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BUYOUTS STOPPED gutting the Globe (for now) two weeks ago. Those buyouts were brought on because neither the Globe's parent New York Times Co, nor the Globe itself can figure out how to stop shitting money like a goat that's gotten into a Taco Bell dumpster.
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HOLY SHIT! The Phoenix just discovered the MBTA, and wants you to do the same!
That's it. They've decided to introduce us to the T. In May. No further mockery is needed. Next joke, please!
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STUFF@NIGHT'S ANNUAL PLAYERS ISSUE—we've just got one question: Why no love for the guy from the Canadian tourist board who bought those two half-page ads? We see that player brunching at Banq all the time!
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Things over at the Globe—a paper that, like most mid-sized dailies, has been stuck in an endless cycle of circulation losses, plummeting ad revenue and newsroom cutbacks
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Kevin Cullen's Monday column addressed a local woman who loves the Red Sox. Also, there was this:
Three years ago, they sat Theresa Marie down in an office at New England Medical Center and told her she had ovarian cancer.
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The Globe unveiled its short-term post-Bailey business page game plan last week. Steven Syre's Boston Capital column shifted from Thursday to Friday, with Tech Lab, a new technology column by Hiawatha Bray, taking Syre's Thursday slot.
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WHAT TO MAKE of Howie Carr's Sunday column? In the midst of an otherwise tired and unremarkable two-minute meditation on Governor Deval Patrick's million-dollar book deal, Carr dropped this book title suggestion: "Slaughterhouse Jive."
Now, Howie is a cold, self-aggrandizing genital wart of a human being. That's not news. But what is worth noting is that Howie seems to be perfectly comfortable playing the kind of overtly racial hand that wouldn't fly anywhere else.
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THE GLOBE'S DEEP OBSESSION over the travails of dumb kids' feelings got a little deeper last week. This latest take was a drastic improvement.
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The Globe rang in the Iraq war's fifth birthday with an eminently competent assessment of the surge. Charles Sennott jetted off to the desert, wandered around a neighborhood ravaged by sectarian cleansing, and made Iraqis and American soldiers alike uncomfortable by, you know, asking reporterly questions. All in long-essay form!
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Oof. Oof, ouch and say it ain't fucking so. How else can we react to the news that came down Monday—that Globe business columnist Steve Bailey, the best read (and one of the best reporters) in town, is taking a buyout, blowing town and finally following through on all those whispered plans to move his ass to Europe?
