My finger is still bandaged and I’m stuck in the waiting room of the VW dealer for the better part of the morning. Fortunately, they have high-speed internet available, which makes it more like Purgatory with bad coffee, rather than Hell itself. So until later today, please accept these tasty morsels of bloggage:
Someone please tell me what the difference is between your garden variety, Tony Soprano-type extortionist and the American Family Association? Because I really don’t know.
The Duke lacrosse scandal in two takes: Because that’s what lacrosse players do, in Slate, and because coddling university administrators let them get away with it, in the NYT.
Just when you think a business has no conscience, along comes a case that shows you it has no heart, either.
American Sharia: Christians sue for the right to be intolerant. Because Jesus would want them to.
In all my years in the newspaper business, there was one segment of the newsroom I reserved special sympathy for — the copy desk. It seemed that in my 20-year arc in Fort Wayne, their workload increased far more than the writers’ did. As space for news shrank, space for copy-editor busywork grew. It was not uncommon, when I was editing, to write three or four headlines for the same story — main, lead-in, “overline” and jump page. Plus a cutline, frequently. Plus a bunch of other stuff. Well, copy editors, get ready for yet another chore: the Google hed.