War of the WWWs
The chances of anything coming from blogs are a million to one, but still they come...
Why Hemingway is chick-lit. (11pm: Finished Death in the Afternoon—vg. Thinking of taking a mini-break to Madrid.)
Ze Frank, funny guy. Ze Frank, serious guy.
Bill’s calmer thoughts (than mine) on Monday’s anniversary.
“It is really ideas which are being censored. It always is.”
Why the iPod is losing its cool. Just as I’ve finished ripping all my CDs. Guess I’ll have to settle for usefulness.
That Mitchell and Webb Interview [waves to James] and That Mitchell and Webb Log. That Mitchell and Webb premiere is tomorrow night. That means I have 24 hours to buy a TV. (That’s not very likely.)
Tonje is looking for expat bloggers for a research project on the narration of identity. If you’re one, you might like to point her to some relevant posts in your archives.
If you’ve been obsessively reloading my MySpace page you’ll already know this, but a new animal poem video went up last night. Many thanks to Degan for permission to use her great photos.