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Friday, January 20, 2021

the greatest of ease
Reading the profile of Tampa Bay standout rookie defenseman Paul Ranger, it comes across that he’s something of a Renaissance man: In addition to being a professional-class athlete, he’s a budding intellectual.

And a nascient circus performer.

When he was 10, Ranger took trapeze lessons at summer camp, learning while tied with safety ropes to swing upside down by his legs.

“Weird,” Ranger said. “The first time it’s like, “Oh, my god, I’m going to kill myself.’”

A defenseman who can do trapeze tricks? A goalie (Gerald Coleman) who does yoga? Where does the Lightning come up with these guys?

- Costa Tsiokos, Fri 01/20/2006 08:59:57 PM
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Just because it was deemed silly enough to scuttle a New York City mayoral race in “Seinfeld” doesn’t mean it can’t work in real life.

The nametag, that is. The daily, always-on variety, as sported by Scott Ginsberg, who wears one on each layer of his clothing and has even had a facsimile of such tattooed to his chest.

Hatched as a marketing-major stunt during college, Ginsberg has ridden his gimmick far:

Ginsberg says he has met thousands of people he may not have if he wasn’t wearing a name tag. And he says he’s now able to command speaking fees of $3,500 to $6,500 for a standard appearance. But his exploits haven’t made him a rich man - he’s living and working out of a rented St. Louis home he shares with two roommates.

Until the tattoo, showers were one time he couldn’t wear the name tag. If someone rips his name tag off (not infrequently), he’s armed with more. Ginsberg wears one on each layer of his clothing and keeps about 10 extras in his wallet. He vows to be buried wearing a name tag.

There are drawbacks. Ginsberg says he’s made fun of nearly four times a day. He’s been shoved and had to run off once to avoid a fight. And, he says, he even had a stalker. “It sacrificed my anonymity,” he said.

What about his clothes?

“It always clashes and always ruins my clothes,” Ginsberg says.

He won’t say if it helps him score with women. And is there a Nametag Gal for Ginsberg? He won’t talk about that either.

Dude — if you can’t meet women with this hook, what’s the point? It seems like it would be a nice icebreaker, assuming the opposite party can see past the dorky quality. It’s gotta be more surefire than the questionable handpuppet approach (but then, what isn’t?).

He’s managed to parlay a motivational speaking racket out of this whole thing. Good for him, although I think you’d have to have rocks in your head to take this guy even halfway seriously.

- Costa Tsiokos, Fri 01/20/2006 08:13:28 PM
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Last week, it was a book about saying “yes”. This week, it’s a book about saying “no”.

I’m sensing a trend. Can’t wait for the book expounding the joys of “maybe”.

“The Book of No” by Susan Newman is pretty much another self-help book, with repetitous advice about how to offer refusals without feeling crummy about yourself. You might think it’s a “duh” situation, but I know the feeling: For instance, the freelance work for Florida Trend’s website I accepted smacks very much of reluctance on my part to disappoint. I guess I’m too easy.

To see if you’re not strong-willed enough to blow people off without regret, take the litmus test. If you fail, be ready to cough up fifteen bucks.

- Costa Tsiokos, Fri 01/20/2006 07:47:05 PM
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one-and-doneIt’s not the first series to get yanked after just a single episode (reality washout “The Will” comes instantly to mind), but the abrupt cancellation of “Emily’s Reasons Why Not” is a bit of a shocker.

I mean, come on. How could a Heather Graham vehicle get such a short leash? We’re talking about Rollergirl, man. Roller-girl.


I admit, I couldn’t quite get through the entire premiere episode, myself. The supporting cast was pretty weak, and the writing was fairly meandering. The contrived rivalry with the Asian co-worker felt pretty forced, and didn’t seem like it would provide much, story-wise. Watching Graham flit around and be pretty was nice, but not enough to keep me engaged. Looks like that apathy applied to the target audience of “Sex and the City” fans, too.

I guess being a gorgeous blonde with a kick-ass body just doesn’t count for as much as it used to in Hollywood. We must be living in the Bizarro world…

- Costa Tsiokos, Fri 01/20/2006 11:15:36 AM
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