National Me Day
Quick reminder that tomorrow (Friday 13th, full moon) has been designated as National Iowahawk Day. If you're in Chicago or environs feel free to join me for DABs and tater tots tomorrow night 830pm at Meier's Tavern in Glenview. Shameless ego compels me to excerpt this swell poem Dan Collins composed for the occasion:
Where it bows the brackish water
In the fertile land of Hawkeyes
Where the Hy-Vee vends its groceries
And employees own the business
There was taught the Iowahawk.
Go hither to PW and read the rest. While there, also enjoy Jeff Goldstein's masterful piece on why language matters, also posted at Hot Air.
King of Tweets
Why isn't Jim Treacher employed in Hollywood? I'll never figure out that travesty. Nobody provides better laughs, and he appears to be the first blogger to have really mastered the 140-character limit in Twitter. Sample:
Go read that whole thing too.
Pithy Headline Constructed
By old buddy Tim Blair, natch.
The Hegelian Dialectics of Frank J.
Socialism explained by America's premier thinker.
The (Thirty Foot) Nose on Your Face
A new presidential summit, courtesy the boys over at TNFY.
