Archive: August, 2007
Yes, I'm off until after Labor Day. It's the first time I'm pausing the fact parade since the metro column began in late February.
Truth is, there's no fishing hole, no sandy beach, no bright green digestif overlooking a cypress grove. I'm not going anywhere. I'm staying home, working around the house and attending to things left undone for the past half year.
A Boston Globe op-ed piece explores why the World Health Organization ranked France as the earth's best medical-care system. (We're No. 37!)
You thought I was going to post a picture of some French bone-sawer?
Then it's showtime: A crack addict fires up an L-shaped tube, proclaiming "L is for losers," and gets deeply lost himself. Nail-tough neighborhood girls brag about roughing up hookers. "Nice quiet neighborhood," says a father of ten, "if they stop finding bodies."
Each vignette is short -- between two and three minutes -- composed with a painter's eye, and populated with a carnival of characters who David Kessler somehow gets to tell their stories.
That's us, according to Monday's graphic in USA Today.
The stats were compiled by Outside.in. One of their representatives wrote by email that the group has been tracking blog activity in 60 or so cities around the country, watching how many posts were published in March and April.
TravelGolf.com trashes Cobb's Creek Golf Club's Olde Course. Senior writer Chris Baldwin says the public course, designed by Hugh Wilson, who laid out such luxe links as the Merion Golf Club's, is "history left to rot:"
Down, past Brett Favre, past Tom Brady, past Peyton Manning I went looking, scrolling through ESPN's list of the 50 best locks for the Hall of Fame.
And didn't find Donovan McNabb until reading a page called "On the Bubble."
There with Drew Brees and Steve McNair is the guy on whom Philly rests its hopes for an Eagles championship.
Asked for advice, I always tell rookie bloggers to go narrow -- figure out what it is that you love and then dig deep. Provide something people won't be able to find anywhere else, and you've got a blog for the ages.
Let the record reflect that I never advised "The World is Your Urinal."
Love the Rolling Stones motif, but those troughs have teeth!