Archive: July, 2007
But you watched The Tomorrow Show with Tom Snyder.
Burnt Weenie Way?
Niall Ferguson, a Harvard professor from across the pond, writes in the Sunday Telegraph that he's having to dig deeper in his pockets to taste the Philadelphia cheesesteak.
The historian, in a piece on population growth and food production, notes:
When you count yourself the sum of 11 counties, you can find lots to cheer about. The heart of the Phillies may have just broken, but Greater Philadelphia still can celebrate the region's latest rankings in Forbes, Money, US News & World Report and the Places Rated Almanac.
I'm still trying to figure out what's so hot about Horsham, having spent two years working in a faceless industrial park in that Athens of the norther suburbs.
It was great to see Will Bunch on national TV last night, affirming to hear Keith Olbermann describe the Daily News senior writer as author of a "superb online blog" and fascinating to hear Mr. Attytood poke holes in the connection between terror and cheese.
More curious was the revelation that in 1975, Olbermann was senior editor at the Hackley School newspaper in Tarrytown, N.Y. while Bunch was a cub reporter. At the end of his Countdown segment Olbermann ran a screen shot of an edition of that sheet in which both angry young men earned bylines.
Hackley School? Isn't that where Brooks Brothers and Ralph Lauren shoot some of their catalogues? Didn't Malcolm Forbes go there? George Hamilton? Next we'll learn Will lathers Grey Poupon on his pretzels.
Perez Hilton makes Blender's list of the 25 most powerful people in online music, so why would you want to click on?
Really, why read any music list that lauds the haircut formerly known as Mario Lavandeira? To get to the youngest man to make the cut - the Russian immigre named Alexander Volotkin, whose Hype Machine is a sort of pure heroin to those of us trying to do the right thing and resist downloading.
Guess who's the No. 1 Powergeek. Make that pOWERGEEK.
"It was like running through a cardboard box."
The Hit gets featured in a story on crushing tackles.
Every few months I try to call up a dead link on my list of "favorites," hoping to be surprised by some activity in a shuttered Web site. I'll play Rbally, to see if the music blogger's gone back to posting great shows from rock's golden ages.
And I'll drop by the Whiskey Bar, to see if the blogger named Billmon's ended his long drought to again show the way out of our current political troubles.
I wish I could report Billmon's return. (Or Rbally's for that matter.) We have to settle for second best: