I urge all of you except my family members to read this piece of humor.
I shall unveil it live, using puppetry, to you family members at the family reunion this weekend, so do not spoil the surprise.
(As seen on Right We Are.)
To be able to say "Noggle," you first must be able to say "Nah."
I urge all of you except my family members to read this piece of humor.
I shall unveil it live, using puppetry, to you family members at the family reunion this weekend, so do not spoil the surprise.
(As seen on Right We Are.)
Although I might be the last blogger to link to it, Bill Whittle’s essay “Trinity” describes the three principles that make America great.
It’s long, but it’s not Galt’s Speech long.
Paranoia is never unjustified, only yet unproven as true.
In today’s The Bleat, James Lileks admits:
I’ve lost a few pounds this summer, mostly because I cut out beer, and a few hours of grunting and strewing couldn’t hurt. [Emphasis mine.]
Lileks is too proud to admit it, but he might have cut out beer because Mrs. Lileks has lost her job, and good beer, such as Guinness Draught, costs almost an hour’s worth of “living wage” per six pack. Although a “Work Ten Minutes, Get A Beer” salary program sounds good to me, come to think of it.
Quick, someone set up a beer fund to help keep Mr. Lileks in the choicest of beers, and hurry, before he becomes emaciated.
Good morning, and happy Independence Day to you all. I won’t say Happy Fourth of July because it’s not the date stamp that’s important today, it’s that it’s the day upon which our forefathers declared independence from a monarchy.
Some other bloggers have written some well thought-out tributes to the nation, so I’ll link to them in lieu of writing my own.
(Off topic rhetorical question: Were the years between the Revolutionary War and the Constitution a quagmire?)
So breeze through these while you’re having your morning coffee, but don’t spend your whole day on it; instead, I insistyou celebrate the day, the country, and your families and friends.
As you can see, I have redone my blog blue, blue, and more blue. All the more to emulate Andrew Sullivan.
As an added bonus to the new colors, we have server-side processing problems, which leads to things like throwing a posting under yesterday’s dateline and occasionally throwing in a server-side tag. I’ll get around to getting around those things one of these nights.
Tim Blair is crediting me with the idea of the Jake Ryan Beer Fund.
I had no idea I was so influential.
I’m also a contributor, too, so I recommend you stop by Tim’s site, see what the fund’s about, and contribute.
Brian’s plog–paper log, aka “journal” (because boys don’t keep diaries)–entry for January 5, 1989:
I just heard on the radio that it’s two weeks until Reagan leaves office. I have been an admirer of his and true to Dean (Theologian’s) [a BBS friend, you damn Internet era whippersnappers] prediction, I have a Reagan-[George H.W.] Bush picture over my mirror. I sincerely hope Bush can handle the country, especially with the new Libyan pressures–the two jets downed yesterday and all [story].
I wrote my secret pal yesterday & she ought to get it today. That’s only my third for the year. The Honor Society Hit Squad oughta get me.
Up to 50 degrees today! Gawd! It’s only January! We need some snow for snowdays.
Th-th-th-th-that’s all, folks!
Yessir, I am easily influenced by what I read, and the Henry Reed series of books (read much earlier than my junior year in high school, thank you very much–as I recall, my tastes around then were fairly heavy into mystery, as my essay “Meeting Robert B. Parker” attests). I started journaling several times in high school, and this particular stretch (my junior year) captures some political thoughts. The remainder is daily life in high school.
Which is why I appreciated my visit to Jared Myers’ PolitiBlog. It’s got a conservative political bent, but exposed in the life of a high school student. It’s the journal entries I would write today, were I short of a score of years.
Oh, yeah, and Wednesday is Hot Conservative Chick Day.
Except he’s forgotten the hot Libertarian-esque babes Heather, Rachel Lucas, and Virginia Postrel. Or maybe he just hasn’t gotten to them yet.
(Link seen on InstaPundit.)
Go over to IMAO right now and vote for my slogan entry. If I win the tee-shirt, Heather will get it and will model it in a tasteful and suitably tasty manner. So you see, it’s not for me, it’s for Heather. All for Heather.
Hello, everyone. By regular blogging schedule, of course I meant as much blogging as I would regularly do were I to repaint my home office, which means disconnecting all computer equipment, moving all furniture, and covering the remainder with plastic sheeting and/or blue paint.
Maybe when I go back to work next week and can get used to coming home tired and unambitious, I can get back to my regular ranting. Until then….
Ah, after a much needed vacation (from the Spanish for vaca tiempo, literally “cow time”), the beautiful wife and I have returned from three days in Chicago. You’ll certainly be hearing about it.
At any rate, we should get back to a regular blogging schedule soon.
Looks like I am not the only blogger who’s shopping a book and who links incessantly to his wife. This pseudopsalms fellow does the same.
Why is my blog returning an empty html document this morning?
Steven Den Beste has elaborately posted about the meaning of his blogroll. You know, the list of links running down one side of the Web log page, much like that weird, currently-styled-with-checkboxes thing you see to the left. Den Beste describes his philosophy of his blog roll: he links to things he likes, his friends, and some start-up blogs he likes. That is to say, he puts thought into his list of recommended sites and does not just tat-for-tit exchange links to play link farm for people who reciprocate. He reads, vets, and really recommends the sites he lists. In short, he’s an elitist.
Hey, I know the feeling. It reminds me of a time when I was young, back in 1994, when I tried to start a little literary magazine (a little literary magazine is redundant, I know). Yes, the St. Louis Artesian. I’d started magazines in high school (Pen and Palette and in college (The Scream), so when I got out and wanted a handy dream, I seized upon it. So I gave it a go. No advertising? No problem. Labor of love, you see. No content? Uh oh.
I couldn’t get quality content. I said early I would never publish my own short stories or poetry since I wasn’t doing it as a vanity thing, and remember Brian J = quality (and scientists are now working on a new theory to prove that Brian J. >= quality). So I hit the coffeeshouses looking for the slam poets, contacted local universities for creative writing students, posted on the fledgling Internet, and sent press releases to every peer literary magazine, local paper, and media outlet I could imagine. And when the manuscripts started trickling in, they were bad.
I didn’t expect a thick magazine to start, but I had to stretch to find poetry or short fiction I would publish. I found myself writing feature articles and publishing my assistant editor’s sheet music to fill enough pages to call myself a magazine. I mean, I found some real quality material that I was thrilled to publish, but it wasn’t much. (Speaking of which, I googled my old magazine name to see if they had its home page cached, oh-but no, but check it out: one of the poets published in it has the Artesian on his C.V.).
An art editor, who had visions of the Artesian as a photocopied underground Goth zine, brouight in some submissions in his vision, but it wasn’t where I wanted to go, so he went. It was my dime, (or $400 every two months, almost fifty percent of what the real world paid my English-degreed self), my effort, and my name on the masthead, so I was not going to put in mulch just to fill in the flower garden and hope something came up. After a year and a half, I gave it up.
So I understand where Den Beste’s coming from, although I imagine copious numbers of blogger courtiers don’t.
Rest assured, when you click a link over there to the left, I do go to the sites listed as frequently as I say, and I shape my ideas with them. They are Brian-approved, and not just a underground-economy equivalent of a “Ad Space Swap Booked As Revenue” scam.
Overlawyered.com has acknowledged the contribution I made when I told them about the bad hairday that netted the sufferer $6,000.
Granted, it’s not a link, but it’s nice to be appreciated, even at the cut rate without-the-J way.
Looks like Pyroogle has fixed the archives somewhat. I am working to get them fixed up so new readers can see what I have been right about all along. And maybe someday–dare I even whisper it–permalinks?
In my defense, life with me is not as surreal as it’s presented.
Thank you, that is croissant.