One of the best—and the hardest—parts of being a magazine editor is deciding what goes on the cover every month. There is nothing else quite like that little rectangle of real estate. Book jackets and album covers are quieter, movie posters are less integral to the product, billboards are more remote. But a magazine cover is a stage unlike any other, conferring a singular status on the person or place that occupies it, setting the tone for everything on the pages that follow.
Only a few years ago, the word was understood (if it was used at all) to mean chicken wings or jalapeño poppers or nachos. That time is gone forever. As even the proudest Luddite now knows, an “app” is something you download onto your handheld device or tablet, a helpful and fun piece of software that lets you check the weather or listen to the radio or read the paper or slingshot angry birds at irritating pigs. Apps, especially smartphone apps, appeal to our problem-solving natures.
When journalists Carl Bernstein and Bob Woodward walked up to a glass case displaying some of their Watergate papers in the LBJ Library on Thursday afternoon, Bernstein exclaimed, “ancient history!”
NAME: Shelby Hodge | AGE: “Old enough to order Cristal” | HOMETOWN: Houston | QUALIFICATIONS: Society columnist for the Houston Chronicle from 1991—2009 / Editor-at-large of CultureMap (“Houston’s daily digital magazine”) / Has attended more than one hundred social events since January
Edwin “Bud” Shrake, who died earlier this year at age 77, was one of the best writers Texas has ever produced. His ten novels explored two centuries of Texas history and culture, a range so daring that it sometimes baffled editors, critics, and even friends. Shrake had the ability to go anywhere. In But Not for Love and Strange Peaches he rendered perfectly the carousing darkness within the soul of the Dallas elite.
NAME: Roland Martin | AGE: 40 | HOMETOWN: Houston | QUALIFICATIONS: CNN contributor / Nationally syndicated columnist / Special correspondent for Essence magazine / Senior analyst for the Tom Joyner Morning Show / Blogger for Essence.com / Constantly updates his Web site, Twitter feed, YouTube channel, and Facebook fan pa
Twice I had the honor—that’s what it was—of interviewing Walter Cronkite. The first time was in September 2003, in the restaurant at the Regency Hotel, in New York, where Mr. Cronkite met me for breakfast and an extended talk about the state of journalism. He was clearly hobbled by various ailments and slowed by age—he was then 86—and he was extremely hard of hearing, a challenge in a loud and crowded room.
Meet Natalie “Nate” Cross (Natalie Raitano), a tomboy by breeding (her father taught her to hunt animals when she would have much rather been playing with dolls) who’s now all grown up, with bee-stung lips, a yoga-rific body, a glow-in-the-dark-tattoo-covered back, and a reputation as one of the finest assassins around. In the Internet series Pink, co-created by the Dallas-based team of Blake Calhoun and Mike Maden, an incarcerated Nate strikes a Faustian bargain with the warden (Sheree J.
From Day One, Barack Obama becomes the country’s crisis manager—facing the fierce urgency of huge expectations. Problem is, he’ll be taking fire from both sides of the partisan divide.