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A bag of rocks pounded into my back and a karate chop assault by a woman who looked like a kind-hearted grandma isn’t exactly how I thought I’d spend my free time in New York, but that’s the situation I found myself in a few weeks ago.
Every year I tour the United States to be interviewed by the media about the Get Ripped! program. My schedule is gruelling and my body aches from cramming into airplanes and sleeping in unfamiliar hotel beds.
To make matters worse, I get really nervous before interviews. So, when I noticed a sign advertising discounted massages near my New York City hotel, I decided to stop in for a treatment.
Papers and opened nail polish bottles were scattered across the counter of the massage parlour, but the petite masseuse who greeted me with a wide grin and welcoming eyes seemed like a sweet lady.

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Most poignant, however, is Taylor’s use of Debussy’s music “Le Coin des Enfants” (“The Children’s Corner”). In this adult playground, Taylor’s characters make themselves as vulnerable as children, heedlessly giving way to desire. Like those characters who stumble in Taylor’s “Changes,” a tribute to ’60s youth, “Brief Encounters” suggests a loss of innocence that is hard to accept.
“Also Playing,” the second premiere, touches in a different way. The latest Taylor work to comment on the life of the theater (after pieces like “Le Sacre du Printemps (“The Rehearsal”), “Also Playing” takes place beneath a grandiose proscenium, where hackneyed crowd-pleasers follow in quick succession. Satirizing popular taste, Taylor offers cape-twirling, fluffy waltzes and a tap-dancing horse. There are gypsies with tambourines, a sly stripper and a dying swan whose grief is amplified by a trio of mourners.

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Man! Free World Series tickets! I’m in the wrong business. Which is not to say my job doesn’t have perc’s. I’ve done a bit of travel on the taxpayer’s dime, though I don’t know if you’d consider those trips a “gift.”
Seriously, he shouldn’t have lied about it. This stuff always goes south when they lie about it. Confess immediately, “terribly sorry, accounting oversight, should have thought things through…” etc. Nothing gets these investigators more spun up than being lied too over silly stuff.
Now, it’s just grist for the mill–and it’s very small grist. I feel like the little kid in the Dicken’s tale, “may I have some more, sir?” If we’re going to have a scandal–let’s have a real scandal. Strippers, hookers and beer at the US Embassy–Interns in blue dresses, Congressmen propositioning teenage interns, freezers full of money, now those are scandals! Enough of this pettiness.

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… Alec Baldwin: In 2007, an angry voicemail Baldwin left for his daughter, Ireland, was leaked onto the Internet. In the message, which he left because Ireland didn’t answer his call at a pre-arranged time, the actor called her a “thoughtless little pig” and threatened to fly from New York to Los Angeles to “straighten [her] out.”
-Russell Crowe: In 2005, Crowe was arrested in New York after he threw a telephone at a hotel employee. The actor was allegedly angry over the hotel having trouble connecting a call to Australia. He was charged with second-degree assault and fourth-degree assault with a deadly weapon (the telephone). He pleaded guilty and was sentenced to a conditional discharge.
-Kid Rock: The rocker was arrested for assault in February 2005 after punching a disc jockey at a strip club in Nashville, Tenn. He pleaded no contest. He was cited for misdemeanor battery on Sept. 9, 2007, after allegedly punching Motley Crue drummer Tommy Lee at the MTV Video Music Awards.

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Paterson, speaking with reporters in Albany, denied any wrongdoing. “We are asking to meet with the Public Integrity Commission, based on the facts of the testimony that we dispute,” he said. “We also dispute that I solicited anything from the Yankees and acted improperly.”
Paterson’s involvement in the scandal over the aide’s assault case, has raised questions over inappropriate intervention and prompted calls for his resignation.
He has repeatedly insisted he will stay on as governor and that his ongoing leadership is essential to state budget negotiations.
“I feel that the best thing is for me to remain as governor, and I don’t think that I have done anything wrong that would merit that I shouldn’t be governor,” Paterson said in Albany.
Paterson asked Attorney General Andrew Cuomo — now the front-runner for the Democratic gubernatorial nomination — to investigate the matter.
Paterson, the state’s first black governor, took over in 2008 when former Governor Eliot Spitzer resigned over a prostitution scandal. Paterson’s term expires at the end of this year.

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Hawke has been quietly devoting his career to playing desperate men driven to extreme measures (he played similar roles in “Before the Devil Knows You’re Dead” and “What Doesn’t Kill You”), and he’s in top-notch form here, making you share in the constant anxiety and frustration of a man torn between providing for his family and upholding the law. In the film’s best scene, he delivers a terrific monologue as to why cops should feel free to dip into the stacks of money drug dealers leave lying around before they are confiscated and placed into evidence. Yes, it’s highly illegal, but Sal makes a convincing argument.
The other leads – Richard Gere as a veteran seven days away from retirement and Don Cheadle as a narcotics officer who has spent too long undercover and is starting to lose his bearings – don’t fare nearly so well, because their characters are pure cliche. Gere’s troubled loner wakes up in the morning by taking a swig of bourbon, and his only friend is a prostitute. Cheadle feels guilty about having to betray the drug kingpin (a terrific Wesley Snipes) who considers him a brother.

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March 4, 2010, 8:42 am
A Well-Timed Memoir of a Governor’s Fall
Nearly two years ago, a disconsolate Gov. Eliot Spitzer opened the door of his Fifth Avenue apartment and greeted his senior adviser and old friend, Lloyd Constantine, with these words: “Welcome to a Greek tragedy.”
It was 6:57 a.m. on March 10, 2008, a day that would most likely be the worst of Mr. Spitzer’s life, when his public and private lives would simultaneously implode in the midst of a prostitution scandal. A few minutes later, a somewhat stunned Mr. Constantine found himself being questioned by Mr. Spitzer’s wife, Silda, who asked, “Did you know about this?”
Next week, Mr. Constantine’s book, “Journal of the Plague Year,” will land in bookstores, the first insider account of the collapse of Mr. Spitzer’s governorship. The book is a reminder of how quickly political history is being rewritten in New York.

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Other potential GOP candidates in NY-29: Assembly Minority Leader Brian Kolb, Monroe County Executive Maggie Brooks, Sen. Cathy Young and Corning Mayor Tom Reed, who has also ready announced. (No link).
“At one point I stood for something that was important and useful. I was in a place in time where I had a purpose, where it mattered. And then I destroyed it,” said Eliot Spitzer.
In the same interview (to Time magazine), Spitzer said having an affair would have been worse for his marriage than sleeping with prostitutes.
Spitzer called the book on his demise penned by his ex-friend and top adviser Lloyd Constantine “little more than a self-serving and largely inaccurate interpretation of events mixed with unfounded speculation.” (Constantine thinks Spitzer could have avoided the prostitution scandal by playing more tennis).

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A bag of rocks pounded into my back and a karate chop assault by a woman who looked like a kind-hearted grandma isn’t exactly how I thought I’d spend my free time in New York, but that’s the situation I found myself in a few weeks ago.
Every year I tour the United States to be interviewed by the media about the Get Ripped! program. My schedule is gruelling and my body aches from cramming into airplanes and sleeping in unfamiliar hotel beds.
To make matters worse, I get really nervous before interviews. So, when I noticed a sign advertising discounted massages near my New York City hotel, I decided to stop in for a treatment.
Papers and opened nail polish bottles were scattered across the counter of the massage parlour, but the petite masseuse who greeted me with a wide grin and welcoming eyes seemed like a sweet lady.

See the full article from “Calgary Herald”

But instead of keeping the film moving, the excess of violence makes it so I have a hard time caring about anyone in the film.
Sal is a despicable scumbag, and although I feel for him—his wife is sick because of the mold in their house—I can’t seem to get past his terrible accent (seriously, he sounds more like he’s from Georgia’s finest with his southern twang). Then there’s Tango, whose situation is so cliché that I want to yawn. Eddie, on the other hand, is just plain pathetic and makes choices that don’t fall in line with the rest of his character (e.g., he often frequents a whorehouse, seeing the same prostitute and asking her to run away with him—I mean, sure, Gere was in Pretty Woman, but really?)

See the full article from “PSU Daily Vanguard”