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Yes, I am still alive. I can't remember when I had something really profound to say. I just realized that if I don't write something soon, this blog has a really good chance of just dying a slow, unnoticed death.

With roots in the Tennessean's newsroom, Chíchí & Flaco launched a culture-loving clothing line for "Latinos and Latinos-at-heart" of all ages:

¡Hola!

A great article in the New York Times yesterday on the difficulties traditional advertisers are having with figuring out how and where they fit into the Great Social Media Experiment.

The hams from Early’s arrived today at the Deuce. The boxes you see to the right are filled with the spiral sliced sugar cured hams. That’s the one I chose for my family. Some co-workers got whole hams, turkeys or ribs.
The station does this every year, but this year is a little more humbling [...]

I just can’t decide if The Mentalist is the worst new show this season or the best.

I’m also of the opinion that I should be able to kick the Butcher for giving me this cold.  And I would, except that, even knowing how bad it is, I’m that jerk who goes to work anyway.  And I certainly don’t want my co-workers kicking me.

So, I've been asked to list seven weird things about me. Can I just wimp out and say that, after much thought and consideration, I've come to the conclusion that there are absolutely no weird things about me? No? Okay.

I hear this a lot from co-workers and other acquaintances: “The news is just so depressing these days — I hardly ever watch it or read the papers.” It is easy to see where they are coming from with the recent acknowledgment that the United States has been in a recession since last December.

Everyone in my department has been given notice that they need to physically be in the office tomorrow.

They have to tell people these things in person, you see.