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Over at Jezebel, they’re having this discussion about Ellen von Unwerth’s photos. In fact, her whole book of photos of women is available for free on the internet. It is completely not safe for work. Not even a little bit. Boobs, gals comparing pubic hair, touching themselves, touching each other, [...]

I have my hands on the new music issue of the Oxford American.
I believe we all remember what happened last time.
Over at Pith, I complained about people who drop their animals off in the country.
Oh, lordy, people, I have all kinds of nerdy nits to pick with this post, but I’m not going to. Instead, I’m just going to enjoy reading someone writing about music he loves.
(I will say that I’m on the side of the graveyard north of town.)
I’m going to be on Liberadio tomorrow morning at 8:10. That should be awesome good fun.
In spite of the monumental efforts of the city of Knoxville (you know who you are) and folks from across the whole state, I am not in the final five.
Which, yes, sucks, but how cool is it to have come that close?
I love you guys.
A story all about Nashville’s past and our sorry relationship to it. I should also note that there’s a small but significant chance that Timothy Demonbreun is buried behind this building.
One of Say Uncle’s readers is all “Kelsey won because of guns!” which, I have to admit, is better than, “… because progressives can’t win elections.” or “…because bloggers have no real influence.” which is what our side has been hoping they can pedal.
My post.
Their press release.
Coincidence?
I don’t know.
Andrew Sullivan linked to one of my Pith posts.
From a small heath field to America!
Edited to add: It is now my goal to talk Tiny Pasture into smoking a corn cob pipe in honor of his ancestor.
1. I write about the book industry. And crack myself up with my youtube video description.
2. I write about the racist graffiti, which is less interesting than the weird-ass comments.
Oh, Jim Cooper, did you not even have a moment when you looked at the other Democrats in your group where you felt weird, like something was strange about this, even though you could not put your finger on what it was?
If you love dogs and getting teary-eyed, click this link. Otherwise, don’t.
I’m going to look at this for a while, just to recharge my soul.