Meanwhile, Sars at TomatoNation has lost her mind, though I’m in utter accord. (Wish she’d get back to the Ghost Monologues. Actually, I still wish I had written the ghost monologues. But that’s another thing.)
Lawrence Lessig’s going to have Howard Dean guest-blogging for a week; this ought to be good. Meanwhile, Dan Gillmor’s got a fine RFID-related column up this week, though he may have gotten caught on the hop by Wal-Mart’s news.
Listening to “Lose Yourself” and thinking: They probably gave Eminem that Oscar just to fuck with his head, but it really was the best original song for last year’s movie crop. I’d give a couple of toes and Barbra Streisand’s scalp to have seen Mathers’ reaction when they opened that envelope.
What passes for scandal in the current ‘hood…
Oh, man, Zevon Zevon Zevon Zevon. And Ol’ Dirty’s gone and changed his name again. Could this be the perfect news item?
Yeah. Just… yeah. In fact, it may be soft-pedaling the situation. (But do hang in there for the quote near the end; I was personally floored and nodding.)