Saturday November 01, 2014
June 8th, 2014
I began writing about the NCAA 2 1/2 years ago, more or less by accident. Assigned by The New York Times Magazine to imagine a scheme in which athletes in the revenue sports - football and men's basketball - get paid, I was awakened for the first time to inequities in the world of big-time college sports. Of course I knew that the coaches were getting rich while the players were getting nothing; everybody knew that. But I didn't think that much about it. Neither did most fans, I would venture to guess.
Among Americans age 40 and older, there's a pastime more popular than football, Candy Crush or HBO.
It's bashing millennials.
Oh, the hours of fun we have, marveling at their self-fascination and gaping at their sense of entitlement! It's been an especially spirited romp lately, as a new batch of them graduate from college and gambol toward our cubicles, prompting us to wonder afresh about the havoc they'll wreak on our world.
When politicians have trouble spinning their own glories, that's a problem.
So it was bizarre that Hillary Rodham Clinton, asked at a forum in April about her legacy at the State Department, had trouble articulating it. That feeds into a narrative - awaiting her memoir Tuesday - that she may have been glamorous as secretary of state but didn't actually accomplish much.
When it comes to dealing with the world's climate and energy challenges I have a simple rule: change America, change the world.
In the last chapter, I covered how not to get high. In this one, I will cover how to get high.
After my admission that I did a foolish thing in Denver - failing to realize that consuming a single square, about a quarter, of a pot candy bar was dicey for an edibles virgin - many in the pot industry upbraided me for doing a foolish thing.
But some in Mary Jane world have contacted me to say that my dysphoria (i.e., bummer) is happening more and more in Colorado.
There were many poignant moments in President Obama's speech in Normandy commemorating the 70th anniversary of D-Day. But two sentences he spoke at what he called "democracy's beachhead" seemed especially resonant back home.
"Whenever the world makes you cynical, stop and think of these men," Obama said. "Whenever you lose hope, stop and think of these men."
Bringing Sgt. Bowe Bergdahl home was the right thing to do, and President Obama did it in a mostly reasonable way.
The high-volume "debate" about Bergdahl's homecoming sounds like the ravings heard around the water coolers of Crazytown. Here, in descending order of importance, are the issues the Bergdahl affair presents -- and a rational way to think about them.
The last few days have offered vivid illustrations of why Hillary Clinton could decide not to run for president -- and why, in the end, I believe she will.
Example No. 1 is the ludicrous debate over whether Clinton, in the latest People magazine cover, was leaning on a walker.
On Saturday, Bowe Bergdahl was a hero, and the five members of the Taliban being freed in exchange for him were the worst of the worst.
By the end of the week, it seemed that neither is actually true. The parade in Bergdahl's Idaho hometown was canceled. Four of the five aren't nice guys, but they aren't war criminals, either.
It is difficult to read stories about Elliot Rodger, the 22-year-old man who went on a murderous spree in Isla Vista, California, last month, without feeling some empathy for his parents.