Sunday, September 02, 2007
Reading the Times--It's a Dirty Job
Do you take the Times?Ah, such pomposity. Such worldliness. Such implications of leisure time devoted to reading about crop rotation debates in Uganda and hot tub culture in Krakatoa. And then the inevitable, "Did you see the piece? It was in today's Times."
This far west, Times may need the preface "New York," as it could be that rubes such as we might confuse the reference with the Tigard Times, perhaps. Perhaps not.
The point is, look for Salvage Heart to throw in with that lot of ink-smudged superiority, as the daily home delivery has begun. So, not only will we have the holier-than-thou Sunday newsprint edifice adorning our porch...our porch...on the GODDAMNED PORCH please! Not on the sidewalk, because then it gets stolen by dog walkers. But, anyway, home delivery every day. And every other day.
Which brings us to a programming note: tomorrow Discovery Channel launches a 15-hour "Dirty Jobs" marathon, featuring Mike Rowe (host, above). All day Monday (Labor Day, which is better than marathon episodes of childbirth) and we're closing in on episode 150. I know this because, well....
Did you see the piece in Friday's Times?
"Gross -Out Fanfares for the Common Man"
(The Oregonian pulled a Zap2It wire story for its TV guide today.)
Fifteen hours seems like a lot. On the other hand, I can watch this all day long.
Labels: Dirty Jobs, Mike Rowe, New York Times, newspapers, television
