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Experiment

I’m going to try a new link blog format… Instead of having it automatically post every night I’m going to leave this window open and toss random stuff in here during the day. This way I can write more little bits during the day instead of having to get my mind together enough to write something long, or limiting myself to the set layout of the link blogs.

No matter how bad your job is, it could be worse.

digby:

Please, please spare me the crocodile tears about leftist incivility. We are living in a political world formed by rightwing commentators who have made a fetish of harsh eliminationist rhetoric hammered over and over again into the ether until it sounds like normal discourse. And we’ve been waiting for more than a decade for the mainstream media to notice that rightwing celebrity pundits, who reach millions upon millions of listeners and viewers a day, routinely accuse liberals of treason and celebrate our deaths. It’s made us a little bit testy. When important news outlets like the Washington Post see “leftist incivility” as a topic worthy of the rending of garments and gnashing of teeth it makes us wonder if they are even living in the same universe we do.

via kos

Me and Noah trade im’s back and forth through most of the day and we’ve tried in vain to come up with conventions for threading IM messages. Usually its (second thread) for me, but I forget sometimes. No real reason to tell you that, but I was looking for something in our chat log and the conversations are just about unreadable because of the cross messaging.

Speaking of Noah: He had a great idea i’m stealing. Tagging things later on del.icio.us and then subscribing to that feed so if you ever need something to kill a few minutes on the internet your feed reader has a whole set. I’m going to start doing that.

I owned some really bad albums in the mid 90’s. I’m going through and ripping them all and listening to them and wow. It’s pretty painful sometimes. The worst culprits are compilations. It seems like 1995 saw every semi successful rapper putting everybody he’d ever known on a record and pedaling it to the masses. I’m ashamed to say I bought far too many of them.

Note: I had this sitting in my browser all day and then that browser crashed mid afternoon. I forgot about this until I was looking at the admin page and realized I saved it. So this is only half as interesting as it could be.