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geha714 @geha714.bsky.social · Dec 21
www.youtube.com/watch?v=I2PE... there are no newscast aesthetics like 1970s Tagesschau's aesthetics
ARD Tagesschau 23:44 Uhr mit Wilhelm Wieben und Sendeschluss (04.06.1976)
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brianscully.bsky.social
TOMORROW, THE AVATAR RETURNS (TO BE BULLIED BY TOPH)
The first teaser poster for Avatar: The Last Airbender season two on Netflix. It features Katara, Aang, Sokka and Toph standing at a cliffside while Momo and Appa are nearby.
December 9, 2025 at 4:03 PM
geha714.bsky.social
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December 9, 2025 at 4:06 PM
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nancylevinestearns.bsky.social
CBS Evening News anchor is Bari Weiss’ brand

“Multiple correspondents and producers felt that Dokoupil betrayed bias toward Coates, and some suggested Dokoupil had a history of charged on-air comments about the Israeli-Palestinian conflict.”

www.cnn.com/2024/10/07/m...
CBS News says heated Ta-Nehisi Coates interview did not meet editorial standards after criticism | CNN Business
CBS News executives said Monday that a heated morning show interview with acclaimed author Ta-Nehisi Coates, during which his new book was compared to “extremist” writings, did not meet the network’s ...
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December 9, 2025 at 1:50 PM
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marisakabas.bsky.social
of course bari’s promoting the guy who disrespected ta-nehisi coates on air because he told the truth about israel
oliverdarcy.bsky.social Oliver Darcy @oliverdarcy.bsky.social · 12h
Scoop: Tony Dokoupil will be the next anchor of the "CBS Evening News." Details in @status.news: link.status.news/4oMkPgS
December 9, 2025 at 4:26 AM
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jamespmcleod.ca
Sorry but "FIFA’s ethics codes" is just a really funny collection of words. www.nytimes.com/athletic/687...
Gianni Infantino accused of breaching FIFA’s ethics codes in relation to President Trump comments
Advocacy group FairSquare has also requested an investigation into President Trump being awarded the inaugural FIFA Peace Prize last Friday.
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December 9, 2025 at 4:02 PM
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davekarpf.bsky.social
It’s cringe-comedy. Reminds me of that Stephen Merchant show from awhile back, “Hello, Ladies.”

The main character is so painfully unaware, and all the comic beats come from normal human beings trying and failing to communicate with them.
December 9, 2025 at 3:44 PM
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davekarpf.bsky.social
This scene was actually, unintentionally funny.

Olivia goes to see her brother. Tells him about the affair. He has better opsec than she does. (Yikes). Says “it’s not daddy issue, right?” She insists they can talk about the psychological issues some other time. They still share a phone plan.
Conut flap) American Canto slowly back to me. "The guy with the fucked-up voice?" he said. "I like his voice?" I said. He turned away and thought for another moment. He turned back to me again. "You don't have any interest in, 1 dunno, a nice thirty-two-year-old in private equity? I know a lot," he said dryly. He was staring at the sky now, as if he might find some answers there. "It's not daddy issues, right?" he asked. I did not think so. "Yeah, so, I don't know what the problem is," he said. I waved my hands to halt his psychological assessment, not that I could disagree with the imperative. We could deal with that another time, I said. The point of this visit was to brief him on the security crisis that was on the verge of becoming a more general crisis. We had shared a phone plan since we were kids and I did not yet know how exactly my privacy had been breached, whether it was a hard problem or a soft one, whether a device or account had been compromised or if the network had been infiltrated.
December 9, 2025 at 3:42 PM
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davekarpf.bsky.social
I cackled laughed at this one.

“He was the only other person I had ever met who could be moved to tears by the sight of something so trivial as a rose… At the time I did not interpret this as a manifestation of narcissism, his or mine.”

NO WAY. A NARCISSIST DIDNT RECOGNIZE THEIR OWN NARCISSISM?!?
you think this means we're compatible?" he asked me. "I don't know," I said. "Maybe." Our similarities seemed to excite him. "We have identical tastes and curiosities," he said. I had to agree. Lone wolves, each of us. We were alike in strange ways. We shared common language, common skepticisms, common ideas about what was beautiful, common beliefs about what was valuable. Like me, he loved rock and blues, surrealism and naturalism. Like me, he moved through the world with amused detachment and deep sensitivity, contradictions that worked somehow in concert. He was the only other person I had ever met who could be moved to tears by the sight of something so trivial as a rose. I felt that I understood him and his particular complications and particular dark-ness. His darkness did not scare me anymore; I saw in his darkness softness. I felt that he understood me the same. At the time I did not interpret this as a manifestation of narcissism, his or mine. I thought it was sweet.
December 9, 2025 at 3:03 PM
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davekarpf.bsky.social
Asked how she feels about the whole affair, she insists she feels *nothing.* And then she free-associates her way into a rabbit hole about guns in America and politicians and the worm in Bobby’s brain.

It’s faux-profundity, masking the lack of anything to say.
December 9, 2025 at 2:34 PM
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davekarpf.bsky.social
Pages 145-146, the greatest-worst sentence in the history of bad sentences!

“From his mouth the bullet theoretical launched the bullet possible.”

This passage was in the VF excerpt, but one thing that comes out in the text is how this whole diatribe is just her dodging the main question.
December 9, 2025 at 2:31 PM
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davekarpf.bsky.social
I would like to know what Olivia is trying to accomplish with this paragraph. How does it fit into the broader piece? What is it meant to tell us about her, or the country, or the moment, or the human condition?

Just, literally, what are we doing here?

JFC.
December 9, 2025 at 2:22 PM
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davekarpf.bsky.social
I think I could teach an hourlong seminar on how much I hate this paragraph.

(Paraphrasing) “I love driving. So American, right? I once had a panic attack in a hotel room. I saw a Trump casino. I resolved to get it together, to become a citizen of my country, and that’s why I love driving.”
It worked for a while to drive away from the problem. I like to drive through the country. Ten years earlier, on assignment in Las Vegas with a presidential candidate, I looked out the window of my suite at the Wynn to the Sierra Nevadas and realized that I could not breathe. I was late already for an event at the Peppermill, and I was not ordinarily given to panic, but I could not breathe. I could always see the water. I had never before been landlocked. On the floor of the suite I looked up through the window where across the strip a big golden tower sprouted from the dry earth. There was a name scrawled across the top floors: TRUMP. Curled in a ball beneath this expression of the president, I resolved to get it together, to become a citizen of my country, which is when I began driving everywhere.
December 9, 2025 at 2:20 PM
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davekarpf.bsky.social
I often tell my students that part of what you are doing as a writer is figuring out how to sound like yourself.

I would like to encourage Olivia to work on sounding less like herself. Or, at least, to stop comparing herself to Marilyn Monroe.
a woman is sitting at a table with her head resting on her hand and the word schitts creek is on the bottom right
ALT: a woman is sitting at a table with her head resting on her hand and the word schitts creek is on the bottom right
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December 9, 2025 at 2:11 PM
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davekarpf.bsky.social
“I needed to be alone because I needed to think about the shooting in Butler, Pennsylvania, to figure out how I thought about it, and I needed to think about that in the context in which I felt most myself and most American, which is alone in a car winding through our highways.”
group, told me, "That's the first time I've seen the term." The term of fended the spokesman's sensibilities. "I's awfully clunky," he said. The name activists do use, "bird Cuisinarts" or "Cuisinarts of the sky," has the effect of being less clunky and more precise. Back on the mainland, I needed to be alone, to drive through the desert alone. I never thought much about Marilyn Monroe, but I often thought of something she said: "I restore myself when I'm alone." I needed to be alone because I needed to think about the shooting in Butler, Pennsylva-nia, to figure out how I thought about it, and I needed to think about that in the context in which I felt most myself and most American, which is alone in a car winding through our highways. And I needed to be alone because I needed to leave. For more than a year, I knew this, but I do not make big changes fast or without deliberation. My mother told me that I never crawled,
December 9, 2025 at 2:08 PM
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davekarpf.bsky.social
Oh sure, Olivia. You were in a longterm, all-consuming relationship with a lecherous man who likes to train his conquests like he trains his falcons.

And you repeatedly lied about the relationship, outraged that anyone would dare think it was their business.

Yeah, totally. Just digital I’m sure.
December 9, 2025 at 1:57 PM
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davekarpf.bsky.social
“He [RFK Jr] was boyish beneath his gruff exterior just as I was girlish beneath my icy exterior. Seldom did I permit anyone to see that, but he had over time earned my total trust, as he intended.”

First of all, ew.

And second, I refuse to believe Nuzzi’s claim that these two weren’t fucking. 🙄
into the air, and every week, the raven would fly less skeptical. "The raven gets closer as she gains more trust in me and confidence in our relationship," he told me. It worked this way, according to his plan. "I want to get her to eat from my hand. I want to hear her croak. I want to see her cock her head and hold her gaze and admire her glistening feathers at close range," he said. "I can't tell her my intentions." He always named ravens for Edgar Allan Poe, and so we named her Lenore and we named her mate Charley. Soon they had babies, and one of the babies had a deformity on his beak. "In my mind I call him Pinocchio," he said. He called me his baby bird, babydoll, babylove. He was boyish beneath his gruff exterior just as I was girlish beneath my icy exterior. Seldom did I permit anyone to see that, but he had over time earned my total trust, as he intended. te the radio station to find no
December 9, 2025 at 1:54 PM
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davekarpf.bsky.social
Okay yeah so she REALLY doesn’t think she did anything wrong.

“What occurred in private was supposed to be private, and it had not been my choice that it ceased to remain so.”

“The Politician had been, briefly, my subject.”

Olivia. Once again:

You are not pulling this off.
When your privacy is violated, there emerges the expectation that you must respond by further violating it. I thought of that phrase, tell all, often over the months that followed. Tell what, exactly? Tell why, ex-actly? What occurred in private was supposed to be private, and it had not been my choice that it ceased to remain so, nor that a corporate media outfit with a political reputation to uphold had been spooked into participating in what I considered a siege of hyper-domestic terror, and through their actions would help to transform that terror into a public harassment campaign. The Politician had been, briefly, my subject. We had argued about the story I wrote on the topic of his campaign; he hated it. Then, well we had stopped arguing. He had not been my source. He was not, for the most part, plugged into the kind of information that I required access to for my work. Had he been, would I have relied on him for in-telligence? Maybe I would have; there is no way for me to know now. As it was, I considered the circumstances a misfortune. In his dramatic style, he called the circumstances "heartbreaking." On the level of what seemed within control, it had not required much effort to avoid his presence interfering with my work once we "crossed the line," as he referred to it, since his campaign was not of considerable mainstream interest in the election until its very end. 132
December 9, 2025 at 5:05 AM
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davekarpf.bsky.social
That is an ornate literary device, bogging down the text, all to make herself the passive victim who things are happening to, rather than an active participant in the life story that she herself is narrating.

Get a therapist and wait to write this book until you’ve worked through your own shit!
December 9, 2025 at 4:55 AM
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davekarpf.bsky.social
And look, Ryan Lizza seems like a huge creep.

I am not on Team Lizza here.

But Olivia was cheating on her fiance with the famous presidential candidate (also a huge creep). And everyone in their peer network knew about it. And then the fiance, what, didn’t help her cover that shit up?

Come on.
December 9, 2025 at 4:51 AM
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davekarpf.bsky.social
So, instead of writing “my boss told me my ex-fiance wanted to speak with him. I protested. I thought my ex-fiance had read my email and leaked the affair. My boss talked to him anyway,”

She could write this overwrought passage about the “depth of the violation” from the “man she did not marry.”
December 9, 2025 at 4:51 AM
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davekarpf.bsky.social
Oh wow. Page 131. The whole exhausting schtick where she refuses to call people by their actual names finally pays off.

RFK is “the politician.”
Lizza “the man I did not marry.”
Her boss at NYMag, “the man for whom I worked,” etc.

(…)
spor collaboration between corporatull all The man for whom I worked was by then in Milan for Fashion Week. He managed his organizational, reputational, and literal mistresses over spotty service at the Fendi show. He called and told me that the man I did not marry had asked to speak with him and that he planned to do so. I protested. Even before I had been confronted over the rumors in that Friday meeting, the legal department and my direct supervisor had been informed of my belief that the man I did not marry had intruded on my digital privacy and that the security breach had bled harassment into my work. I asked the man for whom I worked to reconsider his decision to speak to the man I did not marry. I did not have the words to articulate the depth of this violation. In my mind I saw myself pressed against a door I had managed to swing shut in the nick of time. I saw, too, the man for whom I worked as he ambled over to the side entrance and invited my attacker in. I was trying to escape him, I thought I had escaped him, and now he was in everything. About this, the man for whom I worked was defiant. "Olivia, I'm a journalist," he said.
December 9, 2025 at 4:51 AM
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davekarpf.bsky.social
All this, mind you, in a memoir where she discusses being in love with RFK Jr, and discusses advising him on political strategy.

It signals that she thinks she is one of the special people -- the people who get to feel their feelings and do whatever they want, who the rules simply don't apply to.
December 9, 2025 at 4:26 AM
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davekarpf.bsky.social
She remains in complete denial.

*Technically* (she insists) they never slept together, so she didn't do anything wrong!

NYMag only fired her because of the "bad optics," which was unfair since *both sides* had complained about her reporting!

And it was really the fault of whoever told her boss!
December 9, 2025 at 4:22 AM
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davekarpf.bsky.social
The breathtaking, audacious confidence of this passage…

You’re telling me you came up in political journalism of the 2010s and 20s and *never once* worried about job security? Really???

That’s… diagnosable.
I never feared bosses because I never had cause to fear them. I was often late on deadline and I filed provocative expense reports, but no one complained. I was an improbable success in the straight world, named to all the silly lists that connote mainstream status and valorize youthful achievement, celebrated for work that brought accolades and attention to the organization; I was, on balance, good for business. If anything, bosses seemed to fear me, feared that I would leave, always asked if there was anything they could do to make me happier. I saw the indifference or disrespect with which other writers were regarded; to say I received special treatment would be an understatement. It had not once occurred to me that this meeting might be some sort of trap. It had not occurred that the man for whom I worked might know anything about my relationship with the Politician. It did not occur even when he first raised this subject of rumors unspecified. "Rumors?" I asked. C1S-
December 9, 2025 at 3:11 AM
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davekarpf.bsky.social
Page 119. She finally starts talking about RFK Jr. except… not really.

“I liked the way he was able to laugh about what was going wrong at any given moment.”

…sure Olivia, laughter is important. I totally get it now.
From the moment the Politician began his pursuit of office it had been a collision of conspiracy and error that made it so that he could not win, could not come even close. He knew that for a long while. In an easy, sweet manner he acknowledged it. I liked the way his resignation did not veer into bitterness or defeat. I liked the way he was able to laugh about what was going wrong at any given moment, and at the fact that at any given moment, something was going wrong. I liked the way he carried on with his task anyhow, even as he wished that it was already over. He counted down the days, in a literal sense, reminding me specifically how much time we had left until he was free, but he did not discount outright the days that remained. I thought this was honorable. Late in the summer, the Politician spent many of those remaining days in court, where he was fighting efforts to exclude him from state ballots, and when he emerged it was often to new bad news, and he would absorb and analyze this as he retreated to a drab hotel room, updating me as he got undressed. He exited court one afternoon to find that his own vice presidential nominee had gone rogue, announcing in an interview that the campaign 119
December 9, 2025 at 2:58 AM