these times, I’m pretty well immune to being shocked at people leaving one writing job for another. We all are being downsized or laid-off or refusing to go down with the ship, so we jump to another ship.
Still, was saddened and surprised to read this today. Frank Rich, for my money the best and most important liberal writer in the country, is leaving the N.Y. Times and moving over to New York magazine.
For more than a decade Rich was a beautiful voice, literate, intelligent, and able to make his points. He cut through all the b.s. on the Iraq war, when everyone else was cheerleading. He doesn’t make excuses for liberals, either, taking them on when needed.
He was a major part of Sundays for millions of us. And he will be sorely, sorely missed.
Here’s last week’s column if you want a taste of his work:

**There are very, very few places I won’t eat. I love food like Charlie Sheen loves saying idiotic things. But I swore off Waffle Houses many years ago, after one too many inedible and undigestable meals there.
Still, they are damn entertaining places to people-watch.
For example, if you were in a Louisiana Waffle House recently you could’ve seen this: A 32-year-old WH female employee was arrested for fondling a female co-worker.
Apparently it happened twice.
Please insert your own “sunny side up” sexual joke here.
And frankly, having been in Waffle Houses, I wouldn’t want anyone who worked there touching any part of my body.

WikiLeaks and the Times give us real story on Afghanistan. And some parting New York thoughts

I finally had the time Tuesday to read the New York Times’ huge, and hugely important, series of stories about the thousands of leaked Afghanistan war documents that WikiLeaks discovered several weeks ago, and gave to several media outlets.

There was some pretty horrific stuff in there, about members of the Pakistan intelligence agencies supporting and encouraging the Taliban, all the while pretending to help the U.S., and about the Taliban possessing heat-seeking missiles and other high-tech weapons we weren’t aware they had.

But I was left with one overriding feeling after reading the series: Despair. Nine years in to this war, and I don’t really think we’re any closer to finishing the job, and ridding the area of terrorists, than we were on Sept. 12, 2001.

I’m sorry, I just don’t see a successful way out for America here. I have faith in President Obama, and General Petreus, to do as good a job as possible in turning around the country.

But it’s such a massive job, with so many competing elements that want us to fail, that I just don’t see it happening, ever.

And I wonder how many more American soldiers have to die before Obama and Co. realize that too.

Read those stories. Hear the voices of the soldiers and commanders in them. And then tell me how you can possibly feel optimistic.

**So unfortunately my vacation is over; had to head back to Florida Tuesday night, back to real life, high humidity, and what I’m sure is a stack of work emails you could choke a horse with.

But I had a wonderful two weeks in New York; a few parting thoughts that I wanted to share:

**I’ve never seen this in any other city: Monday afternoon, about 12:30 p.m., my wife, father-in law and I were walking in Manhattan. And there was a line at least 30 people deep, waiting to get into a restaurant that apparently had “great salad.”
There were 17 other eating options on that block alone. Yet these people stood in the 90-degree heat at lunchtime just to get in to this one restaurant. Nuts.

**Went to Bethesda Fountain (above) in Central Park Monday for the first time. About a million movies have been filmed there, if it looks familiar to you. Very cool place.

**I wish I saw the name of the business the following slogan was advertised, but we drove by it too fast. On the side of the truck it said “Trust God first. Then trust us for good service.” I love it.

**Always love listening to the hilarious and delusional hosts and callers on New York sports talk radio station WFAN. Spent a huge chunk of my childhood listening to the FAN; now I only hear it when I come home.

What kills me more than anything is that when they talk about baseball players and the trade deadline, which they did all this week, it’s just a given that other teams’ best players will or should eventually become Yankees or Mets stars. Joakim Soria, the Royals’ ace closer? He’s coming here. Dan Haren of the Diamondbacks? He’s here. And Roy Oswalt? Of course the Yanks will get him.

It’s kind of sickening how fans and the hosts think the rest of the league exists just to stock the Mets and Yankees.

New stuff my dog is doing. And two companies make stupid decisions

So it’s dawned on me that I haven’t written about our new pooch, Bernie, lately.
And since I’m feeling a little uninspired to rant and rave about something today, here are a few new things that our year-old mini dachsund has been doinground the apartment lately:

** He’s developed a new nickname: The Kleenex Killer. This dog just absolutely loves grabbing tissues and napkins off reachable areas, and shredding them all over the apartment. I walked into our computer room the other day and saw like 15 pieces of napkin. Why is this exciting to dogs?
**On our walks,  he’s decided that some people are worth barking at all the time, other never, and that strange third category: People he barks at sometimes.
Dennis, a former prison guard from New York who walks around the complex every night, got barked at the first few days, then not at all for a while, and then a couple of times last week Bernie deemed him growl and bark-worthy.
I’m not exactly sure what Dennis has done to swing Bernie’s feelings toward him so wildly.

**He may be a European dog. He’s decided he doesn’t want to eat breakfast until noon, and then he chows down at dinner around 9-9:30 p.m. I’m thinking of getting him a French accent and a little beret.
** Bernie has started doing laps around the house, about 10-15 minutes after his late-night walk. He sprints 100 miles per hour (I clocked him) from one room to the other, totally not caring where he’s going or if anyone’s in the next room. I think it’s his idea of nautilus.
** Finally, Bernie has decided that no matter what else happens, he loves to burrow in laundry. Couple weeks ago I left a pile on the couch overnight. Then I woke up at 6:30 a.m. to pee, and found him stuck inside the pile of shirts and shorts. I freed him, and he shot back to his bed tute suite.
Why he couldn’t figure out how to get out, considering he, you know, got himself in there, will remain a mystery to me.

**So I read about two corporate decisions in the last few days that just reeked of stupid.
First, the New York Times has decided it’s undignified to use “tweet,” so it will no longer allow its writers to use the social media word.
My response? It makes the Times look stodgy and old and silly.

And then I read about General Motors, in an internal memo last week, telling its employees that in the interests of brand consistency, they should stop using the term “Chevy.”
Only Chevrolet should be used.
That’ s remarkably dumb. From the great Don Maclean song “American Pie” to the universally-known ’57 Chevy, the word “Chevy” is synonymous with the brand. Everyone instantly knows what you mean when you’re saying “Chevy.”
But yeah, GM, let’s go ahead and tell people not to use it. Ah, the geniuses in corporate America.