Monday, May 06, 2002

There's a video floating around of the SXSW 2001 Internet Roast produced and conceived by my friend Heather Gold. I'm the last storyteller, about six minutes in.
It was only a matter of time before the music I grew up with came back into vogue: loud, silly pop you can't get out of your head, sung by ugly white boys from Michigan. May I present, dear readers, Andrew W K.

Friday, May 03, 2002

Apparently, Dreamhost has shut down all of the web properites of Mr. John Halcyon Styn, a fine chap and a friend. Mr. Styn, the Webby Award-winning creator of Cockybastard.com, Prehensile.com and several others (none of which I can link to of course because they've been shut down) has had his service yanked because someone reported him to SpamCop, a service fine in theory but, as this case amply demonstrates, lousy in execution. It's now easier than ever to accuse someone of spamming and have their kill-a-mosquito-with-a-bazooka hosting service turn them off.

Since most of us can't afford to or don't know how to run servers on our own, we are utterly dependent on these folk to keep our projects in public view. If this is the knee-jerk way they dishonor that contract, then I propose we take our business elsewhere.

And in the meantime, I suggest we email Dreamhost and vouch for Mr. Styn's character. I have been on his mailing list for over a year now and have never once received anything I didn't ask for.

Update: All things Styn are back up online. Glad we didn't have to start throwing eggs.

Thursday, May 02, 2002

My college Eli pointed me to this hilarious letter that Groucho Marx wrote to Jack & Harry Warner when they threatened to sue him over a film titled A Night in Casablanca. Apparently, the Warner Brothers thought audiences might confuse it with that other film which had the word "Casablanca" in the title.

Wednesday, May 01, 2002

The stagging area for the new design of this blog is at wheretheressmoke.net. The esteemed Mena Trott did a spectacular job. If you think so too, please let her know. I think I'm going to start moving everything over next week.

Tuesday, April 30, 2002

Why are my wrists hurting?

Monday, April 29, 2002

Look Ma, I'm in the Detroit News!

Sunday, April 28, 2002

Hey. I was interviewed on Slack Street Radio about books and the web, the demise of Oprah's Book Club, and, eh, broccoli.
Yesterday Suzan and I worked a day for Rebuilding Together, an organization that refurbishes homes for low-income and disabled families. We showed up at a house in Berkeley bright and early (where her sister, who had volunteered several years running was the volunteer coordinator) and were immediately put to work as laborers, she caulking windows and painting, me on the roof tearing off old shingles and laying down new plywood sheeting with a hammer. Since my physically tasking jobs of book critic and web publisher rarely require standing up much less sweat and lung capacity, it was a welcome relief to let my muscles swing free and wind up covered head to toe in black shingle dust.

I had a great time and highly recommend it to anyone with a good heart and a strong back.