In a much-ballyhooed example of favoritism, the White House originally installed a clown named Jim O’Beirne at the relevant evaluation desk in the Department of Defense. O’Beirne proved to be a classic Bush villain, a moron’s moron who judged applicants not on their Arabic skills or their relevant expertise but on their Republican bona fides; he sent a twenty-four-year-old who had never worked in finance to manage the reopening of the Iraqi stock exchange, and appointed a recent graduate of an evangelical university for home-schooled kids who had no accounting experience to manage Iraq’s $13 billion budget. James K. Haveman, who had served as Michigan’s community-health director under a GOP governor, was put in charge of rehabilitating Iraq’s health-care system and decided that what this war-ravaged, malnourished, sanitation-deficient country most urgently needed was … an anti-smoking campaign.
The band’s laidback, island-time ambience is unmistakeably a product of its environment, but that seems only to have enhanced their appeal to British listeners. Though Mu’s beachfront home has just been sold, the new owners have agreed to let him to working there for the time being, and it is just the right setting for the band’s calm, cool, maritime style.
I think this is the same Jon Lusk who was Programme Director at Radio Active when I started back in 1986.
Writer delivers script, goes in for meeting. “I’m missing the initiating incident on page 23,” is a note that you’re very likely to hear in our Story-centred world. Rarely, “Why are we making this” and certainly not, “Are we challenging any ideas about form?” Recently, a playwright told me that he was advised by one major theatre to read McKee’s Story. This is a book about writing a Hollywood movie! It’s frustrating for us writers. But it’s disastrous for you as an audience member or reader. Gradually, our culture is turning into the equivalent of the McFlurry. And that’s got to be bad.