April 29, 2004
web round-up: hang on to your ego edition | alex
Well, as promised it's been a slow week here at two-twenty. Surprisingly, on not a single occasion was my lack of diligence due to a soul-crushing hangover. More like soul-draining busy-ness. Can't decide which is worse. Please enjoy a short olio of orts:
• Gary Benchley, Rock Star, sticks a shiv into the soft underbelly of the blogerati over at The Morning News. This whole series has been too funny... if you haven't yet, go read it now.
• Two beautiful typos I noted recently, only one of which I got a screenshot of (which screenshot does you little good as I do not possess the necessary technical skills to transform it into an image I can post here): first, on Monday morning Netscape Network's "The Whisperer" gossip column posted this item about moving Curt Cobain's remains. Er, Kurt Cobain, that is. I can just see the eager-beaver intern over there, trying to convince her editor that this story was so timely that they couldn't wait for fact checking, and that she was so sure about it anyway ("Curt Cobain!? Of the seminal trailer-rock band Paradise!? From Vancouver? Are you kidding-- I wrote a poem about him in high school!" [apologies to lindsayism]) that she could guaran-effing-tee she was right on all counts. Hm. Should have picked up the prior week's print edition of Rolling Stone, I guess. Second, on the AIM.com Morning pop-up screen yesterday the following headline was posted: "White Power Found in Bill Clinton's Mail". In Harlem!? Damn.
• I wrote a review for The Black List this week, about how badly the Au Bon Pain self-serve coffee bar is organized. It's almost like a bizarre experiment engineered to make you bump into people and say"excuse me" (or not) a lot at an hour of the morning when that sounds less appealing than being tied up in a bag full of rats and dumped unceremoniously into that snake pit Indy had to navigate in Raiders of the Lost Ark. Anyway, yesterday I went into the Au Bon Pain across the street from work and the coffee bar had been rearranged. It was not really better, but it was different. Coincidence...? Incidentally, if you are curious I also wrote one about C. Love's breasts a few weeks ago. It can be found here.
That's all.
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