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The Difference Between Being 'Trusted' and 'Trustworthy'

Russell Brand on Rupert Murdoch’s Sun newspaper and the dismal state of today’s news industry:

Rupert Murdoch, an animatronic al-Qaida recruitment poster, in his private letter to Sun staff, after the News of the World was briefly closed for a makeover (not through remorse, or shame, no, because they couldn’t sell advertising space and because he wanted to launch the Sun on Sunday anyway because it’s cheaper to run one title than two – some guys get all the luck) referred consistently to his pride in the Sun as “a trusted news source”. Trusted is the word he used, not trustworthy. We know the Sun is not trustworthy and so does he. He uses the word “trusted” deliberately. Hitler was trusted, it transpired he was not trustworthy. He also said of the arrested journalists, “everyone is innocent until proven guilty”. Well, yes, that is the law of our country, not however a nicety often afforded to the victims of his titles, and here I refer not only to hacking but the vituperative portrayal of weak and vulnerable members of our society, relentlessly attacked by Murdoch’s ink jackals. Immigrants, folk with non-straight sexual identities, anyone in fact living in the margins of the Sun’s cleansed utopia.

SOURCE:Guardian
PUBLISHED: Nov. 30, 2013
LENGTH: 7 minutes (1900 words)

The Snowden Leaks and the Public

Guardian editor Alan Rusbridger on what we’ve learned so far about the Edward Snowden leaks, our privacy, and the way our government, press and commercial Internet companies have handled it. In many cases, it can come down to people who aren’t quite sure what’s going on trusting the people who do know:

But I did have an interesting (unattributable, of course) briefing from someone very senior in one West Coast mega-corporation who conceded that neither he nor the CEO of his company had security clearance to know what arrangements his own organization had reached with the US government. “So, it’s like a company within a company?” I asked. He waved his hand dismissively: “I know the guy, I trust him.”

PUBLISHED: Oct. 30, 2013
LENGTH: 20 minutes (5084 words)

When the Ruins Were New

In 1862, the Prince of Wales and future King Edward VII fled a sex scandal and took a trip to the Middle East. At the last minute, he was joined by a photographer named Francis Bedford, who proceeded to capture some of the earliest images of the Egyptian ruins. His work is featured in the new book Cairo to Constantinople:

"The royal journey’s motive, too, may have been more complex than suggested. Ostensibly it was a private, informal expedition. It was urged by Queen Victoria for her son’s education (pretty much a lost cause, according to his guardian) and she ordered that the Prince go incognito, with no ceremonial encounters. But the itinerary seems to have been planned above all by the Prince Consort Albert, as a diplomatic initiation for the young man and to foster goodwill."

(via @dougcoulson)
PUBLISHED: July 6, 2013
LENGTH: 6 minutes (1646 words)

Getting Stuffed: A Tale of Love and Taxidermy

The writer visits a taxidermy shop to purchase a Valentines's Day gift. This essay will be included in David Sedaris's new book, Let's Explore Diabetes with Owls:

"The taxidermist and I discussed the owls, and when my eyes cut to a glass-doored cabinet with several weather-beaten skulls inside it, he asked if I was a doctor.

"'Me?' For some reason I looked at my hands. 'Oh, goodness no.'

"'Then your interest in those skulls is non-professional?'

"'Exactly.'

"The taxidermist's eyes brightened, and he led me to a human skeleton half hidden in the back of the room. 'Who do you think this was?' he asked.

"Being a layman, all I had to go by was the height – between four and a half and five feet tall. 'Is it an adolescent?'"
SOURCE:Guardian
PUBLISHED: April 13, 2013
LENGTH: 13 minutes (3265 words)

Bryan Saunders: Portrait Of The Artist On Crystal Meth

A writer visits the home of Bryan Saunders, an artist known for his self-portraits created under the influence of a variety of drugs:

"We turn to the next one. 'Whoa,' I say. This one could not be less Xanax-like. The drawing is spindly and paranoid, and the page is patterned with real-life bullet holes. They pepper Bryan's stomach and neck. I ask Bryan how they got there and he explains that he used a gun borrowed from a friend. He propped up the page from the sketchbook and repeatedly shot it. 'I remember bouncing into the walls like a fly going bong, bong, bong,' he says. The drug that elicited this reaction was called Geodon.

"'Geodon?' I say.

"Bryan Googles it. 'It's for symptoms of schizophrenia,' he reads, 'so it's an anti-psychotic agent, I guess.'

"'Did you get it from somebody with schizophrenia?' I ask.

"'No, I got it from a doctor,' Bryan says. And this is when Bryan tells me the other way he acquires many of his drugs. He sometimes visits psychiatrists, tells them about the art project, and asks them for 'samples of some pain pill or sedative I've never tried. I say, 'Can you write me a prescription for just one so I can do my drawing?' And I take my book with me and show them my art project. And they always give me some crazy, crazy anti-psychotic pill instead.'"
AUTHOR:Jon Ronson
PUBLISHED: Nov. 30, 2012
LENGTH: 11 minutes (2942 words)

The Works That Made the Artists

An excerpt from My Ideal Bookshelf, a book where 100 "leading cultural figures" like Judd Apatow, David Sedaris, and Stephenie Meyer discuss the books that have meant the most to them. Here's Apatow:

"In eighth grade, I read Ladies and Gentlemen – Lenny Bruce!! [by Albert Goldman and Lawrence Schiller] I cut out the photos and made an elaborate book report for extra credit. It was gorgeous. My English teacher, Mr Board, claimed to have lost it, but I know he stole it and cherishes it to this day.

"Part of what inspired me to read more was a road trip I took with Owen Wilson in 1997. Owen was so well read – he even knew what The New Yorker was! I was embarrassed that the last book I had probably read was Stephen King's Firestarter, when I was 13. He recommended Frederick Exley's A Fan's Notes, which I loved so much that I went on a reading tear for a few years. I remember Owen's saying to me: 'I'm jealous that you get to read it for the first time.' I didn't understand what he meant then, but I do now."
SOURCE:Guardian
PUBLISHED: Nov. 24, 2012
LENGTH: 7 minutes (1965 words)

The Eye

[Fiction] From Munro's collection Dear Life: A young girl develops a special bond with her housekeeper:

"I suppose all this was making me ready for Sadie when she came to work for us. My mother had shrunk to whatever territory she had with the babies. With her not around so much, I could think about what was true and what wasn't. I knew enough not to speak about this to anybody.

"The most unusual thing about Sadie – though it was not a thing stressed in our house – was that she was a celebrity. Our town had a radio station where she played her guitar and sang the opening welcome song which was her own composition.

"'Hello, hello, hello, everybody – '"
SOURCE:Guardian
PUBLISHED: Nov. 7, 2012
LENGTH: 16 minutes (4160 words)

Ink-Stained Assassins

A brief history of the political cartoonist, whose job is endangered in the digital age:

"Martin Rowson in particular seems to revel in mixing allusions to obscure literary texts with lashings of excrement. A cartoon he drew last month for the Morning Star features a 'fivearsed pig', shitting turds emblazoned with the logos of London 2012 sponsors through sphincters coloured like the Olympic rings.

"Occasionally, the digestive obsession becomes a bit too much even for left-wing papers. Rowson tells me that his fellow Guardian cartoonist Steve Bell always files as late as possible to make the staff grateful that the picture has arrived at all. 'There’s a wonderful story about Georgina Henry, when she was deputy editor, going past the comment desk at about eight o’clock one evening and Steve’s cartoon had just come in,' he says. 'It was a wonderful one of [George W] Bush as a monkey, squatting on the side of a broken toilet, wiping his arse with the UN Charter. And there’s all this shit splattered on the wall behind it, and she looks and says, "Oh God, no." [Alan] Rusbridger had put down this edict saying less shit in the cartoons, please – you know, the editor’s prerogative – and she and Steve had this eyeball-to-eyeball confrontation.' What happened? 'He finally caved in. In one of the greatest betrayals of freedom of speech since Galileo, he tippexed out three of the turds.'"
PUBLISHED: Aug. 23, 2012
LENGTH: 24 minutes (6057 words)

Pussy Riot: Will Vladimir Putin Regret Taking on Russia's Cool Punks?

How a collective of women in ski masks captured the attention of the world—and now face possible prison time for their stand against Putin:

"At 9 p.m. on Thursday night, I'm at a rally of a couple of thousand anti-government protesters, hearing Pussy Riot's name being chanted in the crowd, and I think I have a grasp of the story. It's an astonishing tale of how three young women have brought Putin his biggest political headache yet. A story about art versus power. Of civil society versus church and state. Or as one film-maker who's documenting it says, 'punks versus Putin'. (He goes on to say, 'It's Crime and Punishment, basically, but there's also a band in jail so it's a bit like The Monkees. Or a really warped Beatles film.')

"I think I have it sort-of clear, and then three hours later, I'm led into a basement in an industrial art space and the story untangles. It becomes not just astonishing but absurd. Because here are Pussy Riot: in their balaclavas and brightly coloured dresses and tights, sitting cross-legged on the floor of a tiny, hot, brightly lit rehearsal room."
SOURCE:Guardian
PUBLISHED: July 28, 2012
LENGTH: 17 minutes (4259 words)