Happy 60th birthday, Houston! This linkfest's for you:
• Ken Jennings and Bob Harris meet at last. No pudus were harmed in the making of this historic event.
• The Daily Intelligencer keeps digging that hole a little deeper. First they bitch about local West Village vendors wanting to declare a city block Little Britain, Then they get letters and issue a correction, then more letters and another correction is issued. Geez, why don't they just ask an actual Englishman, or his wife? This all amuses the heck out of me because the English seem to be notorious in NYC for disappearing into the background. Robin's never been able to find an enclave of fellow Brits around here.
• Christie Keith has pictures and interviews from the Human Rights Campaign gala in SanFran. Both George Takei and Lucy Lawless look lovely.
• Kate and Thorn have decided to collect people's "scare stories" about fatphobic medical practitioners for a new informational blog they're starting. My ob/gyn appointment has been moved from today to Thursday, when I'll be seeing a colleague of the doc I usually visit, and I'm hoping the colleague isn't fatphobic because I'm just not in the mood to deal with that when I'm in pain. Just, y'know, figure out what's wrong with me and save the "lose weight" preaching for someone who falls for that crap...
• Soy it ain't so, Susie! As with a lot of other articles of this ilk, the conclusion I drew was "everything in moderation." Going nuts with soy products is about as dumb as going nuts with any other food to the exclusion of others. Except sushi, of course.
• Speaking of food, looks like the Food Network's having a contest for a fifth Iron Chef. I hope Traci Des Jardins gets it, and that they rethink the show's opening and change it to reflect five people standing on their podia at the beginning.
• Ezra Klein concludes that, for the Wall Street Journal, newly bought by Rupert "everything he touches turns to shite" Murdoch, what goes around comes around: "It has been Journal gospel for decades that the market provides, and takeovers are healthy, and companies should not be protected from acquisition for reasons of sentimentalism and undue attachment to their old way of business. But it turns out that when it's their jobs, and their standards, and their home on the line, suddenly the will of the market might be getting it wrong in this one, little case. What would the national discourse on capitalism, competition, and globalization look like in this country were the elites who drive the conversation even minimally exposed to the ills they so often dismiss?" Perhaps we're about to find out.
• For John Rogers, the future ain't what it used to be. And I want to take this opportunity to say "You're welcome" to Robin as I know he won't be able to get that Steinman song out of his head now.
• Gee, I dunno, I think I'd be inclined to watch a bit of make-up sex between Michael Moore and Wolf Blitzer.
• Another good meta-post by Terrance about the political blog hierarchy.
• Lastly, this has been another edition of What Digby Said. Because she's the Digbyest!
Whew, caught up again! Who could have guessed?
• Ken Jennings and Bob Harris meet at last. No pudus were harmed in the making of this historic event.
• The Daily Intelligencer keeps digging that hole a little deeper. First they bitch about local West Village vendors wanting to declare a city block Little Britain, Then they get letters and issue a correction, then more letters and another correction is issued. Geez, why don't they just ask an actual Englishman, or his wife? This all amuses the heck out of me because the English seem to be notorious in NYC for disappearing into the background. Robin's never been able to find an enclave of fellow Brits around here.
• Christie Keith has pictures and interviews from the Human Rights Campaign gala in SanFran. Both George Takei and Lucy Lawless look lovely.
• Kate and Thorn have decided to collect people's "scare stories" about fatphobic medical practitioners for a new informational blog they're starting. My ob/gyn appointment has been moved from today to Thursday, when I'll be seeing a colleague of the doc I usually visit, and I'm hoping the colleague isn't fatphobic because I'm just not in the mood to deal with that when I'm in pain. Just, y'know, figure out what's wrong with me and save the "lose weight" preaching for someone who falls for that crap...
• Soy it ain't so, Susie! As with a lot of other articles of this ilk, the conclusion I drew was "everything in moderation." Going nuts with soy products is about as dumb as going nuts with any other food to the exclusion of others. Except sushi, of course.
• Speaking of food, looks like the Food Network's having a contest for a fifth Iron Chef. I hope Traci Des Jardins gets it, and that they rethink the show's opening and change it to reflect five people standing on their podia at the beginning.
• Ezra Klein concludes that, for the Wall Street Journal, newly bought by Rupert "everything he touches turns to shite" Murdoch, what goes around comes around: "It has been Journal gospel for decades that the market provides, and takeovers are healthy, and companies should not be protected from acquisition for reasons of sentimentalism and undue attachment to their old way of business. But it turns out that when it's their jobs, and their standards, and their home on the line, suddenly the will of the market might be getting it wrong in this one, little case. What would the national discourse on capitalism, competition, and globalization look like in this country were the elites who drive the conversation even minimally exposed to the ills they so often dismiss?" Perhaps we're about to find out.
• For John Rogers, the future ain't what it used to be. And I want to take this opportunity to say "You're welcome" to Robin as I know he won't be able to get that Steinman song out of his head now.
• Gee, I dunno, I think I'd be inclined to watch a bit of make-up sex between Michael Moore and Wolf Blitzer.
• Another good meta-post by Terrance about the political blog hierarchy.
• Lastly, this has been another edition of What Digby Said. Because she's the Digbyest!
Whew, caught up again! Who could have guessed?
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