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Here’s a fun one! Banned Books Match Game asks you to match the reason for banning a book to one of the books listed.
This makes it so I don’t not like Mondays: Monday Mission 2.33!
Record Labels Sue Internet Providers over Listen4Ever site
This is cool. I’m making my list (and checking it twice). If the morons at the RIAA win this one, here’s my list of people I am going to get to sue:
I can’t wait for the checks to roll in. Wait a second…how come the lights just went out?
In the words of our poet-laureate, Britney Spears, “Whoops! I did it again.” I let my lawn revert to its jungle state. That’s why I’m getting one of the new Web-based Lawnmowers, as soon as possible.
Oh, I know! It’s the hissing fuse the baseball players just lit by setting an August 30 strike date. Look, guys, just because I ran away with the office football pool last year (even though I really don’t like football much), you don’t have to put me in a chauffeur-driven limousine and carry me off to their camp!
The ’81 strike hit when I in was between the fandom of my childhood and of now. I was too busy flunking out of college and playing in a band to notice.
The ’94 strike hurt. A lot.
I am a Red Sox fan, so I know baseball pain. Still, this wasn’t legitimate. This wasn’t a bonehead manager move, a bad umpire call or a stupid fielding error. This wasn’t Buckner. This wasn’t Lucky Dent.
I had just moved to Florida–far away from my daily dose of Red Sox–and was just warming up to the idea of watching baseball as a whole. Frank Thomas and Ken Griffey could still hit. Kirby Puckett was still playing (I miss him). Greg Maddux was 16-6. Ken Hill (remember him?) was 16-5. Manny Ramirez, Raul Mondesi and Cliff Floyd were rookies. Cincinnati was in first place (sorry Grump)…
But I got over it. Enough to start watching again. Enough to see that not all of the players were rich, ego-maniacal twits. There was Cal and Kirby and Mo and Pedro and Sosa and McGwire and Giambi and Nomar…It was going to take something more than a strike and some missed playoffs (that the Sox weren’t going to be in anyway) to make me forget about Yaz and Fisk and Tiant.
This may be that something.
Umberto Eco, an Italian writer and professor of semiotics at the University of Bologna, wrote in the New York Review of Books, June 1995, an essay titled “Eternal Fascism: Fourteen Ways of Looking at a Blackshirt.” The article is an excellent reminder to watch out for the real threats to liberty. They don’t come from the overt racism of skinheads or Neo-Nazi’s (too obvious), but from the subtle chipping away of basic freedoms in the name of “security.”
He breaks down the ways of the fascist into fourteen characteristics:
E. Gary Gygax! I didn’t have to wait long for the next example of what Lessig is talking about. Apparently, the owners of the Godzilla copyright have delivered a “cease and desist” order to Davezilla–not because he improperly used the character of the 40-foot Tokyo-bashing reptile, but for having the audacity to use “Zilla” as part of his pen name!
[ Note to self: Stop using Mr. Gygax’s name as a mock expletive, before he sues your ass. ]
Are you ready for Banned Books Week, September 21-28? It is hard to imagine that such books as “Huckleberry Finn,” “Harry Potter,” “Of Mice and Men,” and “Where’s Waldo?” are offensive enough to ban, but those are just a few on the American Library Association’s list of the Top 100 Banned Books, 1990-2000.
Do your part. Read a banned book. Or contribute by visiting the resource page of the ALA.
And check out the Banned Books Project from Michele at A Small Victory.
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I just noticed how many toys I have on my desk:
a Marvin Martian (holding an exploded space modulator in front of his charred self),
an Ooglie (it makes cool noises to scare away people),
a boiling pen,
two Alpha Bits bobble head baseball players (Sammy Sosa and Ichiro, suitable for thwacking upside the head),
a plastic keychain with Owl from Winnie the Pooh (dressed in a Tigger costume for some bizarre ritual),
a keychain with a miniature version of the game A Barrel of Monkeys,
a Hot Wheels Chuck E. Cheese minivan,
an empty chocolate tin in the style of Dale Jarret’s number 88 NASCAR rod (I don’t even like racing!),
a plastic cactus-shaped shot glass from Remax (no clue),
a set of Ultimate Spider-Man reusable tattoos (from a client),
a Batman Beyond action figure (still in the wrapping, from the same client who thought I was “super”–uh-HA),
an empty mini-can of Pringles sour cream ‘n onion chips (to remind me to do little, unexpected, nice things for people, like my wife did for me),
and a kazoo.
What’s on YOUR desk?
Aurora Chair is no more. Our buddy–the blogger formerly known as Thor–has moved to badh*p. I won’t tell you his new name (my kids might be reading this), but it’s my new second-favorite expletive–right after E. Gary Gygax!