P-Krug's incisive editorials always get to the Croix of the matter.
From a profile of Economics Professor Paul (”Nobel Laureate”) Krugman in this week’s New Yorker:
When it is cold at home, or he has a couple of weeks with nothing to do but write his Times column [but what about WWS 543?], or when something unexpectedly stressful happens, like winning the Nobel Prize, the Princeton economist Paul Krugman and his wife, Robin Wells, go to St. Croix…
Source: magazine.org
David Remnick ‘81, editor-in-chief of The New Yorker (and former Press Clubber aw yeah!), has a biography of Barack Obama in the works. The Alfred A. Knopf imprint of Random House said it plans to publish the bio on April 6.
Remnick’s written about Obama in the past, and he promises the book would not simply be a “pimped out” version of this New Yorker article published in November 2008.
Confession: Remnick didn’t say “pimped out,” but rather “pumped up,” but the New York Times’ ArtsBeat blog had reported he had. Which is hilarious, because, does anyone at The New Yorker use “pimp” as a verb not ironically?
(hat tip to Daily Intel for catching the switch)
If you keep reading, this picture will make sense
You’d think the New Yorker would be firmly in the tank for the ol’ Orange and Black. Editor-in-Chief David Remnick ‘81 didn’t teach himself, after all.
In recent years, however, Yale has been getting most of the love from this classiest of rags (see here and here and here). But as long as the stories are as entertaining as this week’s take on the timeless musical fantasia known as “That’s Why I Chose Yale,” we won’t complain.
A choice passage:
James Goodale, Class of ’55, and a former general counsel for the Times, made it through all seventeen minutes—more collegians bursting into song, accompanied by “Up with People”-style dance numbers, and even some electric-guitar shredding in the art gallery—before reporting that the production seemed “intended for an audience that I couldn’t divine.” He added, “My God, if you’re a hockey player, you think, I’ll go to Princeton.”
In other New Yorker-related news, apparently Princeton Politics Professor Gary Bass sometimes writes in to give his opinion on current cinema? Most random New Yorker blog post about one of my former professors EVER…
During summer, when there are no parties to break, or drunk students to catch urinating, what exactly does PSafe do? Catch criminals, that’s what. In this week’s edition: Water guns? Public lewdness? Princeton quickly becomes the next possible locale of a CSI spin-off. Meanwhile, The New Yorker is all like, “You guys were so right about the Kindle thing,” and coincidentally “the Kindle ate my homework” becomes a viable excuse. Also, oh my God!, the Princeton Review made lists of colleges and people freak out about them.
Public enemies.
