We don’t get the paper here in the morning, so most days I troll through the web haphazardly looking for a few pages of stuff to print out and read over breakfast. So here we are.
By Eliot Spitzer. [yes, that Eliot Spitzer]
The incoming Obama administration and Congress are planning a huge fiscal stimulus package. They hope that such a stimulus will catalyze an economic turnaround and be a cornerstone of a “New New Deal.” If the early reports are reliable, the stimulus will include a huge tax cut and will fund projects like road-building and bridge repair, laying the infrastructure foundation for the economy of the future.
The deaths of Palestinian Arabs in Gaza, and of Israelis (Muslim and Christian Arab, and Druse and Bedouin, as well as Jewish, don’t forget, in Ashdod and Sderot), are hardly ennobled by the sordid realization that the timing of the carnage has been determined by three sets of electoral calculation.
2008 kept Vancouver homicide investigators busy
Brazen gangland slayings on busy city streets. Bodies found submerged in rural ditches. Deadly domestic conflicts that shocked neighbours. Murders at both a Christmas party and New Year’s Eve bashes.
Ont. university workers’ union urges ban on Israeli academics
Ontario’s largest university workers union is proposing a ban on Israeli academics teaching in the province’s universities, a move that echoes previous attempts to boycott goods and services from the Jewish state.
The Village Voice is Written off
The last week of December poses a challenge for weekly magazines—that’s why there are so many “double” issues, although these days they’re more like “half” issues—since subscribers are inevitably occupied with the holidays and don’t do much reading. Nevertheless, it was quite curious to see Louis Menand’s flawed and perhaps unintentional obituary of The Village Voice in the Jan. 5 edition of The New Yorker, a publication that’s normally above larding its pages with such filler. Menand’s article, “It Took A Village: How the Voice Changed Journalism,” was, I suppose, a useful primer for people under the age of 35 who have no recollection of when the Voice was the country’s most storied weekly, but I doubt The New Yorker attracts many such readers.














