Archive: September, 2006
Tom Durso at Shallow Center hung up the spikes in mid-summer, with a new baby, a new job and general blog exhaustion making the whole Phlogging thing feel old. He hadn't written about baseball since Aug. 4th.
Back then it was folly to think the Phils would be in the hunt when summer turned to fall.
Durso's can't believe he's back. In his first post in a month and a half, he writes:
Let's start off this Eagles recap with the view from the left coast of the blogosphere:
For the first time this year, the 49ers were out-schemed. The Eagles began by using the 49ers' defensive aggressiveness against them.
Little Steven Van Zandt described the cottage industry he's built out of the Underground Garage in a speech he gave to industry types a year ago:
What appeals more to kids, Gene Vincent's black leather attitude, Eddie Cochran's teenage frustration, Little Richard's cry of liberation, and Dion's total Soprano's coolness - or the Eagles? You want wild? Put together the Sex Pistols, Audioslave, and the Wu-Tang Clan - they aren't as wild as Jerry Lee Lewis in his prime.
What he was talking about was the stuff of his syndicated radio show, then a whole channel at Sirius Satellite Radio, as well as an annual festival in New York, dedicated to that raw mix of rockabilly, doo-wop, psychedelia and punk, curated by Van Zandt, best known as Bruce Springsteen's bandanna-wearing guitarist and the wig-wearing Silvio from HBO's "The Sopranos."
Paris Hilton is about to be embarrassed, the San Francisco Chronicle's blog asserts, by a new TV show that airs police tapes in which the hotel heiress, interviewed in connection with a robbery, concedes she's "not that smart."
Don't buy it.
Instead, read "Why Paris Hilton is Famous (Or Understanding Value In a Post-Madonna World).
Buzz from blogville:
Philafoodie is still dyspeptic about one Old City restaurant that adds a 20 percent automatically on each check. Causing further indigestion was the waiter's failure to present the bill again, when it was time to sign the credit card slip. Which could have meant a tip to retire on.
Johnny Goodtimes, imagining a baseball post-season that involves the Phillies, is already eyeing The Fish warily.
Next to me, Tom Goodman, author of the Swing and a Miss blog, says without affect, "Utley has fallen below .300."
And then, on cue, it happens. With one sure swing, Utley rockets one into the right-field seats, putting the Phillies ahead of the Cubs 5 - 1.
After Jay Leno and staff showed some of their favorite YouTube videos on his show, Mick Bianchi, a fan of the home-made video site, made this tribute to the boys, girls and 79-year-old British widower of YouTube.
It's longish - just under 10 minutes - but sorta sweet, as normal folks (and not actors playing normal folks) peacock for the camera, explore their late-night worries, shave their heads, kiss, stretch their moments of fame. (The lingering kiss and one brief underpants dance are a little unsafe for work.)
Why not have your phone scream for you?
Bruce Schneier, a tech security blogger, writes of Synchronica, a mobile device management company, which promises to lockdown its customer's phone, wipe the data then emit a blood-curdling cry to rattle the stealer.