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NEW CHIPOTLE BURRITO and where to get it

In probably the most food-consciously satisfying news to come along since it was discovered that Bacos are 100 percent vegan, PETA2 (PETA’s tubular teen branch) announced last week it has named Chipotle as the Best Fast Food Chain.

Chipotle won the Libby Award (short for “liberation”) for its dedication to sustainable farm practices, commitment to serving only humanely raised meats, and extremely veg- and vegan-friendly menu. This is fantastic news because: A) Chipotle is unfailingly delicious and satisfying, so much so that I (and others) have been known to order two burritos at once with the intention of saving one for dinner, only to take both to the head in under an hour; and B) Our love of it is doubly justified when you can actually feel decent about the company and products you are supporting, with their damn ethics and everything. The PETA2 press release dropped some news about a new roasted vegetable, all-vegan burrito the company is testing out.

The restaurant also recently introduced a vegan “Garden Blend” burrito, which features vegan chicken, grains, and marinated vegetables and is available at select locations in New York City and Washington, D.C.

So, seeing as Inverted Soapbox has been dabbling in dairy reduction of late, we decided to do some reporting to find out where to find this neorrito. Answer, via Shannon Kyllo, Chipotle marketing consultant:

Currently, we are just testing Garden Blend at our DuPont Circle location in Washington D.C. and our Chelsea West location in New York. Those are the only two locations we are testing this in right now, but we hope all goes well so we may offer it in all of our restaurants.

Say it with me now: NEW CHIPOTLE BURRITO. Remember in The Wizard where they unveil A NEW GAME!! and it’s Super Mario 3? Excitement is parallel. Continue reading

Friday Happy: This junkie’s gone to 7-11

1987? via P4k

Did Weird Al ever take on The Pixies at any point during his illustrious (not being sarcastic) career? Was there ever a “Where is my Mime?” or a “Caribou: Canadian Love Song”? or at least a “I Bleed (Hemophilia part 1)”?  I don’t have any recollection of any parodies, nor does Pazz and Jop contributor Jeff Vrabel, who has met and interviewed Al, Weird on more than one occasion,  but maybe we missed one.

Regardless, (most of) the Pixies and Weird Al finally joined absurdist, irreverent forces this week at a benefit for Baby Winston Bertrand at LA’s Echo Park. Why is this cool? Two things:

1) The Pixies are, and always have been, awesomefaced.

2) Weird Al is somehow a cooler celebrity now than he was at any time since his FAT days.

thanks to Jeff Vrabel for the link. Vrabel also posits that the absence of Kim Deal in the above video is no doubt to their 1993 beef over Al’s proposed Breeders parody “Wallyball.”

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More journalism lulz

1) From part 3 of Held by the Taliban, New York Times reporter David Rohde’s account of his kidnapping and seven months held in captivity by Taliban extremists:

I argued that the United States was not the menacing, predatory caricature that they believed. I also tried to counter their belief that all Americans were astonishingly rich. Nothing I said, though, seemed to change their minds.

One day, I received a copy of Dawn, an English-language Pakistani newspaper, that featured an article on the perilous financial state of The New York Times. I saved the newspaper until commanders stopped by for visits.

Showing them the headline “New York Times Struggles to Stay Afloat,” I explained that the American newspaper industry — as well as the American economy — was in a free fall. They listened to what I said and nodded. Then, they ignored me.

HA! Stupid terrorists. Your naive Pollyannaism about the newspaper industry is downright charming. Maybe I could hand the phone over to a copy boy or a rewrite girl instead? Don’t you even read Romensko?!

Which brings us to:

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Everyone’s favorite punching bag:

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From Sit Down, Shut Up.

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What they’re teaching in J-school today

One of the most frequent discussions among my fellowship of disaffected print journalists these days (besides the maximum bodily tolerance for whiskey and the availability of internships in ether the Laserdisc or American auto industries) is just what in the hell people in journalism schools could possibly be telling kids these days. I found out the answer this week, sort of.

UMDs j school building

UMD's j school building

Journalism schools traditionally are very print-oriented, and the University of Maryland’s (which I attended) was no exception. This print-centric approach, in my mind at the time, was a great thing. I  am biased toward the  importance of print media over other forms anyway, and it allowed us to share intimate classroom space with some of the DC area’s greatest living journalists: David Broder, Haynes Johnson, Gene Roberts, David Lightman (not Mathew Broderick from War Games) and others. Broder brought Dana Milbank and Mike Leavitt (and his daughter) into class unannounced on separate occasions. Continue reading

Drink one tonight for Reese, the PI

Things to Drink in Honor Of — March 16 edition

1) The passing of Reese Cleghorn, former University of Maryland j-school dean, professor and once a giant in the world of southern newspapers:

Former Observer editorial editor dies

By Steve Lyttle

Reese Cleghorn, who led The Observer’s editorial department during the turbulent changes of the early 1970s and later built a nationally prominent journalism department at the University of Maryland, died early Monday.

Cleghorn, 78, had taught at the University of Maryland’s Philip Merrill College of Journalism until December, when failing health forced him to retire.

Funeral details and other information are forthcoming, University of Maryland officials say.

A bunch of us had Reese for editorial writing in fall 2003 and have nothing but fond memories. He was crazy, disorganized a little out of touch, and stuck painfully to a requirement that students turn in assignments on floppy disks. But every so often a glimmer of incisive commentary or brilliant news comprehension would shine through, or he’d pass out an old column of his full of clever turns of phrase and hard-hitting aphorisms, and we’d be reminded: in his heyday, this guy was among the best.He may have been humorous in class, but when his red pen hit paper, it was sharp and cutting and spoke with diamond-tipped authority forged under the high-pressure environments  of the newsroom.

One assignment was to created an Automatic Bullshit Detector. Out of stuff like soda bottles, toilet paper rolls, rubber bands, paper clips and paper plates. I spent an inordinately long amount of time on mine.

He essentially built Maryland’s J-school into the program it is today, and students coming out of there over the past two decades owe a lot to him (he also, of note, was dean during Jayson Blair’s rise through the school).

2) The passing of the print edition of the Seattle PI, becoming the largest newspaper to close its print edition. I know these things are inevitable at this point, but that doesn’t mean it’s still not a sad reminder worth noting. The paper plans to keep publishing online and remake itself as an new type of media company, and maybe they’ll find success eventually.

This Simpler Times’s for you.

The Diamondback: Redefined, and kinda nasty

Dan Savage, in his venerable and endlessly fascinating sex-advice column Savage Love, writes this week about his recent college tour that took him to the University of Lethbridge, State University of New York-Albany, the University of Alaska-Anchorage, and, the alma mater of myself and many other people who read this blog,  the University of Maryland.

The column answers questions people submitted that he didn’t get to during the tour. This one is of particular interest:

Please assign new salacious definitions to the following terms, which are near and dear to the hearts of UM students: “Cornerstone,” “Fear the Turtle,” and “Diamondbacking.”

Cornerstone: When you get high in order to break through a sexual inhibition—like when pot helps you “turn a corner” sexually. “Sue wanted to peg her boyfriend Drew, but he just couldn’t do it until he got cornerstoned.”

Fear the Turtle: What a woman experiences when she realizes halfway through vaginal intercourse that her bowels are full and her enjoyment of the sex has been superseded by her fear of crapping the bed. “Sue had to ask Drew to stop fucking her because she feared the turtle. She got on the can for a minute, then hopped back in bed, and no longer feared the turtle.”

Diamondbacking: Consenting to anal sex in the hopes that doing so will inspire a boyfriend to propose. “Sue knew that Drew was totally into anal sex, so she let him diamondback her. Now they’re engaged.”

Savage, of course, has a successful history of attaching new definitions to words in acts of social protest. Most notable was his repurposing of the word “santorum” to mean a certain frothy mixture (click on the link for the full definition). Recently, he created a new meaning for the word “saddlebacking” to mean: the phenomenon of Christian teens engaging in unprotected anal sex in order to preserve their virginities, as in: After attending the Purity Ball, Heather and Bill saddlebacked all night because she’s saving herself for marriage. Unfortunately her parents found out because they got santorum all over the sheets.

please, let me know if you are fearin the turtle

please, let me know if you are fearing the turtle

For the uninformed, “Cornerstone” is one of the three college bars in all of the University of Maryland area (there may be one more now), and the one that typically caters to the sorority fraternity set (formerly known as The Vous, to old timers).

“Fear the turtle” is the university’s slogan branching out from the terrapin mascot, leading to all sorts of entirely jawesome Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles references during sporting events and elsewhere.

And The Diamondback is the university’s independent daily student newspaper, breeding ground for such names (famous and infamous) as Jayson Blair, David Simon, Aaron McGruder, Frank Cho and many, many other unrecognized talented people, including a large number of the recently elimanted staff of the Baltimore Examiner, dozens of other underutilized writers, editors and designers scattered nationwide, as well as the author of this post and many of his dear friends.

It’s also, I realized recently, probably the best newspaper I’ll ever work for, and not just because of the lack of future for the industry. It was a place where the rampant enthusiasm, tenacity and raw talent of young, curious minds had yet to be deadened by the crushing mediocrity and aversion to risk of the professional newsroom, where decisions to follow stories to the state capital, New York City or even to Ohio were made in a matter of minutes or hours based on news value and interest, and were not run through a processor of

a classic hede

a classic DBK hede

corporate needs and budget concerns. We screwed up a lot there, for sure, perhaps were overzealous in attacks against administration and city officials on occasion, and probably drank too much beer late at night in careless close proximity to thousands of dollars of newsroom equipment, because we were young and didn’t know better. At the same time, I rarely have been edited as well as I was at the Diamondback, and I know my writing hasn’t gotten that much better.

I’m amazed in retrospect at the amount of concentrated talent and ambition (from beat reporting to long-term projects) that passed through that newsroom in any given year. We were good, damn good some days, and we stood eyeball-to-eyeball with the Washington Post and Baltimore Sun on many stories, and outright beat them on others (at a journalism conference at Georgetown in 2002, the Post’s higher ed reporter straight congratulated DBK reporter Missy Rothman for scooping her on many details on the story of how  fraternity pledge Daniel Reardon drank himself to death).

So there were many a day years later when I sat in a comfortable desk chair at a professional newspaper owned by the second-largest chain in the country reviewing my health insurance and 401k options, mulling some of the unambitious stories I saw appear in our newspaper and others, when I would start to think wistfully back to the scrappy days of skipping journalism class to go run through the woods of Bowie trying to get as close as possible to the scene of the latest sniper shooting, or frantically calling every police, legal aid and detention center phone number in the DC region I could find to try to locate my two reporters who had just been arrested covering a protest, or listening to Jeff Barnes recount stalking a basketball star around campus to determine if he was leaving for the NBA. The key quote from him that became a local media sensation: “Don’t ask me shit, dog.” There was an egdge to the work cobbled into a sharp point by people who wanted more than clips, who didn’t give a shit about running themselves ragged or skipping class to put out a good product.

I get the sense that students at Maryland asked Savage to define “diamondbacking” as some slight to the newspaper. Like every campus newspaper throughout the history of time, the DBK was the object of scorn for lots of students who derided its unprofessionalism and sloppiness, claiming they only grabbed it from the newsstand for the sports scores and crossword puzzle.

Anecdotal evidence proved otherwise, however, and it was clear that even by the low standards of college publications, lots of people read it, and students — even administrators, teachers, regular people in town who read it for city government coverage and ESPN’s Scott Van Pelt — cared about what went into the paper. You don’t have one of the best journalism schools on the East Coast without having a top-notch student newspaper running along side it.

One of the highlights of my tenure there was when the newspaper received a copy of a letter David Simon sent to the j-school, informing the dean in brisk, Simonesque language that they should never again ask him for money, that they were a bunch of wrong-headed assholes who promoted that “cokehead Jayson Blair” for editor of the paper over a more talented, DBK-staff supported candidate (this was several months before the Blair scandal broke, btw), and that he would e-mail all his friends in the industry to tell them to never hire anyone from the University of Maryland unless they had extensive” experience working at the Diamondback.

So all the kids who are cutting their teeth in that brick-walled DBK newsroom now, like generations of Diamondbackers before them, will suffer the derision of fellow students in Dan Savage columns or elsewhere. But, as the City Paper was wise to point out in August, there’s something about the enthusiasm of the college mindset that will ensure college papers will be around long after their big pro brothers are long gone.

It’s the readers out in the so-called “real world” who may find themselves diamondbacked by the lack of ballsy news coverage before long.