Of course I know the difference between a banana and a plantain. I was just making sure you did.
January 2005
Peter, Paul, and Mary: a (quasi-libertarian) reimagining, #3
Puff, the magic dragon lived by the sea / And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called honah lee / Little Jackie Paper loved that rascal Puff / And brought him strings and sealing wax and other fancy stuff / Because fuck the government, y’know? I mean, it’s just a plant, man / And it’s little Jackie Paper’s body to do with as he pleases / Oh!
Affirmative Auction
Writing in the Weekly Standard, Terry Eastland highlights what will become the latest statistical battleground in the war to frame the Affirmative Action debate. For some of you, this story may be old. But on the off chance you haven’t come across it, here you go. From “The Mismatch Game,” Jan 3-10: Affirmative Action emerged in the 1960s as a policy intended to help blacks. How, then, would institutions committed
Shannon Elizabeth comments on blogger ethics and recent revelations that “progressive” thinker Daily Kos was really only a paid shill for Howard Dean
Elizabeth: “Um, what’s a ‘blogger’…?”* **** update: “Say, you know what John Mellencamp once called my nipples…? ’Little Pink Houses.’ “Isn’t that so adorable?”
Islamists to dissenters: “All your online musings are belong to us”
From Charles Paul Freund, Reason, February 2005 Blogging promises its more ambitious practicioners a chance to influence multitudes. For some there may even be a measure of renown. But as they begin to reach audiences comparable to those of traditional journalists, bloggers are also finding that they face some of traditional journalist’s problems. Repressive governments figured out fairly quickly that weblogs could be as threatening as the conventional press. In
In which I reveal things about myself that no one needs to know / cares about
Zach Bennett interviewed me for his site, the reluctant werewolf. The resultant slag turns up here. Full disclosure: I thought I was applying for a housing loan.
9 most likely M. Night Shyamalan resolutions to the riddle, “Why did the chicken cross the road?”
He didn’t. It turns out it was all a dream. He saw dead chickens. Which, y’know, scared the shit out of him. To get to the other side. Only before he could make it, he was hit by a truck—filled with chickens! And how freakin’ spooky is that? Something to do with crop circles. Maybe because he thought he was like, invincible…?
Today’s ANNOUNCEMENT TO THE UNIVERSE
About time to bring back the Hustle, don’t you think…?
