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I am working on a quite big and unwieldy architecture posting just now, but this probably won’t be ready to go any time today, or even soon, so I’ll instead write a little essay on a related matter. Which is: Why I feel more comfortable writing about architecture, of the contemporary and hence controversial sort, than I do about contemporary interior design. The contrast between how fascinated I am by the architectural stuff (this is the posting that got me going with the architectural posting that I am now working on) at one of my favourite internet sites, Dezeen, and the indifference I feel concerning Dezeenery about interior matters, is becoming ever more extreme. I mean, designer X has designed a chair. And what does it look like? It looks like a chair. Hoo ray.
It’s not that I dislike or oppose interior design. It’s just that I feel that what I feel about it, or for that matter what anybody else feels about it, is of no public significance. We can all just pick whatever interior designs and objects appeal to us, and let others do the same. Interior design is not a political problem. There is therefore nothing vitally important to be said about it. Why argue, when there is no need to argue?
If you are one of those people who likes to tease out why you feel the way you do, about everything in general and interior design in particular, fine. Blog away about wallpaper, tea kettles, tables, chairs, standard lamps, stoves and suchlike, all you like. You’ll surely find plenty of readers, probably a great many more than I have. You certainly will if you specialise, as I do not. I write about such things myself, from time to time, when the mood takes me.
But on the whole, it tends not to. When the answer the question is: each to his own, and when that answer basically takes care of it, I generally don’t feel like adding very much.
You could say that this mood, of insignificant self-scrutiny, is upon me right now. After all, who cares what I put on my blog? If you don’t like it, don’t read it, problem solved. Choosing a blog to read is like choosing a chair. Nobody else need be consulted, or imposed upon.
But architecture is different. We can’t each step outside into a city like London and each have exactly the London that we want. If I am to have those new Big Things that I like so much, you also have to put up with them, even if you hate them. It therefore feels right to me to be explaining, to the entire world (even if most of the world pays no attention), just what it is about these Big Things that I like so much. It makes sense for me to say (even if I haven’t done much of this lately) why I came to hate most modernistical architecture when I was in my twenties, and why I think that modernistical architecture has improved so very, very much since that time, at any rate in the places I mostly walk about in and see in photos.
For the same reason, it also makes sense, to me, for me to be celebrating roof clutter, cranes, this or that piece of public or semi-public sculpture, these or those public signs. It is because these are public issues. Political issues, even. Definitely political, in the case of those signs I just linked to. Things like these have positive (mostly, in my case) or negative (perhaps in yours) externalities attached to them.
Actually, it is most unlikely that you hate all the publicly obtrusive things that I love, because you wouldn’t want to be reading such opinions, day after day. But, you get my point.
Part of getting old (new category here – I still have a lot of categorising to do so bear with me on that) is that you just forget to do things, even things that you like. Thus, I have recently been forgetting to read Anton Howes. Today I remembered, and started reading, in particular, this posting, which is most recent as of now.
Uber isn’t a taxi company; it is a market. It provides a trust-based platform made up of assurances and ratings in order to let anyone ask “Can I have a ride? / Want a ride?” without sounding creepy.
I will now read the whole thing.
Just before Christmas, Goddaughter 2 arranged for the two of us to see and hear a dress rehearsal of a Royal Opera House Covent Garden production of Verdi’s Un ballo in maschera. This was, for all practical purposes, a performance. I didn’t much care for Verdi before I went to this event, and I still don’t, but the show was at least notable for the outstanding singing of the lead tenor, Joseph Calleja, a new name to me. I was extremely happy whenever he was singing. (He has a blog.) The rest of the show I found somewhat forgettable, mainly because Verdi seems to have been opposed to doing nice tunes that you can remember, unlike my operatic composer favourites, Mozart, Puccini, and Richard Strauss.
But very memorable indeed, almost as good as Calleja’s singing, was the bar we visited afterwards, which is right next to the main performing space.
From the outside the opera house and the bar look like this:
The bar being the thing on the left as we look there.
And on the inside, the bar looks like this:
The ROH refers to this place as the Paul Hamlyn Hall. What regular people call it for real I have no idea, but I like it.
I especially like that disembodied clutch of drinkers, suspended up there as if in mid air, but actually in mid mirror.
Here is a closer look at that same feature:
I know exactly what is going on here, and how this weird effect is achieved, but still I’m impressed.
A bit of hasty googling has failed to tell me what this place used to be and when it was first built. I’m guessing it was at first something to do with selling fruit and/or veg, but that’s only a guess. Anyone?
Yesterday evening’s rather blatant quota photo was because yesterday, I (a) failed to do my blogging duties here in the morning, and then (b) went on a photo-walk, from which I returned in a state of exhaustion. It was all I could then do to pick out just the one nice photo and shove it up, accompanied by just enough words for me not seem rude.
Single photos are good when I have nothing much to say, nor much time or energy to say it with, because they take very little time to do or to look at. They don’t exhaust me. Nor do they take up much of your time unless you decide that you would like them to. It’s up to you. You can be done with a photo in a second, literally, while still quite liking it. Or, you can contemplate it for as long as you like, even for as long as it might take you to read a quite long essay. What you do not want from a blogger who is posting only for the sake of it is a long essay, which turns out to be saying nothing. That you can not get a nice little second of fun from and be off, certain that you probably missed very little. Hence quota photos. Hence also quota quotes, provided they are short, and to a point.
Today I decided that I would like to do one of those “A Year In …” postings, at the end of this year, featuring newspaper front pages, one for each month. Everything hinged on whether I’d happened already to have taken any pictures of front pages during January.
And, I had. These front pages:
And I expanded the picture, and scrolled across. Tax demands. Some NHS politics ruckus. Snow warning. Something to do with racing, which anyway is not properly visible. Yawn yawn yawn yawn. And then there’s that “Big D”. I still don’t know what “Big D” stands for. It’s incomprehensible. But look at this subheading:
That’ll do. The rest will have to be rather better, helping readers to remember big stories of the year, but this little story will do for starters. The project survives.
A rather more serious newspaper page which I also photoed in January, not a front page but it got my attention, was this, from the Evening Standard of January 21st:
Latest news about that:
Badawi is serving 10 years in prison, and has also been sentenced to 1,000 lashes for blog posts criticizing Saudi Arabia’s clerics.
The first 50 lashes were delivered on Jan. 9 and Amnesty said he’s had none since then.
His detention and sentence have stirred up worldwide condemnation.
Amnesty being one of the chief stirrers. Good for Amnesty.
“Insulting Islam” is what Badawi has been convicted of. Carry on handing out punishments like that for “crimes” like that, and the “insults” hurled at the evil monstrosity that is Islam can only grow in volume.
Islam. The bad stuff in it is bad. And the supposedly good stuff in it only helps the bad stuff to go on doing bad, which means that the “good” stuff is bad also.
At this blog, I am finding my one-a-day habit quite easy to stick with. Part of this, I think, is that the penalty (in my mind) of failing to do something today is (in my mind) very large, by which I mean very large when set beside the effort of doing something (which can be something very easy to do).
Most people talk about habits and how you get into them as if they are all about, well, habit. The brain is automatically triggered to do whatever it is, whenever, each day, or whenever you have just done something else. You lock your door when you leave your home when nobody else is there. After dinner, you immediately wash up. Whatever. It becomes painful to neglect such habits. And there is, I’m sure, plenty of truth to such notions.
But the relationship between cost and benefit is also significant, regardless of mere mental triggers. The longer you have been able to stick with a good habit, the worse it feels to break it, because of all that past investment. On the other hand, the penalty for sticking with a bad habit (like me failing, yet again, to do a Samizdata posting after a longish dry spell there) is not great. Percentage-wise it is tiny. Instead of your dry spell lasting twenty days, it lasts twenty one days. Big deal.
This is surely part of why getting out of a bad habit is very hard, at first, and getting into a good habit is hard, at first. The prices of each particular failure are small, at first. But as the good habit persists, the price of a failure to maintain it rises, while the cost of maintaining it stays the same, or (because of the mental trigger effect) actually falls. (You get, as the saying goes, into the swing of it.)
Talking about “past investment” in a habit sounds like the “sunk investment fallacy”. This is where you persist in investing in something not because the future investing you do will be profitable, but because of all the investing you have already done, even though future investment will be lost also. But the reason why there is a special name for this error is that the sunk investment “fallacy” feels like it is true even when it isn’t. The label exists because the error is so tempting, and consequently so common. If you do not persist, all that past investment will feel wasted. And of course, if continuing to “invest” in the habit will actually be beneficial (if the habit would be worth starting now even if you hadn’t already started it), then you really would be wasting all that past investment, if you let the habit slip.
I am not sure about this, and am not confident that I have expressed this very well, perhaps because I have it a bit wrong. But that is the sort of thing that this blog is for. I post half-baked thoughts and thereby get to bake them a bit more.
One obvious complaint about this kind of thinking is that blogging is supposed to be fun. Well, for me, it is fun, when I can make myself do it. Above all, it is fun when I have done it. So, although not all aspects of doing it are fun, it is still fun, mostly.
Here’s a nice coincidence. There I was writing about how I went from being, in my teens, a bad pen-and-ink picture-maker to, from around 2000 onwards, a far happier digital-photographic picture maker. And here is a picture that captures that kind of metamorphosis perfectly:
It’s one of these pictures by Christoph Niemann. Niemann’s pictures bring to mind that phrase used by one of the alter egos of Barry Humphries, Barry McKenzie, who described paintings as “hand done photos”. These pictures really do only work as photos. Until they are photoed, the job is not done. But the hand-done bit is essential to what they are.
One thing about these pictures that I particularly like, apart from the basic fact that I like them, is their very favourable effort-to-impact ratio. For my taste, too much of the picture-making displayed at Colossal consists of stuff that is quite nice to look at, but which took an absurdly huge amount of time and effort to contrive. Also, there is often no logical or even meaningful connection between how the pictures are contrived and how they end up looking. So, you’ve made a table cloth out of seeds. Clever you. But, why? Niemann’s pictures answer this question perfectly.
But then again, the internet being the internet, if your elaborately pointless pictures catch people’s fancy and thousands glance at them, then I guess that, if you put in a lot of time and effort, you may well reckon than all the time and effort was worth it, especially if you had fun spending it and doing it. And of course it is digital photography that transforms a laboriously produced one-off item of visual art that took far too much time and effort to do, into a mass experience that it made sense to spend a lot of time and effort doing. But, most of these intricate sculptures and pictures at Colossal are just sculptures and pictures that were then photographed. Niemann’s pictures are real Hand Done Photos.
As for me, between being a bad pen-and-ink picture maker and an okay-to-good digital photographer, I endured a big interval during which I made hardly any pictures of any kind. My pictorial enthusiasm expressed itself in the design of pamphlets, and graphic design generally. Basically I became a desktop publisher. (I even earned money doing this.) First I just did publishing, on a desktop, paper-scissors-glue-photocopier. Then computers arrived, and I was an early adopter of “desktop publishing”. Then the internet arrived, and drew a big line under all that stuff. I shovelled all my pamphlets onto the internet, and became a blogger. And, I bought my first digital camera. At first, blogging and digital photography did not mix very well. Now, they mix very well indeed.
When I got to that ASI Christmas Party the other night, I was already in a grumpy mood, on account of not being allowed to bring three Opera Babes to the party. That’s right. The Adam Smith Institute didn’t have room for three glamorous young women, two of them at the Royal College of Music (Goddaughter 2 and her friend) and one of them (another friend of Goddaughter 2) who was auditioning for the Royal College of Music (having already been accepted last year by the Guildhall). I had already arranged to bring Goddaughter 2, but the ASI having spurned her two glamorous Opera Babe friends, GD2 not unreasonably preferred to be with them. I don’t mean that the ASI said: Opera Babes? - No thanks. I mean that they didn’t even allow me to say that they were Opera Babes, so oversubscribed were they. Or so she said. The ASI lady put their names on the subs bench list in case of cancellations, but your guests only get on the pitch if the ASI tells you so beforehand, and I heard nothing.
So instead I went to the ASI Christmas Party with Goddaughter 2’s glamorous elder sister. When I got there, it was clear that although there were many persons present, there was most definitely room for three more Opera Babes. But, too many mostly very non-operatic males of the species had already signed up to be there, and they needed room to stand around in all-male groups and shout their opinions at each other.
So there I was at the ASI Christmas Party feeling grumpy, looking around the room and recognising hardly anyone, and feeling bad about having dragged GD2’s sister to this ghastly do and being so grumpy about it, and for about the first half hour of being there, I continued to be grumpy. Three things, however, cheered me up.
First, I bumped into someone I did know, Anton Howes. And it turns out that he has a new blog. How very last decade, I said, but really, I was truly delighted to hear this, and started to feel that the evening was not going to be a total write-off after all. I had actually learned something of genuine use and interest to me. Cheer-me-up Thing Number One.
Cheer-me-up Thing Number Two, I got my camera out. I think I saw some other person taking photos and I thought: time for me to do some soul stealing. Was this uncouth? Probably. Would I look like an old prick? Presumably. But I was feeling like an uncouth old prick anyway, so out came the camera anyway. And immediately I cheered up. Suddenly, people cheered up when I approached them, and ceased from only talking about what they were talking about and instead started presenting themselves to my camera in a way that would make them look approximately as good as they were capable of looking. And, if they ignored me, well, that’s fine, because when people ignore you and just carry on enjoying themselves, that, if you are a photographer rather than a human being, is good.
Cheer-me-up Thing Number Three: Eamonn Butler saw me taking photos, and approached. Oh dear. “Brian, could you please stop being such an uncouth old prick? And if you do insist on photoing, could you please make a point of not photoing him, or him, or her.” Paranoid rubbish like that flashed up in my brain in between Eamonn being clearly about to say something and Eamonn actually starting to say it. And what did he say? He said: “Could you please send us a few of your best photos?” or words to that effect. Hah! I was now an officially designated photographer. I was someone. Instead of me fretting about not knowing anyone (and about not being allowed to be The Bloke Who Brought The Opera Babes), everyone else had to feel bad that they didn’t know me. Hurrah!
And actually, when I bustled my way through the throng some more, snap snap snapping, it turned out that actually I did know quite a few of those present.
Here we have, I think, another impact of digital photography. Digital photography cheers up people like me when we go to parties. But, shame I couldn’t photo the Opera Babes.
All of which began life as a mere intro to me showing you lots of the photos I actually took at this do. But, people who might google their way to - or maybe even be steered with a link towards - such photos won’t be wanting a long ramble attached to them about how I felt before and during the taking of them. So, I’ll stick them up in a separate posting. This I promise.
How the internet is cheering up Art
An old story about colour perception
Not about cats
Breaking my Samizdata silence
A Sunday ramble
OpenOffice Writer default resetting nightmares
Amusing cats versus important people
A quota post (with a quota link to a post about a post about a quota photo) and another quota photo
Megan McArdle on success and failure
6k quota photo of sea
Bits of music at non-musical blogs
A quota thought that (luckily for me) went nowhere
A blog as a semi-dustbin
Pain in the midriff
Simon Gibbs last night at the Rose and Crown
Guido in the Spectator (and in Free Life)
Chain link fence reflected in a puddle
Quotes from there
A free man
Getting started a bit earlier
Rob Fisher on the 3D printing future
The Alex Singleton blog
A fake feline photo and a faltering feline enumerator
The Johnathan Pearce Samizdata gap
On the pleasure of assuming the worst
The right sentences but not necessarily in the right order
the Norlonto Review is back!
Alastair James on Blythe Hill Fields and smartphones
Bad times for the NHS
Is Samizdata in danger of becoming a photo-blog?
Nice blog you have here … shame if something happens to it
All change at Samizdata and another outage here
On how being linked to enables you to tell your story as you wish and why long titles are good
Patrick Crozier has just arranged for accessing ancient comments here to be much easier
And on my other personal blog …
This is transport
Say it again Perry
Is Samizdata dying?
Lighter blogging here but not none
Matt Ridley’s demolition of CAGW
A review of Detlev Schlichter’s new book (multiplied by 4)
Alex Singleton has a new blog
Big Things and small things
A board to stick Post-it notes on reminding me of all the things I hope to blog about
Less (here) is more (at Samizdata)
My personal Fixed Quantity of Blogging unfallacy
A Good Old Day at Samizdata
The politics of humour in the USA and in Britain
Everything competes with everything
The most celebrated sporting win ever
BM.com quote of the day
Why I prefer blogging to writing for a magazine
On the rise of Bishop Hill
Sean Gabb’s recent statement about the Libertarian Alliance
David Thompson’s blog is now four years old
On pictures that don’t get any bigger when clicked and on the power of the tangential
Yet more redirection
A down and up weekend
Obamanomics dod not work
Another ephemeron for David Thompson?
Paulina Porizkova gets older
Transport Blog restarts
10/10/10 launch for Norlonto Review
What if the British Empire had stayed together?
A blog posting linking to a science article
Woody Allen on media lies and on not learning as he gets older
Anti-aircraft guns may not have killed many enemy airplanes but they did point them out
Is Timberland guilty of spam commenting me?
“An alternative definition of intelligence …”
Natalie links back
Making those Big Statements one slice at a time
A good bit about the future of art galleries and how to rescue good bits
Three cheers for Molly Norris but also a few small grumbles
Goddaughter One is now a photoblogger
I flipping told him
Why David Hepworth is wrong about podcasting
Will I ever tire of writing about the relationship between the new media and the old?
BrianMicklethwaitDotCom blog posting title of the day
BrianMicklethwaitDotCom understatement of the day
Old-school media versus (or becoming) new-school media (again)
India looking good against Sri Lanka
ClimateGate roars on and Man(n)-made warming is taking on a whole new meaning
The angst of team blogging about stories like the CRU hack
What’s up with this?
Samizdata and Zimbabwe both on the up and up?
A great Johnathan Pearce Britain-can-dump-the-EU blog posting - and the value of informative titles
Climbing aboard Samizdata
Rude Ian Morbin should have a blog
Johanna Kaschke versus the Deluded Leftwinger
Chrome now seems better than IE or Firefox
Idiot Toys is broken!
Cat blogging and Gormley blogging
Minimum Wage flatvert at Guido’s and Iain Dale’s
Snapping the police
Our shortening atten … ooh look!
Is the original version of this with all the spelling mistaks what goes on all teh uther blogs?
Edinburgh’s skyline doesn’t suck
UK libertarian bloggers 2.0
Indy Flatverts and a Guido Q&A
What next for Guido Fawkes?
Thinking thin at the top
Thoughts on the Go Gordon petition
Who are all the UK libertarian bloggers?
Globalisation Guido – and other Bright Young Things
Two Samizdata comments on the sinking of Brown and on the sinking of the Daily Telegraph
There’s no need to comment on this posting because it’s already perfect
James Tyler’s speech at Policy Exchange
Daniel Hannan and the shape of the media to come
Clay Shirky on newspaper doom
The Rand revival - and some thoughts about Rand’s failure to understand architectural tradition
Clockwisdom and wisdom
You don’t wait for it – you go looking for it
Advice to daily bloggers
More random links
P. J. O’Rourke confuses the average with the significant
Why Willem Buiter blogs and why I do
Billion Monkey hits 40
New addition to blogroll
That went okay
JD gets PTD
I need to get out less
Nothing here again
Guido Fawkes conflates the Monetarists and the Austrians – needs to chat with Antoine Clarke
Busy at my other personal blog
Notes on libertarian tactics August 2008
Not in the top twenty
Cats are (as of) now being counted in permanent italics
Mainstream media bloggers and the problem of my blogroll
Today I have been blogging elsewhere and also doing other things
Permanent Bold Disease strikes Brassneck
PID strikes Guido
Ducks - frogs - turtles – beavers – Galaxy Quest
Guido on Gordon
Stuff God Hates
Oddities and specialisms
An impulse posting about procrastination
PID hits DK
Kings Cross gasometer sunset travels 6000 miles
This is why I put stuff up here every day
Coffee House struggles with Permanent Italics Disease
Travis Perkins of Pimlico Road are not good at delivering timber
A blogger mutates towards being a journalist
The return of Friday cat-blogging
Instapundit succumbs to PID
Permanent italics disease at the Coffee House
The eloquence of the Bishop and a lady holding a big wheel
I love the internet
He is white and he is poking fun at himself
The white stuff
Obama a loser?
Posting with Jesus at the far end of the Kings Road
On hating and not hating commenters
Flat horse pictures
Not obviously but maybe …
Blogging – the end of the beginning
Now we aren’t allowed complete sentences in brackets
Facebook – not so social
Another don’t-get-it-right-get-it-written Samizdata posting
A bog standard (but rippling and therefore ultra-cool) tower soon to be built in Chicago
Engadget suffers from intermittent giant text disease
Treating the internet like the printing press
When the penny drops
Probably not right - but definitely written
November 15th 2007 resolution - good enough is good enough
What kind of blogger are you?
It’s the decline of old-school advertising that’s really hurting old-school journalism
The business of gadget blogging
She’s alive I tell you! Alive!
Blogging as thinking aloud
Breaking blog silence
Che Guevara was a murderer and your T-Shirt is not cool
The permanent italics disease
An education link
Rival demonstrations in Parliament Square
Alisher Usmanov is now better known for being nasty
Blogs are not cacophonous
Ideas and opportunities
Adriana and Ivan in Addis
When inimitable means very imitable
Splog is the new splig
Lots of links
Short picture of a long distance
Voluntary World 3: Transport Blog illustrates the Muggins principle
How compulsion deranges the spreading of ideas
I know the feeling
If they don’t get who they would have preferred then silly them
A movie about a typeface
Susie Bubble turns shopping into a job with her blog
Stupid Billion Monkeys!
The Great Global Warming Swindle debate now begins
Umbrellas and other gadgets
“I already knew most of what they were to try and teach me …”
Fat Man on a Keyboard
Susan Hill on not having to be up-to-the-minute about book blogging
It’s only a Billion Monkeys if you count mobile phones (and then it’s far more)
One man one blog
One Man and His Very Thin Blog
The future of music
Me on internet telly this evening with Andrew Ian Dodge
Blogging has arrived
ASI blog post deleted under fire
Superb Simon Hewitt Jones gig – and a couple of blogger gripes
Screwed by Google – and Google screwed by the kitten-bloggers?
What next for the virtuoso violinists? - Simon Hewitt Jones has some answers
Everyone in the world is not like me
Perry de Havilland on the thinking behind Samizdata
Spreading the word for free
Antoine says why he got the midterms wrong
Load - fire - howl in agony clutching foot
“Publish it in your Blog!”
Hands off the Net
Talking with Tim Evans about the Libertarian Alliance
Antoine Clarke and I don’t talk about elections
Grassy car with blog
Editing as falsifying
Me on 18 Doughty Street tonight
How blogging is making Conservatives more polite to each other
Thoughts on the Age of Google
Greatest hits – good idea
Blogging is filing for those who can’t
Blogging pause continues
29th and 14th
Latest Brian and Antoine mp3 - Middle East, Mexico, USA
Patrick and Brian mp3 about libertarianism and spreading libertarianism
The More4 news blog – I’m grateful but I’m also confused
Kristine writes down some of what Adriana said
Jeffrey Archer - blogger
Being real on digital
Adriana’s Thing mp3
Unpaid happiness is not misery but it is a step in that direction
Blogging takes longer than doing things - a picture - and why does a hot bath make me colder?
Latest Brian and Antoine mp3 on democracy etc. - UK, Latin America, China
“We are looking for a Cricket obsessive . . .”
The latest Brian and Antoine elections around the world mp3
Bashing on for Samizdata
This is Iain Dale’s seventh favourite non-aligned blog
On style and politics
Wichita line (and colour) man
It’s help Brian with his new computer time
They really were excellent
Election Watch podcast number three
How links have weakened the mainstream media
Quoted but not linked to
Blogging fun and blogging profit
The new comments arrangement – why and how
The Micklethwait Clock suffers
Flickr blog in and Flickrzen out
“What on earth gives every computer owner the right to exude his opinion, unasked for?”
The problem of long blog postings
Dr Robert Lefever
Another permanent link
Deep fried eyelids anyone?
“The Internet has also brought a new class of people into politics”
The return of the prodigal
He loved my book
Talking about my generation
The Great Gulf War?
AngloAustria joins the blogroll
Some ins and outs to and from the BrianMicklethwait.com blogroll
Very readable blog but rather unreadable links
I am not too clever
More about music bingeing
Welcome back and goodbye
And this blog is my blog of the day
Is sit-down comedy the new rock and roll?
A brief posting on causation and responsibility
What we eat but not what we say
The Micklethwait Clock is now back to being right
Perry and Adriana in the Guardian
“They needed one another”
This and that at 9.07am
When blog meant something different
The risk of not taking any risks
Cillit Bang made-up twat
What the …?
How can intelligent decent people be so badly mistaken? And did 9/11 make you more opinionated?
I’m seriously thinking of restarting Brian’s Education Blog and Brian’s Culture Blog
More on Katrina
A new word for a new menace
On short postings
Today I am going to break the record here for the number of postings in one day
Blowing Smoke all over old school advertising
On error correction
From now on I’m going to try to put something up here every day
The joy of blogrolling
Giving the blogs what they want