okay, not this specific one. This general, bloggy corner of cyberspace. Operation Orwell Lives is underway and as soon as I've caught up on the twelve hours of sleep I've lost in the past three days over it I'll get right to blogging it.
One way or another, this article is going to come in handy.
Clary, is that you?
Warm up the Shift-TopRowKeys. This is going to be…vivid.
Has the blogosphere peaked? This fellow thinks it has, at 
least as far as the tech blogosphere goes. Admittedly, because blogging has been seen as something of a technical thing to do (and if it were, why would I do it? I ask yez) the tech blogosphere is a couple of years, call it two to four years, ahead of the rest of the blogosphere. Business is not far behind, because if they think there's money in it, they're on it like stink on shit. Politics? Well, they're way behind money, but they're next. And the blogs are better. It's just too bad not many politicians are blogging, because the self-destruct potential there is just mouth-watering, ain't it? After that comes self-cutting Angelina Jolie fans and sexually deprived middle-aged women: this section is called social blogging, and it's far larger and more powerful than politics and business. Then comes the traditional media; the Guardian is the best, and even that, I'm sorry, sucks donkeys. I know you want to break the stories in the regular part of the paper, but blogs are all about immediacy. There's no point blogging on Thursday about something that happened on Monday. Commentary blogs? Well, who wants to listen to pompous old windbags like Blumenthal unless you can spout off at him when he deserves it, which is always just for being such a pompous windbag. All Canadian papers appear to be ahead of all American papers, but behind all UK papers except the News of the World and the Sun; they can't blog, because they type with their prehensile toes and can't keep up or use long words.
Right. It's a link post. It's a post about a link.
Let's face it, you need to be a certain type of person to blog. You need to be something of a workaholic because good blogging takes time and anyone who's any good should have a pretty full plate anyhow; you need to be able to string a few sentences together; you need to have a raging ego and you need to have a head for ideas. If you're one of those people, you've almost certainly already started to blog.
Possibly the best book review site ever. Let's take a look, shall we?
A review of:
How to Know God :
The Soul’s Journey into the Mystery of Mysteries by Deepak Chopra
This is one of the most stunning books I've ever read. It is a complete 160-degree turnaround from how he had been. In this book he realizes he's no longer angry, it's time to make friends and be happy. And, then, not weeks after the publication, he is gunned down by the East Coast individualists. The feud between the two coasts has been raging for too long. The West Coast spiritualists (led by Deepak) hate the East Coast individualists. No one really knows the cause of the rivalry, but some people think it started when Neal Donald Walsch (an East Coaster) said Deepak looked like Dr. Segal. At any rate, these two groups have hated each other ever since.
And, that hatred was certainly evident in Deepak's works. His 1992 book Perfect Heath: Sumpin the East Coast Know Nothin' 'Bout was a bitter tongue lashing against his rivals. And, nothing stung more than these lines from 1990's Quantum Healing: Deepak 4Ever Y'all — "When the spirit of life swells within you/kick that mofo sucka out/coz the East is the beast/and they got nothin ta pray about".
Don’t ask me why. Blog works in mysterious ways. But today, if you’ll just scroll down and see, is Egg Day. If you’re feeling generous, you can even include the post from yesterday about the trichinosis worms (I mean, it’s the eggs that getcha, right? and there were millions of the wee buggers, so that’s gotta count for at least one, right?).
But it’s a sure bet that Egg Day is not gonna rock the same hits as Gay Pirate Day.
Yesterday we welcomed many, many intellectuals to our blog; for one thing, they loved to hate on the Margaret Atwood. For another, their searches included Nobel Prize winners, Geoffrey Chaucer, the New Testament, and a poignant question about whether or not The Scorpions
No.
On the other hand, today they’re back looking for that elusive Narnia Porn. Other searched-for items included free porn movies of nutty sex yelling sex porn SOMALI SEX MOVIE somali porn movies aslan porn. And Mitsou, but that’s hardly an improvement. So here, for all you pervy, unsatisfied, yet counted-on-an-equal-basis-with-Ernest-Hemingway-scholar fetishists, we present your Narnia
Update: the camera has moved here.
Nesting bald eagle streaming webcam, brought to you live by the guy in whose yard they’ve been hanging out for 14 years. And yes, there’s eggs people, there’s eggs! The feed is not without flaws, but then, it’s hanging out in the bedroom of two of the most impressive predators the world has ever seen.
Last week, the website went online as the eagles laid two eggs that are expected to hatch by the end of the month.
Retired accountant David Carrick said he has been keeping an eye on the pair of eagles in his secluded property for 14 years. But about 18 months ago – with government permission – he got an even closer look, installing a camera in the nest while the eagles were away on their annual migration.
He said the eagles noticed the enclosed camera and “pecked at it” and then got on with their lives.
Now up to two million hits a day and growing. I’m sooooooooo jealous!
I am reminded, as I so often am, of a story that makes Americans look bad. Yeah, I’m a bitch: I’m fine with it. My friend Christi and I were returning to Vancouver from Victoria via the Swartz Bay ferry. It had been a beautiful day: warm, clear, and windy the way it gets on Vancouver Island, with the air pummelling you as if you were just a stray plastic bag in its hands. The kind of day that makes you think, if you had just exactly the right jacket, you could become a kite, or at least an oversized flying squirrel. Okay, maybe not you. But I could, I’m real small.
So it was that kind of day. And we’d seen the typical Active Passian and Gulf Islandian and Beacon Hill Parkian and Lower Mainlandian wildlife that day, which is to say more than just a handful of raptors. So we, being no fools, scrambled onto the ferry and went straight for the windowseats; it always takes the tourists ages to figure out where to sit. They seem to think, if they bumble around long enough, a Lido Deck will materialize and Julie the perky activities director will tell them where to go. As a result, they spend a great deal of time tumbling up and down the stairs like large, squashy Pachinko balls and end up wherever gravity finally has its way with them, usually the buffet.
As Christi and I settled into our window seats, tucking our backpacks under the seats, a group of Americans passed us by, looking for places to plug in their laptops. A nasal cry rent the air.
“Can you believe it? What was the point of this whole trip? Why did we have to leave and come here? Victoria is just like Seattle.”
At that moment, in all innocence (for once in my life) I looked out the window and said, “Oh look, a bald eagle.”
Christi replied, in a loudly incredulous voice, “ANOTHER one?”
New: Update on Eagles
Other eagle news on the raincoaster blog:
Colorado Eagle Cam with three chicks
The latest on the Hornby Island eagles
The brand-spankin’ new Eagle Cam outside Swartz Bay
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