Last week, you could buy Radiohead’s OK Computer in the iTunes Music Store. Not this week. No comment, no notice.
Wonder if the leaking of Hail to the Thief to the web soured Thom and the boys on the whole music download thing? If so, I hope it’s a short term anger…
Also now absent: Sigur Ros. They had a headline in the Alternative section last week.
Update 9 May 9:12 am: See the expanded version of this post at Blogcritics.
From the back yard, the last blooms of spring (save our reluctant irises) and some of the first of summer:
More pix here.
Dave points out that LiveJournal can now ping Weblogs.Com. He points out that “there are a lot of apps that watch the XML feed from Weblogs.Com” and that now LiveJournal apps will be included. It also means that the high water mark measurements will include more of the blogosphere, at least those LiveJournal bloggers who pay for the service and opt in.
When you’ve mounted some of the most effective online anti-war protests ever, but still refused to prevent the war or convince the president to pay any more attention to your arguments than he did to his b-school classes, what’s your next act?
Some might give up. Not MoveOn. Currently they’re mounting a petition against the pending FCC ruling to further deregulate media ownership. The first round of this process was radio. Like your local radio station? Odds are you liked it better before Clear Channel bought it and started running it out of a central location hundreds of miles away. How do you like your local newspaper and television station? Want them all controlled by the same corporate interest? Before you say “it couldn’t happen,” think about what’s happened to radio. Yet most congresspeople only hear from the media on this one.
MoveOn is mounting a petition to convince Congress to block the FCC’s move. I think this one is worth signing, or at least looking at.
So, what’s the story with South Carolina, Greg asked me last night. Well, I’m not sure how best to describe the setup, but here goes:
- My uncle and aunt live one hill over from my parents on the family farmland in western North Carolina
- My uncle retired as an executive in a transportation company; his company has an executive retreat in a forest in South Carolina
- Said retreat features fishing, hunting, horseback riding, and other outdoor sports facilities (when I was younger (11?) I rode a horse for the first and last time there; it bolted and I got a bloody tuchus)
- My parents, my aunt and uncle, and another couple or two are sharing a multi-bedroom house at the retreat for a week next week
- I managed to squeeze in two days off next week to join them
- I will arrive on Saturday, the day before the pig-pickin’
What’s a pig-pickin’, my Northern readers are now asking. It’s something like a barbecue, if by barbecue you mean “cooking and eating a ridiculous amount of pork cooked on a fire.” But that doesn’t do it justice; neither does this (though it gives a little of the flavor and some of the recipe). All I can say is, after you’ve been cooking a whole pig on an enormous grill for a day, you’ll be hungry enough to eat anything. The fact that even without the anticipation the meat (dressed in a vinegar sauce only, please, no “smoky barbecue” tomato sauce here) is ambrosial is icing on the cake. And of course there are all the side dishes, and beverages, and occasionally (if it’s a pig-pickin’ that my uncle organized) live country music.
Why is it called a pig-pickin’? Well, because after being cooked over a slow fire all day the pork is soft and moist enough to be pulled off the pig and eaten with one’s bare hands, if one is feeling barbaric. And after a taste of the stuff, one could certainly feel that way. It does seem to awaken a deep hunger. In fact, I’m hungry now…
So this has been a dry week for posting, partly because I’ve been crazy busy at the office, but partly in anticipation of the stories to come.