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Throw open the shade that covers my mind I’m going to touch I’ve got to believe The bell tolls for me I, I want to testify - Melissa Etheridge Maybe mistakes are what make our fate… without them what would shape our lives? - Carrie Bradshaw (Sarah Jessica Parker) in Sex and the City Sometime in the 1980’s, Alan Abelson, the editor of Money Magazine, said that money was “the new sex.” There is one distinct difference. Many people talk about sex. There are hundreds of television shows, chat rooms, and web sites devoted to sex.

“It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.” A great sentence that could well have been written about 2010 and the world of book publishing. For Debbie Stier, a lifelong member of Publishing’s elite, it would be easy to see the glass as half empty. She was working as an Associate Publisher for HarperStudio, a forward thinking HarperCollins imprint that offered lower advances and more profit sharing with authors. But when Publisher Bob Miller announced he was leaving, HarperCollins pulled the plug on the HarperStudio operation.

WorldNetDaily has long peddled the fiction that it cares only about ” seeking the truth without fear or favor ” and it has no ” sacred cows .” As any casual observer is all too aware, WND is laden with bias and has plenty of sacred cows — Orly Taitz chief among them. WND has been providing sacred-cow treatment to another sainted right-wing cause — this weekend’s National Tea Party Convention. That’s in no small part because WND editor Joseph Farah is speaking at it, along with conservative darling Sarah Palin.

The failure of world leaders in Copenhagen to come to terms with the climate crisis is provoking anger and disappointment. My colleague at YES! Magazine , Brooke Jarvis, reports on the climate deal and some early responses: Even those who brokered it acknowledge that the deal on the table at the United Nations Climate Change Conference in Copenhagen is too weak to stop catastrophic climate change.

The Huffington Post’s William Petrocelli recently recounted meeting Al Gore at a signing for Gore’s new book on climate change, Our Choice . The two men discussed why Gore had written and included a poem in the book. Apparently, when Gore’s editor said no to a chapter of doom and gloom predictions, the dogged former VP decided, instead, to distill the potentially disastrous repercussions of global warming into verse. Gore reportedly first joked to his editor that William Butler Yeats had written the resulting poem, and the choice is fitting.

When Crash won the Oscar for best picture, I was half-drunk at a party in Seattle but sobered up quickly. I had to. I’d promised my editor at MSNBC that if the unthinkable did happen, if Crash won best picture that night over Brokeback Mountain , I’d write a piece about it . I finished it at 10 a.m. the next morning. It included diatribe, head-shaking and a quiz. It included everything but a culprit. Now we have one. In the Jan.

Dateline: Washington, D.C., Christmas Eve, 2008 I fully admit I would rather be at home now than covering the annual “sit on Santa’s lap” photo-op for politicians, but I seem to have annoyed my editor, so here I am — your intrepid holiday reporter. While I fully admit that I did spike the punch at our annual holiday party, I explain this away in traditional Washington fashion — by stating that I was young and irresponsible when this occurred. Last week, I was much younger and much more irresponsible than I am now. Ahem.

Dateline: Washington, D.C., Christmas Eve, 2008 I fully admit I would rather be at home now than covering the annual “sit on Santa’s lap” photo-op for politicians, but I seem to have annoyed my editor, so here I am — your intrepid holiday reporter. While I fully admit that I did spike the punch at our annual holiday party, I explain this away in traditional Washington fashion — by stating that I was young and irresponsible when this occurred. Last week, I was much younger and much more irresponsible than I am now. Ahem.

Dateline: Washington, D.C., Christmas Eve, 2008 I fully admit I would rather be at home now than covering the annual “sit on Santa’s lap” photo-op for politicians, but I seem to have annoyed my editor, so here I am — your intrepid holiday reporter. While I fully admit that I did spike the punch at our annual holiday party, I explain this away in traditional Washington fashion — by stating that I was young and irresponsible when this occurred. Last week, I was much younger and much more irresponsible than I am now. Ahem.

Dateline: Washington, D.C., Christmas Eve, 2008 I fully admit I would rather be at home now than covering the annual “sit on Santa’s lap” photo-op for politicians, but I seem to have annoyed my editor, so here I am — your intrepid holiday reporter. While I fully admit that I did spike the punch at our annual holiday party, I explain this away in traditional Washington fashion — by stating that I was young and irresponsible when this occurred. Last week, I was much younger and much more irresponsible than I am now. Ahem.