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A column in the Daily Journal gives departing Nashville Scene editor Liz Garrigan a send-off I would like to pretend I didn’t read. Not only did they spell the 14 year veteran journalist’s name wrong they compared her to Maureen Dowd:

Eric Crafton is back with his English-as-Metro's-official-language bill, which Mayor Bill Purcell vetoed last year. As Mike Byrd writes:

It's not every day that a flack winds up on the front page of the daily newspaper—and that's a very good thing—but Bill Hobbs, who has been fomenting controversies for the state Republican party for months now, certainly deserves his 15 inches of fame today

Today on WNOX FM 100.3 stunning accusations were made about Presidential candidate Barack Obama.

Controversial Pastor Makes More Claims Against Obama
May 30, 2008
A New York pastor who gained fame with his scathing criticism of Barack Obama has not slowed down a bit.  This morning…Reverend David Manning talked with Hallerin Hill …and the Harlem minister had a [...]

Tim Chavez thinks that CNN is hurting its brand being associated with immigration restrictionist Lou Dobbs and encourages those folks looking to continue to denigrate that brand:

Fortune and success in life rarely falls into our laps. Somewhere along the line, a price is paid.

A four-year stint at college. Long hours at work. A divorce because you’re never home. Failing health because you never leave your desk. Kids that grow up not really knowing you.

I just saw the movie “Into the Wild” with my friend Lisa. I was quite impressed and very moved. As an wonderful cinematic journey, an epic story, and a soundtrack composed by Eddie Vedder of Pearl Jam fame (not to mention what I think was a fairly decent acting job by several of the characters).

Say Uncle wonders how come born again libertarian Presidential candidate wasn’t down with the cause when he was in Congress, back when it could have done some good:

And again I didn’t get one (OK, so I’m not trying) but this site did. It is a skull-a-day blog. Yes he posts a skull of some sort each and every day and he’s doing it for a whole year. He has made some out of fur, and toys and gets submissions from everywhere.

In 1993, at the record store, my coworkers and I fell in love with the music of a local blues singer by the name of Celinda Pink. A year or so went by and her career never really took off the way we felt she deserved. There was talk of too much drinking on her part, but I don't know if we ever really knew for sure why the big local buzz about her didn't seem to go beyond just buzz.