Here's the thing one loves about Salon: You can drop by to find an essay on Bjork that's not only so perfect you retroactively yearn to read it but so insightful it helps you to reorganize some thinking on a project of your own. And yet you're just one click away from proof that the smug, dense, and incompetent also have a regular place at their table. (Note to AT: Of course you know who it is. What we still don't know is how the girl manages to file all that copy in crayon.) Life in all its variety.