Eartha Kitt: My Encounter With a Legend
I sent lyrics to Eartha. A day later, she called. "Brrrrruce, my love. Where have you been since 1952? This is so, so Eartha."
I can already predict an email complaining that Bill O'Reilly doesn't make this list. It seems to me that some examples of stupidity are far too ubiquitous to be remarkable.
I sent lyrics to Eartha. A day later, she called. "Brrrrruce, my love. Where have you been since 1952? This is so, so Eartha."
Obama should stop this torment that is being prepared for Kennedy by offering her the Court of St. James, the U.S. Ambassadorship to Great Britain.
After decades of resistance, some in the pro-life movement are stepping forward in support of pro-choice goals, even if that means jeopardizing their standing in the established pro-life community.
I give David Gregory and the Meet the Press producers credit. They didn't think about being politically correct; I'm guessing they wanted the smartest, best-informed guests, and they all happened to have been women.
If the right wants to try to stop a serious economic recovery package by trying to vilify one of the most popular policy programs in American history, then I'll say what George Bush once said: Bring it on.
There are a number of reasons Springsteen's move to sell exclusively through the mega-retailer is, um, really confusing, if not downright contradictory to the Springsteen hagiography.
Harry Shearer's main criticism of The Nation's investigation into Katrina's hidden race war is that it wasn't something else. He attacked us for writing an expose about race, violence and police brutality in New Orleans and not on his preferred subject.
On August 10th, 2005, Eartha Kitt visited my studio for a portrait. We had tea in the kitchen and discussed Vietnam, LBJ, her efforts to stop that war and how her career suffered as a result.
The good news is that, aside from offering seamless visual effects, David Fincher's new film is nothing like Forrest Gump. It is at once enchanting and emotional, sweeping and intimate.
Reading Harold Pinter over the years made me believe that the moral need to rationalize our actions is even more deeply entrenched in fallible humans beings than sexual attraction.
Ever since Pinter was a teenager, he was relentlessly contrarian, kicking out violently against anything that might trigger his rage that day.
Last evening at Christmas Eve dinner my two brothers and I tried to get our ninety-one-year old mother to reminisce about our childhood Christmases.
Really wish there were better news to post about, but the auto industry is reeling worldwide, and there's no better example than Toyota.
Maybe the real message this year is that we should appreciate the snow while we've got it; value the way our fragile planet attempts to set itself right.
As we begin to reflect back on 2008, how tens and sometimes hundreds of thousands of Koreans turned out for 40 nights in a row of street protests against US beef imports deserves some reflection.
I have covered the Military Commissions in depth and at no point has it ever been demonstrated that the system dreamt up by Cheney and Addington in November 2001 is "fair and honest."
As the rest of the world braces for a global economic dive, thousands of visitors flood into Beirut. The streets are crowded, shops are bustling and political chatter takes an unusual backseat to celebration.
Micro-lending has changed lives. Now a wave of friends and "loose ties" within the social media community are bringing the micro-lending concept and applying it to charitable giving. Call it "Micro-giving."