They Win the Prize for the Best Blog Name. The L.A. Times dubs its new George W. blog "Countdown to Crawford--The Last Days of the Bush Administration." That's inspired.
Good for Congress. This would be a fitting tribute to the ignorant frat boy from Crawford, a parting statement from the other branch of government that he was wrong about everything, but that in time, we'll get over the damage he and his gang of tough guys has done. That includes the environment.
Speaking of the Environment...Did we really need the gratuitous political slap at Al Gore at the end of the movie review, Clint? By all accounts the PD's Clint O'Connor is a good guy. A former radio DJ, he spent a stint many years ago editing the now-defunct Sunday PD Magazine, and doing a good job of it. So why, we ask, does he have to end a mini-review of a forgettable movie with this kind of childish, peevish slap at Gore? Go figure. We'd love to hear your side, Clint, either publicly or privately...
Blogger Mix Tracks Overall Population. One used to hear quite a bit of hand-wringing in some quarters about the fact--or at least the assertion--that blogging was a shamefully lilly-white pursuit. It always struck me as absurd in the extreme. If black folks or anyone else wanted to blog, then they'd begin doing so. If not, not. No one is stopping anyone from doing it. Anyway, this new study says the racial and ethnic composition of the population of adult bloggers in the U.S. pretty closely tracks the population as a whole. So that debate is put to rest. Well, maybe. Perhaps we'll now witness pitched arguments about the racial composition of those bloggers aged 16-18. Here's hoping not.
Go See Budin's Band This Weekend. He's the hipster in the nice purple shirt with the guitar, second from the right. They'll be playing twice on Sunday at Cain Park. He's equal parts a good guy, good musician and good writer. The former editor of both Cleveland Mag and Northern Ohio Live, he's now reverted to the itinerant life he first led as a young guy, proudly moving to a new place in Cleveland Heights approximately annually (he'll tell you all about it if you ask him). But as I try to remind him every chance I get, his real lasting fame has nothing to do with any of this. Rather, it lies in the fact that he has a sandwich named after him at the immortal Tommy's restaurant in Coventry. We think that's an almost theological level of immortality.