What will happen on Sunday, December 13, 2009, at the new Nokia Theater in the heart of Los Angeles, has never happened before. Call it an awards show. Call it a concert. Call it what you will, but you must also call it an extravaganza. A blockbuster.
We Eat Our Own Children
… a man, mid 40s, wide awake at 2:24 AM, staring at his keyboard trying to fulfill a promise to himself and his editor that he would write a weekly column. He is a weak man at this hour, considering not to ever write again when newspapers of his day via the Internet have become bathroom stalls where any reader with a keyboard can scribble nasty notes and tell the writer to shut up because the reader thinks the writer has no substance.