Blog shutdown
: So many bloggers are taking time off about now, I think we should declare the official Blog Shutdown every July. France shuts down in August. We shut down in July. All in favor, say "aye" -- as soon as you return.
(Actually, this is just me trying to assuage my guilt for taking off a week and then paying too little attention to this, my digital mistress.)
Hey, Queenie
: Brit TV executive gooses the Queen.
F'ing flattery
: A colleague points me to this on F'd company:
Rumor has it FC's namesake, Fast Company, are totally redesigning their magazine with new layout and a new LOGO, starting with their September issue. I hear from a few people on the inside that their new logo looks almost identical to F...company's current logo, which, ironically, used to be a ripoff of Fast Company's logo (which they made me change...) maybe i'll send them a nasty letter.. har har. UPDATE: Here's an official mockup of their upcoming December, 2002 issue, with new logo & design.
So F'd Company mocked Fast Company's logo; Fast Company made them stop and redesign; F'd Company redesigned; now Fast Company is redesigning and copying the F'd Company logo. Got that?
If nothing else, this Internet thing is good for a laugh.
Andy, we hardly knew ye
: I'm not the only one. I confessed to fellow bloggers last night that I've pretty much stopped reading Andrew Sullivan and others nodded. Why? He's just so two-note.
WeBlog, You Blog, We All Blog...
: A free, preview chapter from WeBlog, the much-anticipated book from Meg Hourihan et al, is now online here.
Evil bike riders
: I admit it. I'm prejudiced. I'm a bike bigot. I hate bike riders.
Not kids on bike. Not dumpy guys in shorts on bikes. Not moms on bikes.
I can't stand the show-off dorks in their too-tight Spiderman outfits and padded codpieces who hog the road as if they think it was built for them.
I live in a hilly area with lots of trees and streets that used to be country roads (but they're busier now; my town is a suburb in rural drag). Bikers love it there. They invade in packs. They take over the roads. It's bad enough having to slow down to a crawl behind them, since they refuse to move to the right.
The other day, I was coming up a steep hill and coming my way were bikers taking over both lanes, heading straight for me. And they give me dirty looks as if I am taking up space on their road.
What frigging dorks they are. Dangerous. Deluded. Dorks in Spandex.
When I'm out running (hey, that's real exercise -- no wheels, no gears, no tailwinds, just sweat) I invariably run into bikers. I say, "Good morning," and give a little wave. They act as if they're concentrating too hard on setting the land-speed record to be able to be polite and say, "Hi," in return.
Rude dorks.
Rude impotent dorks in ugly Spiderman Spandex.
Phat
: Will Warren on doctors' confusion on fat:
Now I’ll order rafts of bacon
That I’d long ago forsaken
For to save my heart from achin’
Who knows when.
In the meat aisle I’ll be rangin’,
Carbs for fats I’ll be exchangin’,
‘Til the doctors’ minds are changin’
Once again.
Blog shutdown
: So many bloggers are taking time off about now, I think we should declare the official Blog Shutdown every July. France shuts down in August. We shut down in July. All in favor, say "aye" -- as soon as you return.
(Actually, this is just me trying to assuage my guilt for taking off a week and then paying too little attention to this, my digital mistress.)
Hey, Queenie
: Brit TV executive gooses the Queen.
F'ing flattery
: A colleague points me to this on F'd company:
Rumor has it FC's namesake, Fast Company, are totally redesigning their magazine with new layout and a new LOGO, starting with their September issue. I hear from a few people on the inside that their new logo looks almost identical to F...company's current logo, which, ironically, used to be a ripoff of Fast Company's logo (which they made me change...) maybe i'll send them a nasty letter.. har har. UPDATE: Here's an official mockup of their upcoming December, 2002 issue, with new logo & design.
So F'd Company mocked Fast Company's logo; Fast Company made them stop and redesign; F'd Company redesigned; now Fast Company is redesigning and copying the F'd Company logo. Got that?
If nothing else, this Internet thing is good for a laugh.
Andy, we hardly knew ye
: I'm not the only one. I confessed to fellow bloggers last night that I've pretty much stopped reading Andrew Sullivan and others nodded. Why? He's just so two-note.
WeBlog, You Blog, We All Blog...
: A free, preview chapter from WeBlog, the much-anticipated book from Meg Hourihan et al, is now online here.
Evil bike riders
: I admit it. I'm prejudiced. I'm a bike bigot. I hate bike riders.
Not kids on bike. Not dumpy guys in shorts on bikes. Not moms on bikes.
I can't stand the show-off dorks in their too-tight Spiderman outfits and padded codpieces who hog the road as if they think it was built for them.
I live in a hilly area with lots of trees and streets that used to be country roads (but they're busier now; my town is a suburb in rural drag). Bikers love it there. They invade in packs. They take over the roads. It's bad enough having to slow down to a crawl behind them, since they refuse to move to the right.
The other day, I was coming up a steep hill and coming my way were bikers taking over both lanes, heading straight for me. And they give me dirty looks as if I am taking up space on their road.
What frigging dorks they are. Dangerous. Deluded. Dorks in Spandex.
When I'm out running (hey, that's real exercise -- no wheels, no gears, no tailwinds, just sweat) I invariably run into bikers. I say, "Good morning," and give a little wave. They act as if they're concentrating too hard on setting the land-speed record to be able to be polite and say, "Hi," in return.
Rude dorks.
Rude impotent dorks in ugly Spiderman Spandex.
Phat
: Will Warren on doctors' confusion on fat:
Now I’ll order rafts of bacon
That I’d long ago forsaken
For to save my heart from achin’
Who knows when.
In the meat aisle I’ll be rangin’,
Carbs for fats I’ll be exchangin’,
‘Til the doctors’ minds are changin’
Once again.
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