Category: Bits and Pieces

Mark Steyn writes the ultimate piece about Barack Obama’s boring inauguration and that ephemeral charm that only his followers can love.  If you haven’t read Steyn this morning, YOU MUST!

Before children, I was very skinny — and cold a lot of the time.  Post children, I gained a few pounds, something I found hard to reconcile with my lifelong self image, but I did enjoy the unexpected benefit of being warm for the first time. Now I’ve got the

Sorry for the blog silence this morning.  The day got off to a horrific start when I received a politely-phrased “What the Hell happened?” email from a client.  What happened was partially my fault (big time) and partially not my fault at all.  Fortunately, the client (who happens to be

I loved this, from Best of the Web: Think Locally, Act Globally From the New York Times: The local food movement has been all about buying seasonal food from nearby farmers. Now, thanks to the Web, it is expanding to include far-away farmers too. A new start-up, Foodzie, is an

I’m listening to Obama’s speech.  Yes, he doesn’t have a Texas accent, which delights the coastal elites.  Otherwise, it’s a fairly standard speech, promising all things to all people:  we’ll have incredibly strong national security, except we promise not to hurt the bad guys; we won’t rely on government to

The great orator flubbed the oath. (By the way, another famous flubbing was Princess Di, when she bungled her husband’s name.  Look how that marriage turned out.) UPDATE:  LGF says Roberts screwed up.  I knew that the oath turned into “who’s on first” about halfway through, with confusion issuing from

I’m watching the news right now.  The crowds are amazing.  I wonder if I’m the only one watching who feels a certain amount of dismay at the fact that the reason people are so celebratory (and really the only reason the man was elected) is the color of his skin

For those who followed him, I’m very sorry to say that fairly good authority reports that Bill Faith, who blogged at Bill’s Bites and Old War Dogs, passed away.  I’m hoping that, as with Mark Twain, reports of Bill’s death have been greatly exaggerated, but he was in ill health,

My Sister Eileen could have been a good movie, but it isn’t.  However, it does have one marvelous dance scene with Bob Fosse and Tommy Rall, a dance few see because it’s buried in a bad movie. [youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fBBoQxLQ9Rk[/youtube]

Several years ago, I read one of Natan Sharansky’s books in which he described his life as a refusenik in the former Soviet Union.  One of the points he made that struck me with incredible force was the way in which citizens in totalitarian regimes develop an internal life entirely

Do you remember how, before the election, I blogged about the fact that I had a very rare sighting in Marin:  a car with a conservative bumper sticker?  My post was short, so I’ll reprint it here: I saw something rare today:  a car that not only had a discrete