Showing posts with label Palm Beach Post. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Palm Beach Post. Show all posts

Tuesday, March 24, 2009

WE ALL HAVE OUR PLACE IN THE SUN


If there's one thing that Miss Vero loves more than carryin on and cavortin, it's reading. Perhaps we can even be called a news junkie, but here's the thing - we read EVERYBODY. Yessiree, from those crazy Fox News characters to the liberal leaning Huffington Post and from over in Londontown, The Daily Mail- of course online. We spend every Sunday morning at the temple of the New York Times and receive more national magazines than we should, in monthly subscriptions. Locally, we devour Vero Beach Magazine, Vero Life, Verobeach32963, the Hometown News, the Palm Beach Post and yes kids, the Press Journal. So let's just talk about that today all right?

Miss Vero believes that every one of these publications deserves to thrive and be heard. Every one. Yes, we even want the PJ to be there for us. There, we've finally said it.

Apparently this is the topic of the month - the fall of print media, think of it as the dessert to the main course of the wobbly economy. Our own Max Newport had a post last week about his continued frustration with the PJ, and Mr. Laurence Reisman, editor of the Press Journal saw fit to write an editorial on this very subject last Sunday.
http://www.tcpalm.com/news/2009/mar/22/laurence-reisman-newspapers-changing-not-dying/?feedback=1#comments
Three comments followed (only three?). One of which was from LDouglas, who also enjoys the TCPalm outlet for comments and we must say is one, if not the most, eloquent of participants.

Now here's the thing. We said it before and we'll say it again, the Press Journal could do a much better job of "reporting" the news. Most of the folks that have the biggest beef with the local press is that they too often pick and choose their news, their views and their perspective on Vero Beach. Please, we all beg, just do a better job. Lalalalalalalalalalalala, we can't hear you, replies the PJ!

Let's also take a look at the Verobeach32963. Now, we believe that they have really stepped up to the plate on some issues and absolutely love the way the VB32963 reporter, ex-mayor, Miss Marybeth McDonald goes after County Commissioner Tom White like a hound dawg on the tail of a treed raccoon.
And of course we'd love to show y'all the articles, but we can't because the VB32963 is not currently updated online, much to our continued dismay.

But, we will take the time to tell y'all about a recent letter, printed in the February 26th edition to the VB32963, from a Mr. Ron Farabee that complained about the reprinting of articles from The Economist, The Christian Science Monitor, The Washington Post and The Los Angeles Times. Mr. Farabee states:

"These publications, with the exception of the Wall Street Journal, generally lean far to the left, and attempt to indoctrinate their readers with their one-sided view of things.

Many conservatives have a 32963 address and would appreciate fair balance in your commentaries."

HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!!!!!!!!!! Oopps! Oh my goodness, we just fell out of our chair.

Wait, must......... catch........breath.







Still, laughing.





OK.




Now we're mad.

How dare you Mr. Farabee? How dare you claim the barrier island a conservative bunker. Just who, or - as y'all like to grit your teeth and speak like Thurston Howell the third - Just whoomm do you think you are? Did y'all mention a "one-sided view of things"? Just take a little ole peek in the mirror, hunney. Hey! There's your picture! We just saw it on Wikipedia explaining "one-sided view of things"!

To the VB32963's credit, a full page editorial was printed on March 12th, "The news business: Our so-called agenda" defending their publication. We can not take the time, nor do we have the energy to peck out the entire thing, but we do love this line, taken admittedly out of context:

"Spare us any more letters accusing us of a liberal bias."

To Mr. Milton R. Benjamin, we use one of his own favorite phrases and say "kudos" to you Sir! Congratulations on your first year! But please, let us be selfish and ask that y'all please get your online version as current and pretty as the big, white, beautiful, no ink comes off in your hand, publication. Pretty, please?

So here we are. Pokin around the PJ, Laughing at the "liberal bias" of the 32963, listening to Rhett Palmer doing his wacky Rhett Palmer thing, wondering if TV10 will ever emerge from it's zombie zone, reading the blogs of others in Vero like our conservative pal, Charlie Wilson, envious over Jose Lambiet's page2live gossip gig, suportin and reportin on the Drag Queen soirees in town, Viv's Amy Winehouse impression and posting contributions from folks we sometimes agree with and sometimes don't (we're talkin about you, Max).

Why? Because the Beach House is one big cocktail party! Take an hors d'oeuvre, wash it down with a little libation, but for heaven's sake if you're allergic to the shellfish or y'all gave up the hooch years ago, why would that be reason enough to stay home? Miss Vero believes the more, the merrier! Thank goodness there are so many people with so many different perspectives. We don't know about y'all, but a good lip sparrin is about as much fun as y'all can have with your clothes on.

Of course, we have to ask, as much as we like the VB32963, would it be willing to become VB32963-2-0-6-7 if the PJ failed? Yes, the PJ is weak and anemic, but wouldn't it be better to heal the PJ rather than kill it? Is there a press doctor in the house Mr. Reisman? And, although you'll never see Rhett Palmer at a Drag show (wait- we're not exactly sure of that, if y'all remember his video) or hear a Drag Queen on Rhett's show (what would be the point really, if y'all can't see them?), isn't it nice to know that both forms of entertainment exist in the same town? Miss Vero asks y'all, isn't that what our country is really about, our community, our town? That we all have our own place in the sun?

Whether we agree or not, Miss Vero will be the first one to pour y'all a cocktail and invite y'all in. And yes, even you, Mr. Lemmon, just don't be expectin coffee.


MWAH!

missvero@live.com

Sunday, February 1, 2009

DON'T TRY THIS AT HOME



Now we know y'all were lookin for us on Friday, but Miss Vero was busy, busy, busy, kids! We told y'all our schedule for the weekend - which at this point we are only half way through - and so many of y'all showed up and went along for the ride, but a few have dropped off from the pack and that's completely understandable. Miss Vero has spent years developing the unique combination of fabulous fun, alkeehaul tolerance and devastating dance moves, it would be difficult for anyone to keep up without the proper training and endurance, so don't feel too bad if y'all can't hang.


First things first. Thursday night, Eliot Kleinberg's lecture. At the end of his speaking engagement Mr. Kleinberg apologized for insulting everyone. Y'all just have to admire someone who insults a full house of 800 people and then has them purchase books and wait patiently to meet him. What is it with these Palm Beach Post boys? First Jose Lambiet and now, Eliot Kleinberg. Both smart, entertaining and completely down to earth. Miss Vero contacted Mr. Lambiet a few months ago by email and he sent back his cell phone number and a generous invitation to chit chat, which we did for a good twenty minutes. Then last week Mr. Kleinberg did the same. How charming and gracious these Palm Beach Post journalist are! Perhaps the PJ boys could take a few lessons in manners.

And speaking of Press Journal boys, who do we spot CANOODLING up in the balcony? Mr. Kenric Ward was getting all frisky with ____ (who knows? Fill in the blank) before Mr. Kleinberg's speaking engagement! Thank goodness he calmed down during the lecture, we certainly hoped he was paying attention to Mr. Kleinberg's insightful concept that we all are indeed Floridians.

Friday, after lunching with yet another truly artistic new Veroite at Bobby's II or Bobby's West or Dockside Grill or home of the fabulous Barbara Sharp chimp masterpiece collection (which Miss Vero imagines as are exact replicas of prominent Vero citizens), we ended our luncheon just in time to run home and change into cocktail attire. A collection of strange, unusual and fascinating friends joined Miss Vero at the Packed House gallery opening on 14th St, only to later migrate over to the Epicenter of Cool - Undertow.

We are soo happy to welcome Lady Diane, home after her recent whirlwind escapades, jet setting through Hong Kong, Australia and a quick nip back to the U.K. before arriving in Vero, joined by the always debonair Lord Albert.


Mr. Ken Daige should be Mayor! He's everywhere! Not only do we see him faithfully attending the city council meetings, but we seem to spot him at all the social functions that we attend. And no matter how silly the rest of us may behave, Mr. Daige always conducts himself in a very reserved and dignified manner, besides keeping his ear to the ground and looking past all the BS that seems to be swirling around the local political scene. Yes, a man that can be for the people and OF the people gets my vote, so hopefully we'll see him run for office again soon!


Speaking of the local political scene, Miss Vero seems to have our own personal stalker and guess who it is? Mr. Charlie Wilson! Mr. Wilson showed up on Friday night to get the lowdown on Miss Vero once and for all! And we couldn't have been more pleased! We treated him like a little cat toy, pawing at him and playin with him to the utter disgust of our more liberal minded group. Y'all woulda swore he had leprosy or something! At one point we looked over at one of our friends, who was scolding us and saying "Eeewww, don't do that!", every time we touched him. Mr. Wilson must have had enough of Miss Vero's shenanigans, because he left rather early in the evening. We promised we'd call him on the Rhett Palmer Show on Monday morning, but who are we kidding? Y'all know we don't get up that early and we only catch the rebroadcast in the afternoon, if we happen to remember.

Now here it is, Sunday afternoon and we must get ready to attend a party at the home of the lovely artist Miss Rene Guerin, who had the incredible foresight to schedule something interesting on the same day as the Stupid Bowl. Yeah!

Still more going on this week, so pace yourselves. If Max doesn't recover by tomorrow, we'll take the blame.


MWAH!