Itâs the Mediaâs âMean-Tooâ Moment. Stop Yelling and Go to Human Resources.
In public radio, there is either an epidemic of bullying or an epidemic of whining, depending on whom you ask.
Bob Garfield, left, and Brooke Gladstone of WNYCâs âOn The Mediaâ in 2005. WNYC fired him recently after a dispute.Credit.Richard Drew/Associated Press
May 23, 2021
For 20 years, the WNYC radio show âOn The Mediaâ has been the sort of place where the hostsâ on-air repartee makes it a fun listen, while their off-air screaming matches send producers diving for cover.
But times are changing.
During a meeting last June, a producer suggested that the show, which was hosted by Brooke Gladstone and Bob Garfield, do a segment on whether the mediaâs coverage of climate change had overlooked minorities. After an extended back and forth, Mr. Garfield got sick of his staff pushing back, dismissed the story with a barnyard epithet, and eventually yelled
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Paul Jacobs Stirs Up a Psychedelic Melting Pot with Pink Dogs on the Green Grass
Published May 05, 2021
8Paul Jacobs, Montreal s garage-psych one-man-band (and drummer of arty post-punks Pottery), delivers just the right amount of dopamine on
Pink Dogs on the Green Grass, kickstarting what will hopefully be an optimistic summer. In terms of production, it s one of the prolific singer-songwriter s clearest-sounding batches of recordings, adding acoustic drums and open-chord folk to his trippy rock sound.
Capping off at 13 songs,
Pink Dogs on the Green Grass is a mix of everything at points sounding like early Deerhunter meets the off-kilter bongos of Paul Simon s
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I began my morning, as I do many mornings, by masochistically searching different apartment listing sites for one-bedrooms and studios I could fantasize about renting –well, to the extent that one can fantasize about something so fundamentally inhumane as giving a landlord money just to have somewhere to live.
There was a gorgeous pre-war apartment in the New York neighborhood of Bed-Stuy, with rich mahogany moldings that took up an entire floor of a brownstone; a corner spot in Williamsburg with windows on two sides of the living room. Too bad everything I found cost upwards of $2,000, a monthly rent that I, a single freelance writer with no partner to speak of much less split rent with, simply cannot afford.