The One True b!X’s PORTLAND COMMUNIQUE is the current incarnation of b!X’s weblog, which for the past year and change has been a gem of local content, obsessively chronicling the minuta of Portland politics. On Monday, the Daily Oregonian profiled b!X and his pioneering experiment in for-real blog journalism.
I have kept an eye on b!X’s doings since about the time I started this site, just over two years ago. He was the first person to notice the IOCNM link in the right column, as I recall.
KerryRocks.com offers audio of Democratic nominee John Kerry’s prep-school rock band, The Electras.
Interesting choice of name: ‘elect’ + ‘rah.’ Don’t let’s miss the classical overtones, though.
As I post this, the image you see to the right is featured on the NYT homepage in the context of a story on Condoleezza Rice agreeing to appear in public under oath in front of the 9/11 panel.
The image is clearly the Holy Grail of ‘halo’ pix. Note Governor Kean’s wing, as well. Curious, having seen this particular stunt noted in the context of GWB photo-ops, I poked around to see what I could find, and as best I can make it out, sometime after the blog-meme pointing out GWB halos emerged, photogs started actively seeking to frame pix of not only GWB and Ashcroft with the ring around the head, but pretty much anyone in politics.
Clearly, the ‘Halo Watch’ website is in order. Let’s see… Ideally, the site should allow uploading of the photo; the submitter should provide the linksource, wire service, and preferably both the photoeditor that made the selection and the shooter of the image as well. Obviously it’d need to be searchable by subject name as well as the above fields.
Sounds like a custom Gallery implementation. Any takers?
As the Apple Turns picks up a tip from Frankie and runs with it. There is a casket involved.
Metafilter gets a y2karluation a couple days ago on Jean Sheperd, the father of a certain kind of spoken-word radio that I adore. y2karl’s usual thoroughness makes this a must-link.
Mandolin Cafe offers this fine learning aid. Greg, this is what we need, I think.
Painter (Fine Artist) / Gambler
Excerpts:
POSITION OPEN UNTIL FILLED
JOB DESCRIPTION:
We are looking for a Painter (Fine Artist) / Gambler who could win a small sum in a casino, rent out a villa, stock it with food & drink, and invite a lot of people to come and live there.…
EDUCATION AND BACKGROUND:
…
* Proven capacity to drift aimlessly, nihilistically through the nightmare of life. Typical outsider, drifter, a loner with asthma, whose frequent changes of address prevented you from participating in either normal school curriculum or sporting pursuits – yet fully capable of teaching at the college of university level if the occasion permitted it. Former experience in interior and furniture design A + .
Now that’s a job.
Of interest to locals, Anita pointed out that the amusing John Moe has a blog, Monkey Disaster. She was on his new show, which is called The Works. I like the show and think it’s very interesting, but unfortunately it runs in a bad time slot for me, 8pm Tuesdays. It reflects Moe’s amusing on-air persona, and while my off the cuff description ‘This American Life does a business show’ is incomplete and a bit too extreme (or even inaccurate – it’s an interview-based format, not elaborately produced), you get the idea. Maybe somewhere triangulated by The Onion, The Stranger, TAL. I sure like it better than Day to Day.
Oh, and speaking of public radio, see ya, Bob. Bummer about the pink slip. My God, how long has it been? November, 1979?
I was thirteen. It was the winter after the worst midwestern blizzard of all time. I have no recollection of the morning mix before Morning Edition – probably light classical mixed with weather and five-minute hourly news blips. I recall during the winter 1978 a sense that there should be more news in the morning – there simply wasn’t time to read any national events after all the school closings. I guess we must have listened to the commercial stations as well – a quick peek at the charts for ’78 reassures me there’s a reason for my lack of recall.
The snow eventually drifted up over our garage door, making it impossible to get the cars out. Dad sent me up on the roof to argue with Cold Miser [large .wav file from here.], his reasoning being that I was lighter and could get some of the snow off to start attacking the drift. I recall being unhappy at the prospect instead of sensibly sledding down the drift. I don’t recall if I ever actually made it to the roof.
Anyway, Morning Edition came as a giant anxiety reliever, specifically addressing the information flow problem I had experienced during the awful winter before. Life won’t be the same without ya, Bob.
The Rasterbator: make it bigger – much, much bigger.
SFW, I sweauh ta gawd.
No, really, read Chomsky. On his blog.
I have no idea if his title is a reference to the film, as my title here is, or perhaps to King Canute, or to a more obvious source.
[via MoFi. Good monkey! Have a banana.]