A little late, RIP Michael Jackson
Do yourself a favor, and pop this window open for “Billy Jean.” (Embedding was disabled.)
By the way, I moonwalked to this song at my wedding on Saturday, and it might have been an apotheosis.
Do yourself a favor, and pop this window open for “Billy Jean.” (Embedding was disabled.)
By the way, I moonwalked to this song at my wedding on Saturday, and it might have been an apotheosis.
Over at The Consumerist, they’ve noted some weird Facebook friend suggestions, and they have a theory about why you get them: If you import your email contacts for friend requests, and even if you choose not to friend someone, the system remembers and puts those contacts on your friend suggestion list. Further, it puts you on that person’s friend suggestion list.
I had a friend suggestion for a contributor to Sycamore Review. I might have corresponded with her twice when we accepted her story. We have no mutual friends or networks, but she has popped up on my friend suggestion list. At least there’s an explanation. I was just going to ignore the oddness and hope it went away on its own.
God bless a good scandal. Also, according to Fox, Sanford is now apparently a Democrat. I’m so glad this happened when I was back in SC.
I’ll be back. In the mean time, check out my letter to the editor, which should be out on Thursday, and is in response to Sunday’s commentary in The Times-Dispatch.

This novel, published after Hemingway’s death, is a collection of three novellas about the same character at different times in his life – first as a painter living in Bimini, and visited by his three teenage sons, then drinking in Cuba on leave during WWII, then chasing after a German boat in the Keys. The first section is my favorite, a welcome reminder of why Hemingway was so esteemed. Certainly a worthwhile read.
Tyler Cowen notes the passing of this musician. Cowen also quotes Khan in one of the most interesting sentences I’ve read in a while about becoming an artist:
If you practice for ten years, you may begin to please yourself, after 20 years you may become a performer and please the audience, after 30 years you may please even your guru, but you must practice for many more years before you finally become a true artist — then you may please even God.