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Campfield Posts Pressure Cooker Bomb Joke

I probably shouldn’t post this, because it’s just another “Stacey Campfield is an idiot” item, but, well, it’s a slow news day.

The irrepressibly wacky legislator from Knoxville thought it would be hilarious to post a “humorous” graphic of a pressure cooker as a weapon. Because, you know, those murderers in Boston used bombs made from pressure cookers, so … funny, right?

His point, if you want to call it that, was to illustrate the hypocrisy of the left for calling for gun control after the Sandy Hook shootings but not calling for pressure cooker control after the Boston bombings. Or something.

It’s all too tiresome to explain further. If you really must read his rationale, go to his blog, which is probably what he had in mind anyway.

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Intermission Impossible Theater

Club Orpheum: A new social organization for young (theater) lovers

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The Orpheum Theatre is launching a new social club. Tuesday, April 23 from 5:00-7:00 PM in the Pat Halloran Broadway Club, the theater will announce, and launch a membership drive for The Orpheum Crew. The club is aimed at Theatergoers between the ages of 25 and 40.

The Orpheum Crew was created to cultivate the next generation of Broadway Theatergoers.

The April 23rd launch pcoincides with the Opening Night of MEMPHIS THE MUSICAL. To RSVP or request aditional information, digits: 901-529-4287 or torres@orpheum-memphis.com.

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Three New Memphis Cookbooks

Hannah Sayle has the dish on three new cookbooks by Memphians.

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Memphis Planned Parenthood Names New CEO

Ashley Coffield has been named the new CEO of Memphis Planned Parenthood. Hannah Sayle has more.

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The Comfort of Crowds

Frank Murtaugh says we shouldn’t let events such as the Boston Marathon bombing stop us from enjoying a crowd.

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From My Seat Sports

Remember Boston, But Embrace the Crowd

October 2001 was going to be a special month for my family. A longtime friend — a high school classmate — was getting married in Vermont. Autumn in the Green Mountain State, of course, is a time when the colors of those mountains transform from green to a spectrum of shades that would drop Monet’s jaw. My wife and I found ourselves counting down the weeks to our trip, the chance to catch up with old friends and show off our 2-year-old daughter.

Then 19 lunatics turned four passenger planes into weapons of mass destruction, changing the world for good. On the morning of September 11 — merely a month before Doug’s wedding — two of those planes took off from Logan Airport in Boston, the very place we’d be landing on our trip north. It was only a few days before passenger flights were again in the air, but it would be a long time before anyone buckled their seat on an airplane without a fear they didn’t know on September 10th. My wife and I had a conversation near the end of September in which she said she simply didn’t want to expose her child to that kind of danger. And I listened to her case. For the first time as parents, we were scared.

With a week, now, to process the murderous attack at the Boston Marathon, I’m no closer to understanding the act than I was (or am) the slaughter of 9-11 twelve years ago. A part of me is scared, particularly the father in me. Alas, one emotion I didn’t feel last Monday was shock. As stunning as the news was, as graphic as the scene on Boylston Street may have been, the horror entered my thought pattern much easier than did the 9-11 attacks. Just as every act of terror has since the first plane hit the World Trade Center. That, friends, is what scares me the most: the all-too-common quality of modern carnage.

How do we “process” atrocities like 9-11, Newtown, or the Boston Marathon attack? (There really is no formula, no process, thus the quote marks.) How do we explain to our children and steer them toward adulthood with the eagerness and optimism that should trump fear and apprehension? I don’t have the answer, and I won’t anytime soon. But I do have the image (at least in my mind). It’s that crowd — that tremendous crowd of decent, happy, energetic, thriving human beings — lining the marathon route in Beantown last week. It’s an overstuffed crowd of basketball fans in a football stadium in Atlanta, cheering the best college basketball championship of the century. It’s a crowd of excited Grizzlies fans packing FedExForum for a playoff game . . . and the eagerness and optimism accompanying every ticket-holder to his or her seat.

With apologies to the agoraphobic — it’s a legitimate ailment, and one I find myself wrestling on, say, a New York City subway — gathering is to the human soul as water is to the human body. Whether it’s church on Sunday, lunch on Monday, or a 50,000-seat stadium for the next big game, we participate together because our favorite moments gain value as we share them with family and friends (including the “friends” we may not know . . . those wearing the same Grit & Grind t-shirt we’ve worn out).

Sadly, monsters among us recognize our urge to gather. Part of their cowardice is the attempt to do as much damage with as little effort as possible. The result, as we too often see, is quite literally blood in the streets.

One of the victims who died last Monday was Krystle Campbell, a 29-year-old restaurant manager from Medford, Massachusetts, the town where my alma mater — Tufts University — has sat on a drumlin for more than 150 years. I didn’t know Krystle, but I sure know her world, just as so many of us know Boston, or know friends in or near Boston. They don’t call it the Hub for nothing. For me, reading about Krystle Campbell has been the hardest part of “processing” this tragedy. And hers is the face I see when I resolve to make sure her killers’ objective is not achieved. (Sean Collier, the police officer killed last Thursday by the bombing suspects, was from Somerville, a town adjacent to Medford.)

Back to the fall of 2001. My family took our flight to Boston. We made it to Doug’s wedding, and have memories of that weekend we’ll carry with us the rest of our lives. There wasn’t a person at Doug’s reception not hurting from the recent attacks on an innocence America can never know again. But gathering for that life-changing event filled every one of us with, yes, eagerness and optimism for the future.

So plan on attending the next sporting event on your calendar. And the bigger the crowd, the better. I’m already brainstorming ways I can be in Boston for Patriots’ Day in the near future. I may not run the marathon, but it’s been too long since I’ve sat in the bleachers at Fenway Park. With a crowd. With my friends.

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Politics Politics Beat Blog

Judge Joe Brown, Ousted from his CBS Courtroom, Could Run for the Senate

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Remember “Send Brown Downtown?” No, probably not. Most of you weren’t fixated on the lengthy ballot that confronted Shelby Countians in the steamy summer of 1990.

The Brown in question was Joe Brown, candidate for Shelby County Criminal Court and, after he won that race, just plain Judge Joe Brown later on.

In a way he gave up that title, in a way he didn’t. In 1998 he attracted the attention of CBS producers, having won some notoriety as a result of handling an ultimately futile 1997 appeal by James Earl Ray of his 1969 conviction (via guilty plea) for killing Dr. Martin Luther King.

The result was that in 1998 Judge Joe Brown, Shelby County Criminal Court, became Judge Joe Brown of the eponymous TV reality show, Judge Joe Brown, which was paired by CBS Television Distribution with Judge Judy, starring retired Manhattan Family Court Judge Judith Sheindlin, in a national syndication package.

Both shows involved binding-arbitration situations staged as plaintiff-and-defendant courtroom drama with both the competing participants and the TV judge encouraged to ham it up.

For two years, Brown handled both the television show, installments of which were recorded in Los Angeles, and his regular judicial position in Shelby County, to which he had been reelected in 1998, the same year his TV show began.

The wear and tear of so much commuting, along with the far greater financial compensation of the television show, eventually convinced Brown to resign his judicial position in 2000 and focus on his TV career.

Cutting to the chase, last month Brown recorded his final installment of the show, which was canceled by CBS, following the failure of Brown and the network to reach agreement on a financial package. CBS, citing lower ratings, wanted to cut Brown’s compensation, publicized by the network as $20 million annually, although Brown, complaining about “Hollywood trick economics, said he was actually only paid $5 million a year.

In any case, the CBS-syndicated version of Judge Joe Brown is no more (Judge Judy was, incidentally renewed), and Brown is casting about for other syndicators for his courtroom theatrics. He and various partners are also purportedly planning a radio program to be called Real Talks With Judge Joe Brown.

And hark! The Hollywood Reporter maintains in a new article that Brown “also is considering offers to get involved in politics, which could include a run for the U.S. Senate from Tennessee.”

Since Brown has, during the years of his TV judgeship, occasionally returned to Memphis to host fundraisers for various local Democratic candidates, it is to be presumed that his party label as a Senate candidate would also be Democratic. Which means that if he availed himself of his first opportunity at a U.S. Senate seat, challenger Brown could find himself trying to put Republican incumbent Senator Lamar Alexander in the dock of public opinion in 2014.

Alexander should be forewarned: Though journalists who covered Brown as a Criminal Court judge were often impressed with his habit of dramatizing his opinions, they also saw him as being relatively mild-mannered with the contending parties in his courtroom.

But not so the Joe Brown of that Hollywood studio courtroom, who perfected the art of being stern, hard-edged, and sometimes even abusive with those upon whom his adverse judgments fell.

But stay tuned. Maybe there won’t be an Alexander-Brown showdown. Surely it’s as practical to be a faux legislator as a make-believe judge. Is it possible that, sometime down the line, maybe in 2014, we could find ourselves watching a new “reality” show entitled Senator Joe Brown?

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“42”

Chris Herrington says 42 is a minor-league take on a major-league icon, Jackie Robinson.

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Beyond the Arc Sports

In-Between Games: What Went Wrong (and Right) in Griz-Clips Game 1 and What Lies Ahead

Not being in Los Angeles for the opening two games of this first-round playoff series between the Grizzlies and Clippers and with only a one-day break in-between the first two games, I can’t find much reason to separate a reaction to Game 1 and a preview of Game 2. So, I’ll let this scattershot series of observations stand in for both:

Coming into the series, the Clippers already owned discernible advantages in terms of athleticism, depth, and shooting, and they pressed all three last night in Los Angeles until the Grizzlies finally broke, yielding a 112-91 defeat to a Clippers team that has now beaten them in five of the past six meetings between the two teams.

In theory, the Grizzlies should be able to mitigate the Clippers’ roster advantages with the league’s best perimeter defense, the league’s second-best rebounding team, and, arguably, the front-court tandem that boasts the league’s best mix of skill and brawn.

Instead, Clippers guards and small forwards shot 62%, including 39% from three-point range. The Grizzlies got demolished on the boards, where the Grizzlies were doubled-up (47-23) and allowed the Clippers to corral 42% of their own misses. The Grizzlies offensive rebound rate of 31.0 was second best in the NBA in the regular season. In Game 1, they secured barely more than 10 percent of their misses. As for the third component, Marc Gasol and Zach Randolph weren’t terrible offensively — 29 points on 10-22 shooting, with 8 assists — but it wasn’t nearly enough. And they combined for a shocking six rebounds in 45 minutes of play.

The 21-point final deficit is in some ways misleading and in other ways a more honest expression of the game than the tighter differential that separated these teams for most of the contest.

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Monterey Jazz at GPAC

“Monterey Jazz on Tour,” featuring Dee Dee Bridgewater, plays the Germantown Performing Arts Center Sunday.