Three pounds of lollies in a one-pound bag
The DG is playing with his new toy, The Muse has been given a temporary reprieve and all’s right with the world! More or less. This story prompts Mark to ask, rhetorically at least, if it’s worth suing blogs:“…You would think an accountancy firm would be, if anything, rather delighted to have a successful blogger on its books — it’s hardly the world’s most glamorous profession.”
He also discovers one way to review an ethnic restaurant: take along an “ethnic” and reproduce her email.
Is Mark put out or impressed by the effing and blinding ex-X-Filer Gillian Anderson? Hard to tell, I’m afraid, but he may have felt curiously satisfied, as I did, to discover Coupling’s ditzy Gina Bellman was born in New Zealand:“I decided to get rid of my New Zealand accent because I kept getting bullied about it.”
Mark says we don’t understand Japan and likes this PA post, in which David Haywood again provides excellent reader value. Stephen offers something uncharacteristically naughty, and Michele Hewitson on Kevin Ireland, adding that she’s done a better job than anything else he’s seen writing about the NZBC’s favourite New Zealand poet. Not everyone across the Tasman takes David Hicks seriously; Stephen’s favourite right-wing Aussie blogger Tim Blair for one. He claims that despite Hicks’s legal team’s description of the Guantanamo bay inmate as gaunt, he is in fact a Talitubby. Stephen also notes that they do these things so much better in Australia, and recommends The New Yorker’s Alex Ross on how reports of the death of classical music have been exaggerated. Talk about a long tail:
“Herbert von Karajan: 200 million records. Georg Solti and Pavarotti: 100 million records each. And they’re still selling.”
Readers of the SST puzzled by a 25 March editorial criticising the decision of another newspaper’s decision to outsource its subediting may wonder what that was all about. Here’s Merrill Perlman to tell you.
Finally, from me — in the spirit of minimalism, and with a tip of the titfer to Richard Carter — should you ever be in doubt of the futility of existence, you’ll find ample musical evidence here.
Finally, from me — in the spirit of minimalism, and with a tip of the titfer to Richard Carter — should you ever be in doubt of the futility of existence, you’ll find ample musical evidence here.
posted by Chris Bell at 11:53 AM
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