Barkley had me rolling Monday night with his commentary during the
Redskins and Eagles game. I think Charles brought up a very good point
when discussing the "Film-Gate" or whatever it is you want to call the
filming of the Jets by Boston Bill and the Patriot Thrill. Baseball
players steal signs (especially when on second base) and basketball
players have a scout team play as if they are the upcoming opponent
before the game, all to get into the heads of their opponents and try
to predict what they will do. (I have even watched fighters in the UCF
look up at the big-screen to see where their opponents faces are
located when they have their bodies turned in order to punch their
opponent in the face. So why is it so much of a disgrace when it
happens in the NFL?
The key changes? Slice the potatoes thinner and cook them a little
hotter. Rather than cutting the potatoes into inch-thick chunks (which
usually meant quartering small baby red potatoes), I now cut them into
about 1/2 inch slices. And now the most important improvement of all:
roast them in duck fat.
I wonder if some Ph.D. out there in the land of Academia has considered
doing a study of spam (the e-kind, not the canned kind) and what it
says about the unexpressed dark desires of the American people.
The private security firm, Blackwater, was banned from operations
in Baghdad today. This edict was handed down by the new Iraqi
government. You can bet your butt that soon, like probably later today,
our government here will stomp all over the power of the purportedly
much-longed-for, self-governing Iraq, and will put Blackwater right
back in business.
Since our last entry regarding public transportation vs. Jaguar, oil
reaches $82.16 with a massive Fed rate cut as Alan Greenspan, on a book
tour, finally admits the war is "largely" over oil. Maybe people out
there will finally listen to Easy Al, rather than our big mouths.
Despite the admission of Greenspan, one of us feels very beaten up
today while the other sees some hope in the recent rate cut situation.
Generally, one can't be certain what ponds and other water bodies in
the Charleston area have alligators in them. It's best if you don't
know the pond, to not send your dog into the water. Even a 6 foot
alligator can easily grab and drown a 75 lb. Labrador. I don't even
want to think about the Big Boys that are lurking about.
Me, or the blog. I’m predictably busy and borderline psychotic. Why
in the hell did I think it was a good idea to give my last day at work
only TWO days before I was moving? That gives me almost no cushion
time to frantically pack at the last minute. Instead, I’m staying up
till 3 AM packing, then getting up and going to work early and busting
ass all day to try and get things settled here, then I go home and
start packing again.
Blood sugar, I mean. Mine has been high in the morning in the past and
I've been struggling with how to get it down. For a while, eating a
little protein before bed worked. Exercise in early evening also seemed
to help. But the numbers are creeping back up and that's not good.
Patrick on the double standard:
A few weeks ago, a college student wrote a letter to his local newspaper questioning the way a block party had been covered.
Specifically, he complained that the media had unfairly portrayed
college students as “irresponsible” and suggested that accusations of
“rowdy” behavior was unjustified.
Everyone has an opinion about something and we definitely have our opinions about the people around us - family, friends, acquaitances, even people whom we do not personally know. It is human nature to be opinionted, but my opinion of someone else doesn't necessarily make it true.
Brock is the author of four political books, including “The Republican
Noise Machine: Right-Wing Media and How It Corrupts Democracy.’ His
preceding book, “Blinded by the Right: The Conscience of an
Ex-Conservative,” was a 2002 New York Times best-selling political
memoir in which he chronicled his years as a conservative media
insider. Remember that silly cover photo on The New York Times Magazine
featuring that leopard print mini skirt-sportin’ leggy bile-spewing
blonde Laura Ingaham? Meeeeeeeow!
Polyethylene Terephthalate (PETE or PET), also known as plastic #1, is one of the most commonly used plastics in the world. Not surprisingly, it’s the most recycled plastic as well - probably all those dreaded water bottles. PET was born in 1973, and was first recycled in 1977 - I can just hear the Bee Gees singing, “More than a plastic; More than a plastic to me”. In 2005, the average U.S. household went through 42 pounds of PET, which seems like a lot.
Last Friday I got an email from the local IMAX, telling me about all
the cool that would be showing at the theatre through October. Transformers at the IMAX? I’d go see that. Dinosaurs 3D
coming soon: an exciting film as IMAX documentaries go, with hungry
dinosaurs coming right at atcha. So I was looking forward to catching
these, and others, at the Aquarium Wharf theatre.
Three days after the email, IMAX shut its doors - apparently for good.
Did you ever wonder what "in high cotton" means? If you ever had to
pick cotton, you would not be puzzled. The higher the cotton, the less
you need to bend to pick it and the less your back will ache. If you're
in high cotton, life is good!
It is with great sadness that I tell you that the Dragon is gone. RJ
left us today at 2:45 PM. He fought a valiant fight against this most
horrid disease. In the end, he left peacefully and in no pain. In the
years he had fought this, he taught me much about living and about
facing death. He never waivered in his faith, nor questioned our God’s
timing. I could not possibly be more proud of anyone. I am eternally
grateful for the time that I had with him on this earth and look
forward to our reunion, though as I told him this afternoon, not yet. I
love you bubba.
Most everyone has been prolific this week and I certainly have not highlighted every post worthy of attention. Do you have a piece of which you are proud? Link to it in the comments where it can receive the attention it deserves.
I will be clearing my feed reader this evening for a fresh start on Monday.
Like any innocent, the monster shambled out into the world to see what
was there. Wherever he went, things and people shattered all around
him. He never did right and crowds just love to mass together,
righteous indignation blazing with their torches, whenever such is
caught in their sights. Who doesn't love a willing scapegoat? Who among
us won't lend a pair of fists once blame has been assigned?
I always feel bad when I see mothers lament over never getting out of
the house and feeling lonely. It happens to the best of us. However I
think to a large degree we do it to ourselves. I admit sometimes I’m
just tired and the thought of dragging to active kids somewhere makes
me want to curl up in a ball and cry. I have also found that depending
on the event, dragging out said kids usually makes them far more
manageable for the rest of the day. There are always so many excuses:
it’s nap time, no car, no money, etc.
For some reason, the other night when we started our chocolate malt
quest, I felt moved to give Ye Olde Fashioned another try. Perhaps I'd
just gotten them on a bad night before. As we drove there, Biffle
commented, "If you don't like it again this time, we won't even be able
to drive into West Ashley ever again." I take it a little personally
sometimes when restaurants aren't up to my standards.
happy to report that we will be able to return to West Ashley--but only
because I've grown as a human being, not because the chocolate malt at
Ye Olde Fashioned was good. It wasn't. It took forever for us to get
our malts because our server didn't seem entirely clear on how to work
the milkshake machine, and then the malts were fairly crunchy, and mine
had about a tablespoon of unblended malt powder stuck to the side of
When the CCSD School Board agreed to set
up the five-year-old Sea Islands Youth Build program as a charter
school this year, an approximately 10-student-per-year program became
one for 75 students--in the same space. When
questioned at the time by the Board, Renee Chewning, its director,
assured them that suitable quarters for the enlarged school were
available for 2007-08. Almost $100,000 had been given to the school
prior to alarm bells going off at 75 Calhoun Street.
It would be easy to write off this show as one woman's way of saying
"Thank You!" to her friends. Judging from the composition of the
audience on opening night, where this reviewer was probably the only
one in the room who did not know Gene Glave, that might be a fair
assumption. It would not however be an accurate one. This is a solid
one-woman show full of the things we have come to expect from the
genre. There is a touching story. There are moments of laughter,
moments of tears, and moments of anger. There is a moment of climax and
finally a satisfying resolution. Based on her very popular blog, found
here, the show is a mixture of her entries and the stories behind them.
How, if no one argues the case against you to a judge that isn't
present to hear the case in the first place, can you be found guilty?
What brand of justice is this? Why are judges setting fines? How many
other times has this happened? (Another thing- this is the 2nd time
that I've had a court date where the judge was out of town- don't the
judges make the schedules?)
And that used to be a good thing. We as a nation moved forward steadily and cautiously. The two sides worked together.
all that seems to have changed in the past 20 years or so. We've lost
the balance and become instead stuck on our respective sides of the
fence, tossing insults and pointing fingers at the other side, blaming
each other for the grid-lock which has seized our government.
So, my dilemma. I don't like grapes unless they 'pop.' And how do
you know if they are going to pop once you get them home unless you
steal one a taste it? I have no problem doing that if it pops and I buy
them, but what happens if they don't pop and you've eaten one.
I remember when the whole of Citadel Mall was swanky. 15 years ago when
we were here for our honeymoon, we walked around the Citadel Mall but
couldn't really afford to shop there. What has happened to the place?
Ready to follow some tropical action? Brian has his eye on what may be TD - 8. I bet some locals haven't even had to sharpen their colored pencils this year.
People who read Prodigal Child invariably ask me, “Is this
your life?” The story, written in the first person, does read like a
biography. I usually answer that the book is fiction, but that a lot of
my life is in there.
Imagine being in a building 110 stories in the sky. A beautiful September day. You had just said good-bye to your loved ones and started just another day of work. Then looking out the window as you poured a cup of coffee to see a massive airliner headed straight for you.
I was home sick from school in 1981 when Reagan was shot. I was in 4th
period study hall when the space shuttle Challenger blew up. I was
sitting at home on a Saturday morning having coffee over the morning
paper when Columbia blew up. I was on Mount Desert Island servicing an
advertising account in April 1999 when Columbine happened. I was at
work at the Walterboro dairy branch when Virginia Tech happened. When
the Gulf War kicked off in 1991, I was standing in the TV room in my
barracks at Fort Riley, Kansas. But I think the defining “where were
you” moment of my generation will forever be September 11, 2001.
Last year, the Blogland was one of thousands of bloggers who took part in Project 2996, to memorialize randomly-selected individuals who were lost in the terrorist attacks committed on our nation on September 11, 2001. This year, that tradition is continued with a tribute to Thomas Burnett.
In the wee morning hours of 11 Sep 2001 I was in a C-17A Globemaster
III on my way back to Charleston after a trip that took us through
Kuwait and Saudi Arabia. As we plodded along from Gander airport (CYQX)
in Newfoundland, Canada, we spoke to the same centers that would, in
less than eight hours, deal with the most significant incident to occur
in many of our lives.
Now if free blog service owners are going to monitor and police the
blogs they are hosting and strip them down due to something they
disagree with then they need to put that in the ToS. But my better
response would be to just grow up.
Was there a baseball game, broadcast in the last 15 years or so (needs
to be modern television) where, as an experiment, the network provided
no commentary and only let the sounds of the game play? Kind of a
"night without sportscasters" thing? If it happened, does anyone know
Has anyone else noticed how much Lowcountry bloggers love their spider pics? I cannot decide if it is documentation of it was THIS big or a case of mine is bigger than yours. JanetLee had her own recent run in with an eight legged friend.
But there’s a big difference between Lewis and Washington, and no, I
don’t intend to use Lewis’s age (he’s 81) or the possibility that he
could have just been punch-drunk after 18 hours of running the telethon
as an excuse. I’m not offering any excuses for Lewis, who already said
he shouldn’t have said what he said.
Anyone who is serious about recovering from addiction has a long and difficult road to travel. Thomas Ravenel's fall from grace may have been humbling, but we hope in the end, it leads to recovery and healing.
What makes this announcement more interesting is that his father, Arthur Ravenel Jr., told the press months ago that his son had a drug problem. Just more fodder for my pilot, The Ravenels. I’m sure NBC will need it by midseason. I’ll happily take casting suggestions.
The Colts D was just fired up and, while I get that it was first game,
home field, returning champs, etc., they didn't look like a team
running on emotion. They looked like a team kicking ass and taking
names. Yikes. The number of solo tackles was ... a LOT.
A recent article in the New York Observer talked about a trend in that city of attractive women riding bicycles everywhere wearing skirts, dresses, and high heels.
One of the obstacles in getting people to ride bikes is that it is perceived as dangerous. The only reason it becomes dangerous is that drivers of cars and other vehicles are not aware of bicycles, and they just don’t see the bike rider. However, the more cyclists on the road the more visible they become.
Once word got around as to WHO was at the table, the entire room began
texting. Like, I have never seen an ENTIRE room raise their phones and
begin sending text messages rampantly. Naturally, Mel and I both joined
the throng of eager texters all relaying OMG. . .
Mass-media attention is a form of buzz, but buzz that's sprayed down
from above lacks the authenticity of buzz that bubbles up from below.
So if you're trying to get buzz, reaching out to bloggers is a smart
marketing idea. But how do you do it?
Sometimes you identify something that’s going on around you and you
figure out exactly what’s causing it. Then you realize that that result
wasn’t the end of one situation, it was simply the start of something
If the new touch had been 32Gb in capacity - I think it would have
been a bit of a no-brainer. But 16Gb? Really? My 5th gen video is
currently 60Gb, so I’d be losing a huge chunk of capacity that I’m used
to. Even with Wi-Fi-Tunes and the ability to discover I’ve missed them
playing Paul McCartney in Starbucks. Wooh.
And as I sat waiting my turn, which wasn't long as there were only two
before me in line, I felt sorry for the phlebotomist. All morning long,
she has to stick sharp needles into people who have not had their
Looking online you will find dozens of recipes for baked doughnuts but
how would you know if they are any good? Well, first you can always
send me an email and I will force myslef to help you out and make a few
batches, just to be on the safe side.
It helps me to survive the tediousness of the meetings and the
reports and the grant writing and the editing - all of those things
that make up a scientific life but just seem to distract one from the
pursuit of something unknown. Why is it that the job seems to overtake the pursuit? Okay, deep breath and try to rise above it (when in reality I feel like I'm drowning in the details).
A pregnant woman has been told that her baby will be taken from her at
birth because she is deemed capable of "emotional abuse", even though
psychiatrists treating her say there is no evidence to suggest that she
will harm her child in any way.
I do not know Ms Johnson. What I do know is in her article called,
"Doctors struggle with concerns over painkillers", not one chronic pain
sufferer was interviewed. I kept the paper in the hopes of sooner or later rebutting the "doctors concerns".
Barely 24 hours after posting our photos of the Speed Hump we returned
to the scene of the sign, but it was gone. Gone, gone, gone...really
We stopped dead, got out, looked everywhere, but no sign
of the sign did we see. The nice tall green solid steel channel post to
which the large yellow sign had been bolted was still there and naked
as a jaywalker in San Francisco. There had been no attempt to twist,
relocate or otherwise cause the post to present the warning sign to
oncoming vehicles. This was no corrective measure, no vigilantee
righting of public wrong, but a cold and calculated blow against the
Word came in today that Apex Broadcasting station 96 Wave
(96.1 FM) planned to switch formats this evening from whatever kind of
“heavy rock” hybrid they’ve been tinkering with this year to an “Adult
Hits” (a.k.a. “Variety Hits” or “Classic Hits”) format. Rumor had it
they’ll be named (or nicknamed) “Chuck,” similar to other Adult Hits station around the country.
I saw on another blog that 96 Wave is going away. Fine with me, they sucked in recent years anyways. When I first got here in 1997 they were a great station. It was that same year, IIRC that WALC 100.5 ‘Alice’ also started, and they were not that bad either - a little more ‘mellow’ than 96Wave.
The indictment today of Ahmed Abdellatif Sherif Mohamed (I’m out of
breath even writing that) accuses him of building explosive devices and
teaching others how to build the devices in “an activity that
constitutes a federal crime of violence.”
And somewhere along that path, I lost the outside focus. I found that
making sure I was neat and presentable was all I really cared about.
Rarely do I ever think about what I look like. I think about how I
feel, I think about how I can make others feel, I think about what I
can do about my little corner of the world, but no longer do I find
myself looking in a mirror, moaning that I'm not pretty.
Labor Day, a Federal Holiday Day for the Working to be off from their daily chores. A three day week-end for some! Yet for many this is just another day, as they must work. For that we Thank them, especially those in the Military whom are unable to enjoy this time, as they continue to uphold their duties to America and all us Citizens.
Someone I just met said "you look familiar. Are you somebody famous?"
I knew I was a legend (in my own mind) I modestly brushed aside the
idea that anyone else would think so. We soon discovered she had seen
the article in the Humana national magazine that went to its 800,000 members.
Yes, TAG, as in tag, ‘yer it. It seems that children were complaining about being chased and harassed. Oh, please.
Last I knew, wasn’t the main point of the game was to get
chased? And it’s not like it’s a gang of kids chasing you; quite the
opposite. One kid chases an entire group. And hey, zipperhead, if you
don’t wanna be chased, then STAND STILL. You’ll get tagged and be “it”, and then YOU get to do the chasing.
tourists, no matter how attractive (and she was pretty), should wear
underwear. particularly if they are going to wear a (very) short
miniskirt, go on a carriage tour, sit in the outside seat, and put
their feet up on the seat in front of them. it puts everything right in
the line of sight of oncoming traffic, dear.
Lowcountry Blogs is our attempt to keep up with the comings and goings of an active local blogging community. These days it's written primarily by Heather Solos of Moncks Corner Moments and administered by Dan Conover of Xark!. To have your site added to The Big Blogroll or the other lists here, e-mail us your URL, along with a one-sentence description of its focus, style, etc.
Heather's e-mail: Cantalyssa@aol.com; Dan's e-mail: firstname.lastname@example.org.
On Tuesday, May 16, 2006, the first large gathering of Lowcountry bloggers met in Charleston at a harbor-front bar for the Inaugural Charleston Blog Party.
On the agenda: 1. Drinking; 2. Talking; 3. Posing for pictures with Windviel's incredibly cool Mustang.
Photos by Janet Edens Conover
Adam Boozer A local creative director's commentary on his new life in Charleston.
Afrogeek Mom and Dad Afrogeeks: Black people who love Buffy and Star Wars, who have their own folder at the comic book shop, who thought Living Color (the band, not the show) was the bomb, who always wanted to know where the black elves were in D&D. And now they have kids.
Agricola A politically oriented blog by a conservative Charleston native.
Ask Elsa The public editor at The P&C talks about fairness, ethics, and anything else readers want to know about their newspaper.
Audubon South Carolina A blog by "Swampy," a.k.a. Mark Musselman, the director of education at the Audubon Center of the Francis Beidler Forest. The blog has an environmental focus and documents whatever strikes his fancy during the work day.
Baxter sez... An eclectic general-interest blog by "a professional feminist" and a "white Christian Southern male."
Bessie Gantt's Journal A blog about raising triplets, which is just kind of amazing in its own right, when you consider that a mom could have time to blog while raising triplets.
Bill Hawkins The executive editor of The Post and Courier blogs at Charleston.net.
Eat A Charleston City Paper foodie blog by Jeff Allen.
Fantasy Mashup Fantasy football coverage, commentary, conversation and cartoons from Dan and Janet of Xark.
Feedback File A Charleston City Paper music blog by T. Ballard Lesemann.
Feminists for Colbert Women's and Gender Studies at the College of Charleston LOVES Stephen Colbert. Why? Not only is he a Charleston, SC native, but how great was his segment with Gloria Steinem and Jane Fonda
Smoke Free Action Network This is a news source for all people who want to make South Carolina smoke free. Many cities have already enacted legislation on this issue, now it's time for the whole state to go smoke free.
Tartelette aux USA Helene is a baker three days a week, a personal trainer three days a week, has a master's degree in history and is a French woman married to an American man. Guaranteed to make you hungry.
The Back Channel The Charleston City Paper's omniblog has morphed nicely into a daily feed of the latest posts from the outfit's growing stable of staff-written special topic blogs.
The Birds and Fishes As the Curator of Birds and Fishes out at Cypress Gardens, and a huge fan of it too, I decided there should be a site about the weekly world of animal care. I hope to educate, enlighten and maybe add a laugh to your day.
The Blogland of Earl Capps Various topics, but here's a blogger who not only writes about politics, he does some of his own reporting.
The Bushido Way An entertaining mix of politics, sports and some kind of special sauce. Big on baseball.
Educators for Jim Rex Talk education ideas with the campaign of a Democratic candidate for State Superintendant of Education.
POLITICSROCKS.COM A team blog based in Spartanburg devoted to politics, with an emphasis on state politics. The main writer is the son of a Democratic state senator. Team members also produce Sports Talk Rocks, a blog devoted to Palmetto State sports.