As an almost lifelong observer of presidential politics--which I have come to view as the American quadrennial carnival of democracy--I sadly assert that the once energizing and redemptive spectacle of Americans choosing their president has become a pallid, limpid specter of democracy. This observation began with the Adlai
There’s nothing like “Gossip Girls, High School Musical,” and plumbers to get the mass riled at election time. Now: Is Joe the Plumber or Colin Powell’s endorsement more valuable?
West Coast reality-shows don’t make the lives of East Coast Arab/Jewish musicians Chromeo any easier, especially when digital love threatens to split them.
This They Might Be Giants video features their take on a campaign song so adored that its popularity has significantly outlasted the presidencies it helped put in office.
The ultimate love song for the socially awkward gets a much hotter reinterpretation by France’s first lady and French Elle’s Sexiest Man of 2007.
Rescue packages are exciting, bailouts are greedy, but foreclosures are more ambiguous. Those profiting from repossessions paint an unhappy picture—and the grass.
Something weird is happening as celebrities try to appear in ever stranger places, videos, trying to get noticed. And, er, Sarah Palin has her own Disney film.
Barack Obama is great and all, but Dennis Kucinich is the one who represents in the House, consistently demanding answers from the Federal government.
My Bloody Valentine’s first U.S. shows in 16 years exceed sound records and audience expectations.
Investment banks are failing in an election year, Darth Vader is teaching geometry, and soon we’ll all be wearing trash: time to go back to school.
