The Iranian President, Mahmoud Ahmadinejad, wore a white shirt, open collar, grey blazer and grey pants. His eyes sparkled and his smile was broad. He held in his right hand an aluminum cylinder, a replica of the cylinders Iran had used to process enriched uranium. Mahmoud was holding it out in front of him, examining it, watching the shimmering reflection of the late afternoon golden sunlight that streamed through the large open window. (more…)
Continued From Yesterday.
Unlike most Senators, Senator George Clooney made that little speech without once looking down at a script. Clooney had it memorized. Nick refused to believe Clooney made it up on the spot. Nick refused to believe Clooney was improvising, even though that’s what actors do at times. Clooney going on and on about Gawker Stalker in the Senate Chamber on national television; it was surreal. I mean, afterall, Gawker Stalker was started almost as a goof over at Gawker Media, Nick Denton’s parent company that had given birth to all his blogs and internet properties. When Google gave everyone the means to use its mapping service, hundreds of websites spawned overnight mapping everything from real estate to impromptu meetings and political demonstrations. All Nick thought of mapping were celebrities. And with cell phone cameras and on the spot internet access, why not map the location of a celebrity instantaneously. Nick had thought it cute, at first. But Nick had no idea how it would take off, how Gawker Stalker was to become one of the hottest websites. And clearly it had pissed some people off. But it never mattered pissing a celebrity off. In fact, it was good to piss celebrities off. Celebrities who complained always seemed so silly and defensive. The celebrities who ignored the tabloid press maintained some dignity. The celebrities complained were babies. But now there was the Clooney option. Ignore it, or become a politician. (more…)
Continued From Yesterday.
“No, sir, I have no opening statement,” said Nick Denton. The second Nick said “sir” he winced. He was calling this guy “sir” when virtually all of his web properties had for years targeted George Clooney as a fat mouth Hollywood hunk. Now he was saying “sir” to this guy. Clooney had managed to turn everything around and on its head. A celebrity cannot change the law or the discussion, but a politician can. (more…)
The Senate Chamber was filled to the brim, every available four-square foot space of carpet was burdened with a human being, from reporters to congressional aides to college students to the lucky tourist who happened to sneak in. There were a good dozen tripods hoisting video cameras, as well as thrice that number of photographers wielding still cameras with protruding white zoom lenses. The rows of seats behind the long witness table were buzzing with chatter as the senators took their places on the dais, the center being chaired by Senator George Clooney. (more…)
Continued From The Previous Friday
“Hey, what are you doing,” asked Stephanie to Naomi Campbell as she rushed over to Kate Moss who’s eyes were just emerging from being locked up into her lids. Stephanie leaned down over Kate who was blinking as if to clear her vision.
The shakes in Kate Moss’s legs had ceased, and it was good news that kate started to moan and spit up saliva that was oozing down from the corner of her mouth. Stephanie tapped Kate’s cheek and Kate’s eyes focussed on Stephanie. (more…)
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