The Sporting News pays tribute.

Damian Penny points to Marina Jimenez’s National Post essay explaining Argentina’s economic catastrophe.

Don’t you know protein wisdom makes its first appearance on Blog Watch II, cementing the places of its contributors within the ranks of this century’s most important thinkers, artists, scientists, and philanthropists. Lay a garland upon the heads of those brave souls who fight beside us, for surely they are kings among men — and so! fresh horses and blankets for everyone! More wine, more women!

Don’t you know protein wisdom makes its first appearance on Blog Watch II, cementing the places of its contributors within the ranks of this century’s most important thinkers, artists, scientists, and philanthropists. Lay a garland upon the heads of those brave souls who fight beside us, for surely they are kings among men — and so! fresh horses and blankets for everyone! More wine, more women!

Jay Zilber has a nice little piece on his “Mind Over What Matters” site about his own (post-9/11) budding right-wingedness (though it’s not clear he’s ready to admit to it quite yet). Still, like Augustine penning his confessions, Jay spends a good chunk o’ space poring over incriminating spots of time, folksy patches from a Lefty past… Me? Rightward? Yipe. Whatever you do, don’t tell my mom — an unreconstructed

More on the UBL tape’s lapses, courtesy of the glib Ken Layne.

More on the UBL tape’s lapses, courtesy of the glib Ken Layne.

Andrew Hofer links to audio of a New School event in Greenwich Village, which featured journalists from the New York Times, Al-Jazeera, The Weekly Standard, and Harper’s. Part of Andrew’s humorous summary: […Y]ou will find Al Jazeera and New York Times journalists bemoaning the ignorance of Americans, objecting to the use of the flag, etc., and calling it ‘censorship’. You will also hear the Greenwich Village audience clapping enthusiastically for

Once again, Charles Johnson at LGF draws attention to what he calls “the constant flow of hate from Arab media,” this time by reprinting on his site MEMRI’s translation of a poem, “Because I Am a Palestinian,” published in the Palestinian weekly, Al-Istiqlal.

As a writer myself, one who has, on occasion, indulged herself with language others might find tinged an earthy blue, I’m suspicious of those critiques of art that concentrate on a piece’s so-called “shock value,” especially when that description is used as a way to forestall a vigorous and honest examination of the piece’s aesthetic (such as it is). Sure, some contemporary art is little more than attitude with a