On Monday I linked to this NYT story about food carts using Twitter to market their cuisine. I said, “I can think of a lot worse things to follow around than a creme brulee cart.” Alan said, “Stalking the wild creme brulee. There’s your title.
On Monday I updated my status to ask a question that had been bothering me: “Anyone else think that cop should have just walked away after Gates proved he was in his own house? So what if he was yelling. His house.”
Turned out it had been bothering a lot of other people, too.
The Cambridge cop should have walked away, and Prof. Gates had every right to speech loudly. (He didn’t yell; he has bronchitis.)“
I swiped this off author Keith Snyder‘s page, a fabulous mashup of musicians playing alone in their rooms, edited together to make a single piece. Marilynne said, “That’s so cool. Everyone had to trust the others and trust that what came out of it was worth listening to (and watching).”
On Thursday I posted this link to the Wiki entry on the Lincoln Zephyr automobile, saying, “It’s family legend that my father drove the Alaska Highway in 1947 in a Lincoln Zephyr. Finally decided to work this into a book so I had to look it up. Does anyone else think Al Capone should be in the back seat?”