Mark Pilgrim’s rant against misguided W3C decisions on XHTML impresses me not for its content (do what I do, buddy, and stick lazily with Transitional) but for the sheer quantity of its referral links, which Mark tracks with a nifty home-grown system.
Month: January 2003 (Page 3 of 3)
…is much more fun when it’s about music, not news. But it’s a hot day:
NBC President Andrew Lack to replace Tommy Mottola at Sony (analysis)
Pete Townshend arrested on child pornography suspicion (although it doesn’t sound like much)
And the biggie: ‘Mullet Rock’ compilation shaping up. I’m (mildly) embarrassed to admit I like a lot of these songs.
I Know Something You Don’t Know on Defective Yeti. “It would be cool if, at the end of Return of the King when Sauron finally gets the ring, they played I Got The Power by Snap, and Sauron could dance around and do the rap part (“it’s gettin’ kinda hectic!”) and then be all like, ‘BOOYAH! It your face, hobbits!!'”
Approximately 450 pages of reading, 85 pages of photocopies, 80 M&Ms, 70 Skittles, 34 new friends, 33 pages of handwritten notes, 27 hours of sleep, 16 statistics problems, 15 bottles of water, nine holes of Golden Tee, six pages of typewritten assignments, five scrambled egg and bacon breakfasts, four hours of team-building, four late nights, three case studies, two cocktail parties, two games of foosball, one short burst of racquetball, one movie, and one new word (“mantyhose”) later, I love business school.
My First Finals is a piece I wrote for Ticketstubs, Matt Haughey’s fine (and long-overdue!) new Web site dedicated to, well, ticket stubs.
Update: Ticketstub Project is today’s Yahoo Pick.
“In praise of clutter” in The Economist Christmas Edition. “People spread stuff over their desks not because they are too lazy to file it, but because the paper serves as a physical representation of what is going on in their heads.”
Entertaining, revealing interview with Jack Nicholson in this week’s Entertainment Weekly.
You’ve always been pretty popular with the ladies.
[Grinning] That has nothing to do with me being famous.