A statement from Brigham and Women’s Hospital to reporters.
Translation: never mind.
As NBC’s Robert Bazell reported, “Earlier in the week the hospital sent out a press release about the study with the headline ‘The truth isn’t sweet when it comes to artificial sweeteners.’ ” The paper, he said, had been shopped around to six journals before a seventh agree to publish it.
The findings, if you’re still interested in seeing them, are out in The American Journal of Clinical Nutrition.
Just goes to show that anything can be published, eventually.
I need you, Jesus, to come to my rescue.
Where else can I go?
There’s no other name by which I am saved.
Capture me with grace, I will follow you.
“Rescue” - Desperation Band (at least the version I’m listening to)
Past few days (and especially nights) has been hard in terms of thoughts… midterm in less than two hours. Suddenly thought of this song this morning when I woke up. Capture me with grace, and I need nothing (and no one) else.
Fifteen minutes before “Morning Edition” is beamed to radios across the country, Renee Montagne is ready to record her one-minute introduction. To cue her, the director points his index finger. “Good morning. It was the president’s turn to court Latino voters…”
And she’s off. Here in the soundproof studio, though, “Good night” seems like the more appropriate greeting. It is only 1:45 a.m.
NPR’s “Morning Edition” has one of the most peculiar formats of any morning show on radio or television: it’s split between the East Coast, with the co-host Steve Inskeep in Washington, and the West, with Ms. Montagne. The director cues Ms. Montagne through a videoconferencing system, and the co-hosts routinely add what they call “splits” to their scripts, so that they share the responsibility for introductions and interviews. “We are functionally sitting next to one another,” Ms. Montagne said, yet by staying on separate coasts, they are reflecting the audience’s geographic diversity.
A peek “behind the mic” at Morning Edition. — tanya b.
Love Morning Edition, so much… just wish I could drive and listen in the mornings like my dad and I used to. Maybe when those self-driving cars become more common…