My Earthlink news feed’s top five stories under Politics: Florida GOP Picks Replacement for Foley Analysis: Foley Shadows GOP Election Hastert Defends Handling of Page Scandal Candidates Give Foley Contributions Away Ex-Rep. Foley Checks Into Alcohol Rehab Doesn’t need much comment, I figure.

So that post I promised last week on The Trouble With Diversity?  Well, it’ll appear, just not here.  And, quite possibly, not by me.  But many other smart people will be participating in The Valve‘s book event on it, and you’re more than welcome to stop on by.[1] If you’re interested in reading more about one of Jeff’s favorite thinkers, I’ve provided a bibliography of online resources.  Unfortunately, some of

I can figure out from the context what “harpoon” means, but this song is the only time I’ve heard that instrument called that. Note: The song came out in the sixties, 1970 at the latest.  Thanks to McGehee for telling me how to post the ghosted answer, which is below. “Me and Bobbie McGee,” sung by Janis Joplin. see here for an explanation of the category

I had intended to follow up a prior installment with some Friday night videoblogging.  But there was no Friday night at PW and—with any luck—we guests will be kicked out of the captain’s chair by next Friday.  So here are some more video moments I’ve come across in the course of my regular web gig at Claude Pate. The Fab Four:  There’s plenty that has been yanked from YouTube, but

With Jeff to come back soon, us guest bloggers have little time left to blog here on PW. I want to say congratulations to Jeff on his new digs and a thanks also for letting us trash the place while he was away (will we get our deposit back?). Sadly I haven’t been able to blog as much as I had hoped to, my paying job keeps getting in the

Some things in Europe never change. My family lived in France for four years in the 50’s, and after we returned to the States, my mom would regale her friends with tales of French guys relieving themselves by the side of the road. “They don’t even try to hide it, you know.” After spending two weeks in Italy, I can report that European men still relieve themselves by the side

Last weekend, most of the guest posters were over at Jeff’s old place, drinking way to much and bemoaning the fact that they had to leave soon.  I tried to point out that moving takes days to weeks to fully accomplish, and that Jeff still has that screenplay to write, and that we still haven’t driven the site stats completely into the gutter, not through lack of trying, mind you,

Some have have been complaining recently of the use of the phrase ‘clash of civilizations’ as if the idea were somehow irrationally alarmist and wholly without merit. Over the last few days, however, an intriguing combination of articles has appeared online which suggests–to me, at least–the broader dimensions of radical Islam. It’s even more frightening than I had imagined. To start, an article by Jonathan Last in the Philiadelphia Inquirer

So I go away for a few days, and when I come home, I find that somebody’s urinated into the fuse box, causing all the light bulbs to pop in the sockets, their thin glass misting into heavy, glittering air before settling on the floor like a dusting of frosted and razor sharp erstwhile 40-100 watt snow. Not only that, but I see that somebody found my hidden cache of

…when she said i was done torturing and oppressing the proteins. I have another thing to say…. In this post, The Reformist Dilemma and Neo-Imperialism, Eteraz suggests Condi wants to redraw the borders in MENA. Birth pangs, anyone? What did Rice mean by the new Middle East? The above map reveals. A new Shia state where Iraq used to be, a new Kurdistan, in Pakistan a Free Baluchistan, these are