The Observatory
Jeremiah Horrigan
- Location
- New Paltz, New York, USA
- Bio
- Former Knight of the Altar, St. Martin's parish in South Buffalo, NY. Old enough to remember ducking-and-covering from the nukes that Sister Jeanne assured us were coming our way, defending Santa Claus until age 10, hating sports, being effectively blind until fourth grade, wanting to fly, escaping to Westchester County for three years, re-escaping to Buffalo for most of high school, escaping to Fordham U to grow a moustache and smoke a lot of oregano-laced pot, escaping school, getting political, getting arrested, getting tried, convicted and released for crimes against the draft. Husband to Patty, father to Grady and Annie. Housepainter, cab driver, idiot, then newspaper reporter in Poughkeepsie, years of freelancing (Sports Illustrated, New York Times, Negligent Mother Magazine) and shameful indulgence, followed finally by 15 more years of reporting, column-writing, some awards, discoveries large and small along the way, including these: Sister Jeanne was full of beans, writing is good for the soul and I'm the luckiest man alive.
MY RECENT COMMENTS
- “Jim: I read the piece
with a growing sense of
satisfaction
and something
close t…”
9:48PM - “Evan: Whew. The things
that go on behind the
patient's back,
as witnessed
in so m…”
November 22, 2009 10:38PM - “Molly: A dynasty is born
here tonight, or at least
its
discovery. If I hadn't
kno…”
November 22, 2009 10:04PM - “Cell phone cameras.
Security cameras. Digital
cameras.
Reality shows. Blogs.
Eye…”
November 15, 2009 12:48AM - “Speedy: Sounds like the
inspiration for a happy
Fizzies
party. Plop plop. Fizz
f…”
November 11, 2009 12:13AM
Jeremiah Horrigan's Links
I was a closet Beatles freak until about the time "Rubber Soul" was released.
Being a 14-year-old putz wasn't easy for someone who'd never planned on being one, but hormones and an unsuspected blast of teenage lonlieness provided lessons I was quick to learn. I was the Sneering One.… Read full post »
A senior administration official said in an e-mail message that the press secretary, Robert Gibbs, called the White House shortly before 6 a.m. and woke the president with the news.-- The New York Times
Muleskinner Blues, or, A Cowboy's Lament
I placed the followin ad in the “Personals” section under the “Sidekicks Wanted” listing:
"Single, grizzled gentleman to accompany and admire heroic archetype. Ability to fry eggs, boil coffee over open fires and splutter incomprehensibly (though not profanely) a mus… Read full post »
P. J. O'Rourke Loves Me! And I Can Prove It.
Conservative humorist P. J. O'Rourke needs no introduction from
me. But I do, and Mr. O'Rourke has just provided me one.
I recently wrote an essay for an anthology entitled "Woodstock
Revisited." Mr. O'Rourke reviewed the anthology in his column in
The Weekly Standard a few weeks back.
I won't repeat h… Read full post »
First Things First . . .
1. Who was your FIRST prom date?
For my senior prom, it was Barbara McNamara, who a really liked. She took the veil a few months later.
2. Who was your FIRST love and do you still talk with him/her?
Kathie O'Brien
… Read full post »Staring down Faulkner's Bear in a Hospital Room
Of Vistas and Coffin Lids: What Words Do To Us
IN the wake of the latest uproar about "blog pimping," I visited a freind of mine's new site and found the following question, answer and warning. His post felt very much like a return to fundamentals; it reminded me that I'd voiced objections to using that phrase and its cousin, "blog-wh… Read full post »
A Father's Legacy
They come to me whenever they want, these moments, arriving unbidden and with unexpected force. They can't be conjured intentionally. The instant I recognize them, they dissipate like the smoke that used to curl from the White Owl cigars he used to love to smoke.
I can't even claim to recognize… Read full post »
Weather Report: Hard Rain Meets Hard News
Footloose & Fancy Free in Sin City: Tim Russert Remembered
NBC newsman Tim Russert died a year ago Saturday. This reminiscence (since re-written) first appeared in the The Middletown (N.Y.) Times Herald-Record:
I once spent a week in New York City in the company of Jerry Lombardo, Pat Hoak and Tim Russert.
You'… Read full post »
Remembering: Thoughts on a long-ago Memorial Day
When Hate Comes to Town: One Community's Response
Several recent posts have documented the latest appearences of the notorious hate group known as the Westboro Baptist Church of Topeka, Kan. Four years ago, the sons and daughters of the Rev. Fred Phelps descended like a latter-day Biblical plague on the college town of New Paltz, N.Y,… Read full post »
Perfect Mother. Imperfect Son
She's been that way all her life. Let me show you some photos.
Here she is sitting on a picnic…
All politics aside: Jack Kemp remembered
What they're REALLY allegedly saying in the newspaper.
Journalism, like every other profession, speaks its own language. Unlike every other profession, journalists speak this language publicly. And though it appears paradoxical, journalese is also a secret language, even, sometimes, to its practitioners. Unless, of course, you've… Read full post »
Pete Hamill on "Our Imperfect Craft"
Master journalist Pete Hamill gave a talk entitled "Our Imperfect Craft" to a group of mostly young journalsits from around the country Friday evening. The occasion was the first Mike Levine Writers Workshop. I don't have a transcript but I do have a few pertinent quotes:… Read full post »
Now Batting for Red Smith: Julia Stiles!
ASU President Proposes College "Re-Brand" Itself
What's worse than politically correct writing?
CONFICKERED!
(hummmmmmm)
I wrote the news today, oh boy. . . .
This past weekend's front-page focus at OS on the parlous state of journalism held more than a theoretical or ideological interest for me. I'm a newspaper reporter, so there's nothing abstract about the issues surrounding whether and how newspapers will survive.
Everybody has a theory about "the med
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AIG to USA: Drop Dead
When it comes to failure, insurance giant AIG had re-written the book. I won't bore you with the financials here.
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