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I’m all up in this Facebook thing, right? Every week, I’m running across yet another kid that i remember little details about that they don’t even remember themselves.  It’s a fun way to waste time.

So, when last we spoke, I was reading about and looking at antique Spanish pornography and lamenting that no matter how cool it might seem, work is work.

I couldn't go to the Obama rally that drew 100,000 people here in St. Louis yesterday because I'm still inflicted with "the plague", as one of my classmates referred to it, and I didn't think that standing outside in the cold for six hours would be helpful (you know, you would think, after four years in Ithaca, the threshold for what I consider to be cold would be a little higher.

Ken Whitehouse shares a funny from a speech by John McCain’s brother, Joe:

The same thing happens every summer in the cookbook business: the workload ramps up to unbearable at just the moment we’re supposed to leave town for a week of vacation. So to the hard-working members of the cookbook committee of Service League of Urbanopolis: I’m going because it’s time to go.

Returning to a BlogHer-free life in which I'm not being introduced to some guy who takes pictures of Silicon Valley bigwigs naked in the desert (surely I heard that wrong), random people are not running up to me and reciting random portions of my blog by heart, and I'm not bei

A lot of people want to pretend that racial discrimination is ancient history. It’s not:

John Jordan, a 40-year-old, black Milwaukee man, was invited by a friend to head down to the east side to Decibel and its Deep Bar Vodka Lounge.

From Andrew Malcom: