The Herald-Sun’s Frank Dascenzo is doing a happy dance over John Bunting’s contract extension at Carolina. Which is fine – I certainly have nothing bad to say about Bunting. But Dascenzo needs to remove his blue-tinted glasses for just a second when talking about UNC’s success relative to the rest of the Big 4, especially Wake.

Design in the Age of Leisure Suits. Yow.

This is kind of an interesting exercise. If you want to play, take the test, then you can click through here to see my results.

First, read Cenk Uygur’s HuffPost entry from yesterday: “If You’re a Christian, Muslim or Jew – You are Wrong.” I’m not telling you to read it because I think your beliefs need assaulting, or even because I think this guy is an especially great writer or thinker. No, the reason I want you to read it is this: What do

The DJ is going to hell for doing it. And I’m probably going to hell for passing it on. You might go to hell just for listening to it. Still, it works better than you’d ever imagine – what kind of guy hears these things? Go here, launch the site, click ‘music,’ and scroll down to ‘Sweet Home Country Grammar’

Senator: Ms. Miers, how do you feel about Roe versus Wade? Harriet Miers: Well, Senator, that depends on how deep the water is. POING!

Joe Gandelman has a great roundup on the Judy Miller situation over at The Moderate Voice. Judy needn’t worry if her career winds up on the scrap heap alongside Jayson Blair’s, though. I’m sure Karl Rove and Scooter Libby will need somebody to ghost their books on prison life. Remember kids, a good typist can always find work….

Few are admitted to the Tower of the Sky.

This is brutal. This is hilarious. And it absolutely needed to be said. [Thx: Norm at the Cleveland Rocks! Desk]

I’m so happy. Just now my wife turned to me and asked what’s the proper way to spell “y’all.”

Well, this clears things up a bit:

Got an e-mail from O-Ring this morning, and he’s sort of encouraging me with respect to my abilities and contributions as a teacher. He notes how much is at stake, and tells me that “we cannot afford to become exhausted now.” To which I replied: It’s not exhaustion. It’s disgust.

The writer of this op-ed is Breea Willingham, the woman currently sitting in my old office at SBU. She has what you might call an informed take on the issues surrounding this week’s 10th anniversary commemoration of the original Million Man March, and in this article does a neat job articulating why all of us ought to care. My brother

I’ve heard a lot of folks in the last few years railing at the stupidity of the music industry, and hey, a lot of times I was one of those people. In particular, some savvy industry watchers have lamented the sheer unbridled idiocy that the labels have displayed in dealing with the new digital world. Piracy, downloading, electronic channels as