I swept and brushed and swabbed and whacked and toiled and missed that one corner while Jane stood on the other side of the screen door, rattling it and gushing snot, suggesting "Out! Out! Out!" alternating with an occasional "Cheese?" And now the porch is merely ramshackle and dusty (except for that corner) rather than shameful and haunted.
Friend of Hello, TypePad Anil Dash remembers Aaliyah. The Nervous Cook enjoys mail-order banana cake. MyBlockNYC's video of the week feature at Paper has been a lot of fun. Mary Beard has been searching for the classical Roman site of Gaddafi's home town of Sirte. I enjoyed this lukewarm review of God in a Cup at Serious Eats. Books about obsession are generally less interesting the older you get. Four or five years ago I would have been all over that book!
ESPN made a white Michael Vick. So much going on here, but I don't have the time or space to really think about it. The Madden-style rendering is a surprise - wouldn't a photograph (certainly there are plenty available) have more to say? The consensus among my friends was that the entire article was unnecessary, but ESPN (and other news outlets) have invested so much money and time into the narrative of Vick's return that this kind of crap was unavoidable. The author (Touré) claimed he didn't like the packaging of the article, but what did he really expect? Vick's rise was an authentic and exciting story, one the media and the NFL were completely unprepared for, the kind of story and sports fans live for. The packaging and repackaging and retelling and retelling and retelling is wearisome. Will Leith's GQ article about Vick was thoughtful.
MarsEdit gets better all the time. I'm also back using BBEdit now (superior Lion support, some muscle memory remains), and those are the longest-tenured two pieces of software in my starting lineup (bash, perl, vi, etc. don't count).