No, seriously.  Look → A peanut butter cup dipped in raw honey?  Oh yes he did, too!  And now he’s going to prance shoeless across his front lawn.  As in, without shoes. The whimsy—it’s overtaken me.  I blame the blasphemy of spring. **** update:  And the found art of a month-old Thai stick, too.  So long as I’m footnoting things.

me: “…and of course, when Stanley Fish notes that ‘every decoding is another encoding,’ he’s really only saying that whenever we interpret, we are essentially summarizing or paraphrasing the original signs presented us—hopefully to the point where we are interpreting the intentions of the utterer in a useful way.” steamed beef dumpling: me: “…though this is clearly not always the case.” steamed beef dumpling: me: steamed beef dumpling: me: steamed

Bloomberg: Iraq’s National Assembly today named Kurdish leader Jalal Talabani as the country’s first democratically elected president in more than 50 years, breaking a two-month deadlock on forming a new government. The appointment resolves differences over power sharing between the United Iraqi Alliance, which won the most seats in the Jan. 30 vote, and the second-placed Kurdish Alliance. Shiite Interim Finance Minister Adel Abdel Mahdi and former Sunni President Sheik

Unfortunately, the show hit a hard break, so we’ll never know for sure what that other way might have been —though if I had to guess, I suspect it would have involved having Hillary Duff strap on a Semtex vest and pose for pictures with a smiling Baghdad Bob and a battalion of Fedayeen Saddam from the turret of an Iraqi tank.  Then, Americans would have seen the softer, more

From the San Francisco Chronicle‘s David Kipen: Saul Bellow, the 1976 Nobel Prize-winning Canadian-born writer whose groundbreaking 1953 novel “The Adventures of Augie March” helped craft the template for half a century of first-generation American fiction, died Tuesday in his home in Brookline, Mass. He was 89. “The backbone of 20th-century American literature has been provided by two novelists—William Faulkner and Saul Bellow,” Philip Roth said Tuesday. “Together they are

Billy Joel:  “Do you remember those days hanging out at the village green?  Engineer boots, leather jackets, and tight blue jeans.  Drop a dime in the box, play a song about New Orleans.  Cold beer, hot lights, my sweet romantic teenage nights –” Former supermodel Christie Brinkley: “– Um, no. I was like 8 at the time, remember?  And living in LA.  Christ, how much have you had to drink,

Confederate Yankee, writing on the Border War, makes this interesting observation: In 2004, the equivilent of 160 12,500 military divisions simply walked northward across the U.S.-Mexican border to disappear into our country’s interior. Opposing them is an apathetic federal government, a complicit media, an overworked Border Patrol, and now, the militia the Constitution intended. Meanwhile, Barry Schweid for myway news is reporting that the U.S. will tighten border controls by

Last week on The CITIZEN JOURNALIST Report, I challenged leftwing heavyweight and Media Matters gopher Oliver Willis to come on the show and question LGF’s Charles Johnson about Charles’ alleged “hate site”—a favorite posting theme of Ollie’s.  Today, we’ll find out if he has the balls. And by “balls,” I mean something approximating “courage” or “fortitude.” Not those little corn puffs dusted with powdered cheese product. **** update:  No word