The noise it makes, as Tim Klimowicz's Map of Iraq Coalition Casualties charts the losses since the March, 2003 invasion, is that of an old teletype ticker, and each death or injury leaves a red stain. Click this. Then click "Interactive." Then "1." Leave the sound on. Let it run through Sept. 11, 2005. It doesn't take so long.
Beware Inquirer blogs touted in these environs. Naked self-promotion. Homerism. Whatever. But if you're not checking in our Inky shooter Eric Mencher's photo blog, you're missing something. It's called This Urban Life. We went to Woodstock 99 together. Together I think we were almost 99. That boy sees things.
The Roots @ The Kimmel Center board is sizzling after their benefit Friday night - the one I'm still kicking myself for missing. So who WAS that rhythmically challenged couple up front?
Katrina: The Gathering. In which guys with much time and imagination make a Magic card game out of figures from our national disaster. In the comments section, some guy suggests they do lunch and sell them at Wal-Mart. Or people could just loot them.
Know of any pork in the federal budget? Call Porkbusters.
Latest Google maps hack lets you find spammers in real time. The Mailinator is a spam magnet, and it's been tweaked to show who is sending it the most junk mail. When I checked the biggest local offender was listed on West Erie Ave. in North Philadelphia. Sends mail captioned: "Free stainless steel 12 cup coffeemaker and more..." DNS name is mx08.aptimusvaluenetwork.com. Don't know them, but someone should unplug them.
The No. 1 most-talked-about story on the Web yesterday was this one, about a giant pink bunny that Italian grandmothers knitted out of wool. It will stay atop a hill in the Piedmont until 2025, the story says, and I'm guessing it will get a little gamy by then.
Then there was the pink pig.
The Boston Globe devotes 3,500 words to local boy James Spader, an actor famous for not giving it up in interviews, and none of those words are any more mauve than this:
His words spin out like colored scarves, beautiful to look at, but you sense something that isn't being said. He steers your attention to what he wants you to see - the philosophical and abstract - and away from what he does not, namely his private life and his acting process. It's been a long and winding road for this Boston native to the stardom that many will argue he has always deserved. It required something more like serendipity - an offer out of nowhere, arriving at a particularly vulnerable personal moment, the end of a long marriage that produced two beautiful boys.
As I sit across from him in the nondescript greenroom of the studio outside Los Angeles where Boston Legal is filmed, fixed in his slightly cockeyed gaze, and try to imagine what's going on inside that head of his, what becomes perfectly clear is that James Todd Spader is not an actor lost in just any moment. This moment belongs to him.
MSNBC's Clicked found this one: The iPod versus the first transistor radio.
They spoke to each other "in the little distant words required of a cash transation." A quick old Philadelphia story from Apartment 2024.