In a liquor store in Massachusetts last night, the gruff old guy behind the counter chats with a gruff older customer:
“So, they traded Roberts.”
“I liked him. Good fourth outfielder. This Payton kid is supposed to be good. Fast.”
“Yeah. Now we need another pitcher. Yanks got Johnson.”
“I like this kid Clement. No need to panic. We won the World Series.”
Good to be back in Red Sox Nation.
Soxaholix: “Mean is so fucking in right now.” (Related: Welcome to Edgartown)
More Than Donuts: “Around this time each year I am reminded by my younger sister of a strange Christmas tune taught to us by our Long Island choral director… it’s a sad and demeaning tale about a Mexican reindeer named Pablo.”
Manhattan Transfer: “It Happened This Year: New York MagazineBlogosphere Mash-Up”
Is Time Warner going to cripple its DVR? Suddenly I feel so unclean. (via kottke)
A reader complains about the lack of graphic content on the reborn blog. Herewith, a photograph from poker night on the Rivington Street roof a few months back.
Bill Simmons: “On Monday afternoon, the Sports Gal and I went to lunch at Doughboys on 3rd Street.” Mmmm, Doughboys. (Update: L.A. correspondent Palmermix IMs, “doughboys has gone downhill since toast opened up a block down.”)
My friendly employer, Cottages & Gardens Publications, is hiring an Assistant Editor. If this doesn’t make BlogTK, I’m gonna be pissed.
Trippy awesomeness of the day: Google Suggest.
For the record, the House & Home section of the Times has caught the blogger wave, setting me loose on its pages twice now. In early November, I wrote about good design at the Co-Op Village on the Lower East Side. Last week, I did a piece about about Internet message boards dedicated to particular apartment buildingslike the one for the Co-Op Village on the Lower East Side. How I will tie the Co-Op Village into my next story remains to be seen, but it is in such challenges that journalistic greatness is forged.