tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36667582011-04-21T23:22:42.022-04:00Dead certainties, unwarranted speculations. [Hey, it's too beautiful a line not to rip off]Paulnoreply@blogger.comBlogger31100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3666758.post-795187172002-07-28T16:07:00.000-04:002002-07-29T14:45:24.000-04:00

Now that I've warmed to the task, let me just bite the hand that's hosting me and rip into one of Blogger's Blogs of Note. Curmudgeonry, written with all the pith and wit that inspired its title, is a mess. Omitting the celebrity gossip and childrearing tips (always old chestnuts of Mencken's), here's their latest edition item-by-item: John McCain's upcoming turn on Saturday Night Live demeans

Paulnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3666758.post-795127132002-07-28T12:15:00.000-04:002002-07-31T20:44:19.000-04:00

While waiting around, I've tucked in to my favorite journalistic train wreck these days, the New York Press Billboard. I first looked at the site while rubbernecking a spat involving JR Taylor, and he's been true to form in every little screed of his I've read. The game, as I understand it, goes something like this:1) Pick an undemanding bit--any undemanding bit--of mainstream performance or

Paulnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3666758.post-795041922002-07-28T03:41:00.000-04:002002-07-29T15:53:34.000-04:00

So, the name. Seipa is a tiny village in southeast Ecuador. From Cuenca head to Macas (itself a humble little burg, though it was built in grand colonial style in the long-since-abandoned hope that it would serve as a regional capital), then charter a bus to take you the three or four hours' drive along the only road heading east. At the road's end you will be treated to an invigorating view

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