By now, you’ve probably heard about AT&T’s proposed merger with T-Mobile for $39 billion. As reported in the New York Times, the deal would “create the largest wireless carrier in the nation and promise to reshape the industry.” The immediate effect is that the number of nationwide wireless carriers would drop from four to three, with Sprint placing a distant third behind a combined AT&T/T-Mobile and Verizon.
Winning - Brace yourselves for a thrill, people. Charlie Sheen’s traveling train wreck, dubbed “Charlie Sheen Live: My Violent Torpedo of Truth,” is coming to a theater near you. It seems that tweeting 15 times a day and doing interviews with 20 cable network shows was not keeping Sheen busy enough in the wake of his ungraceful departure from the set of his sub-par sitcom. He is going out on the road, and some observers are predicting the worst. This begs the question: Is paying $100 to watch Sheen candy-flip in person a decision that can accurately be described as “winning”?
First, some said President Barack Obama wasn’t acting quickly enough. Some conservatives, such as Republican Senator Lindsey Graham voiced complaints on national television, effectively calling for the president to take immediate action on Libya. There was also concern that Colonel Muammar el-Qaddafi’s troops were gaining the upper hand and pushing back hard on Libyan rebel forces. Oil prices were, and are still, increasing.
Tweet: “@professorsmith The rhetor’s use of imagery and metaphor exemplifies the protagonist’s creative struggle through life.”
Sounds a little farfetched, I know, but there’s a growing trend in our society today that could very well lead to the tweeted essay.
When a 9.0 earthquake and the concurrent tsunami hit Japan in March, the entire world watched as the forces of nature ravaged one of the most developed countries in the world. Radio programs, television screens and websites flickered with sounds and images of pure devastation. Over 10,000 lives were lost, and many are still missing. News continues to pour in daily about the effects of the disaster.
For every grandparent with an iPhone, there are countless others who only know of Apple as a type of pie filling. My maternal grandparents have little in common, aside from a European ancestry and their current status as members of the octogenarian club. My grandmother is a hairdresser, a wonderful baker and a devout Lutheran, while my grandfather is a retired engineer who keeps to himself, speaks a handful of languages and stays up-to-date with Rush Limbaugh.
About this time last year, I was grumbling over the mass e-mails from the School of Humanities about graduation. “I’m not ready to think about gowns and caps and announcements!” I said and skimmed – then deleted – all of those e-mails. “I’ll read them next year,” I told myself.
Back in the old days (I’m talking about fifth grade) on April Fools, my prank was “The Prank” of all pranksters. During break, I would steal my friends’ brown sack lunches from their colorful cubbies.
We were somewhere around Coolidge on the top shelf of some high desert oven rack when my wife Robyn said that the hotel we’re going to serves complimentary cocktails from 5 to 6:30.
So, the Oscars happened. Just like every other year in Academy history, the broadcast had its fair share of notable moments, good and bad. Here are our best and worst moments of the 83rd Academy Awards.
