Hello, can you hear me now?

It was Kevin who tipped me off to the World Map feature on Site Meter. I’d never looked at that until this week, and it was amazing to me. In the course of this week I’ve had visitors from New Zealand, Australia, Singapore, the Philippines, the Ivory Coast, Iran, Pakistan, the United Arab Emirates, Germany, Belgium, Spain, the UK and the distant and exotic land of Canada. (Does anyone know how you say, “Hey, y’all” in Farsi?)

Granted, just about all of these came to me as a result of Google searches, and may have stayed only long enough to say, “Vas ist das scheisse?” but it’s still kind of cool that I have the potential to create an international incident any time I sit down at the computer.

To paraphrase Satchmo, “What a wonderful World(wide web)!”

Crunchy beets: cargo ship crashes into wall of Duluth ship canal

The Duluth Shipping News has a series of photos of an incident this afternoon where the Dutch ocean-going ship Vlieborg veered into the canal wall while approaching the Aerial Lift Bridge. The Vlieborg was departing Duluth with a load of beets. No injuries have been reported, though there were a number of tourists near the wall when the crash occurred.

For some time now I’ve enjoyed looking in on the Shipping News site periodically. The editor, Ken Newhams, keeps a running log of the ships in port along with folksy news of what’s happening in the vicinity. The best part, however, is his excellent photography. He does an terrific job of capturing and communicating life in and around the harbor in all kinds of weather. The people, the ships, the storms, the tourists are all there and he has extensive archives you can browse. I find his slide shows from the November 2001 and 2003 storms especially fascinating.

Go check out the site, but keep your eyes peeled for runaway beet boats!

Varifrank’s first blogiversary

I somehow missed this, which is strange because I rarely go a weekday without visiting his blog, but Varifrank’s one year blogging anniversary was August 15. His post on the subject is an interesting story on why he started and the lessons he’s learned (some fun and some not) in that time, as well as describing some exciting opportunities that have opened up for him as a result.

His is one of the most distinctive and informative voices in the blogosphere and if you’re not clicking him regularly you really, really ought to.

Happy Blogiversary, Varifrank!

“Illustrious” new blog

A co-worker pointed me toward a new Minnesota-based blog, Cedric’s Blog-o-Rama.

Cedric is a young, soon-to-be-married, freelance illustrator and artist. His site is a breezy take on the fun and challenges of his job and the joys of his faith and being engaged. I’m not sure of his politics, but he is liberal in his use of illustrations on the site. His art is bright and cheery, and you may even recognize some of his work from displays at the Mall of America.

Here’s a post he offered to comic book fans about Fanboy radio:

One of the great things about freelancing is that you get to work at home and be your own boss. One of the not so great things is that it can get quite lonely. You miss having other artists around to talk to, joke around with, and be inspired by. So I was really excited this morning when I stumbled upon Fanboy Radio. It’s a two-hour radio program dedicated to discussing comics and interviewing people in the industry. Airings have included interviews with Mike Wieringo, John Byrne, and Stan Lee just to name a few. For only 75ยข each you can download episodes as podcasts. For me It’s like a breath of fresh air to hear such accomplished artists discussing their work, sharing their ideas, or just kidding around. It’s not the same as having a live person to talk to, but at least I get to hear the voices of other artists in my studio (even if it is through my computer speaker). And not just any artists, but accomplished professionals whose work challenges and inspires me. So if you love comics and you’re looking for something fun to listen to, check out Fanboy Radio.

Check it out!

Mini-vacation

Rainy days and blog days always get me down.

Well, not really. I’m starting to get a rhythm to this blog thing, or at least a tempo I feel I can maintain while eating up the miles. But somedays my mental blogging jog somehow leaves the paths of scenic opportunity and insight and I find I’m in a dead-end alley with nothing to look at but trash and recycling. As the day drags on without something piquant and pithy to post the alley seems to get darker and narrower.

Ah, but then a timely glimmer of light such as this funny pamphlet, What Everyone Should Know About Blog Depression (HT: Sandy at The MAWB Squad). It’s a parody, I think, but as often happens, the parody reveals the truth. And the truth will make you free. I read it and realized that while I want to post every day, I don’t have to! It’s my blog! So I’m not going to post today! Hey, nonny, nonny!

Oh, I guess I already have. Oh well, I’m taking the next 7 or 8 hours off anyway, and I already feel refreshed!

Please don’t be disappointed, dear reader. For today’s amusement I heartily encourage you to read the very entertaining and provocative Gettysburg ghost-stories and commentary here and here. (HT: Amy Ridenour’s National Center Blog). Just the thing for a gloomy day!

See you tomorrow.

Both eyes open doesn’t help if your head is in your…

Today’s StarTribune features a commentary by David Brooks that highlights many positive societal changes since the early 90s that suggest America is becoming more virtuous. For example, family violence, violent crime, violence by teens, drunk driving fatalities, hard liquour consumption, teen pregnancy, abortions, the number of children living in poverty, divorce rates and teen suicide are all declining. It’s strange that I haven’t seen the front page headlines about these trends, but if the Strib let this story run then it must be true.

But wait, out of their commitment to providing fair and balanced perspective, the Strib’s editorial staff had to weigh in as well with an editorial entitled “Moral revival: Not with both eyes open”. After first calling our attention to Brooks’ column “on the opposite page” (um, oh yeah, the right hand page) they note, “With one eye open, he runs through a litany of good news.” This is followed by a flying “but”-monkey bigger than anything in the Wizard of Oz: “These are indeed wonderful trends to celebrate. And, as Brooks suggests, they are part of an improved climate of private virtue. But Brooks sees only half the picture. If he opened his other eye — his eye on public virtue — his claims of a clear moral revival would quickly blur.”

The editorial then launches into a series of rhetorical questions, which means they weren’t really expecting responses (easy to do when you’re a one-way medium). Well, in my best Samuel L. Jackson voice, “Allow me to retort.”

Update:

Doug at Bogus Gold has more commentary on this editorial.

From the deepest deep and the highest high, good news

For those holding their breath right along with the crew of Russian submariners trapped 600 feet below the surface, last Sunday’s rescue was a welcome relief. Similarly, today’s safe return of the space shuttle Discovery after unprecedented in-flight repairs brought more good news to the headlines. Somewhere between these hard-won triumphs in the depths of the ocean and the reaches of space there is room for perspective.

Men and women today are so accustomed to the technology and inspiration behind our modern miracles such as cell phones and iPods that we’re almost blind to the wonder of it all. Then when extreme scenarios present themselves we again stand in awe of the capabilities available to us. Such awe would easily lead to arrogance when it appears that there is nothing we can’t do, but for the memories of other subs and other shuttles that did not return. Our human ingenuity seems barely able at times to stay ahead of our human ignorance. We can conceive of things in a way that borders on the Divine, while the Devil remains in the details.

We stumble and trip, then breakthrough and soar, going from saying, “What were they thinking?” to “Imagine that!”

Inside a distant and mysterious land

I’ve seen some interesting information on other blogs and web sites about the distant and mysterious land that my wife and daughter recently visited. This news verifies much of what they witnessed.

Go here to see signs of the times and the writing on the wall and other places.

Here’s something that might make you wonder what this country might do with 33 million unmarried, surplus males between the ages of 15 and 34.

The seeds of an answer to that question may be found at this post from Apprehension.

It’s gone to my head

Yes! The Night Writer logo is up and lookin’ good! Special thanks to drjonz over at the Attic for the housecall in getting this implanted! And where would I be without the lovely and talented Night Visions who created the logo in the first place? With all this inspiration I feel a few more tweaks coming on to improve the look of this site.

Update:

The good drjonz is trying some different things with the size of the logo. The image may look a little funny now and then while we refine the layout. Other renovations will be going on over the weekend which may make the site look a little rough at times. Pardon the dust!

Please, if it’s not too late, make it a cheeeese-burger

I like mine with lettuce and tomato
Heinz 57 and french fried potatoes
Big kosher pickle and a cold draft beer
Well good God Almighty which way do I steer for my
Cheeseburger in paradise

That’s Jimmy Buffett’s idea of a good cheeseburger. Jeremy Iggers has a few ideas of his own (HT: Mitch Berg). I’m rather an aficionado myself (which may have something to do with my last post). Here are a few memorable meaty moments:

Cheeseburger in a skyway: L. Philips at 5th and Marquette, Minneapolis. Big, sloppy-looking, hand-formed burger just like Mom used to make. Hard to beat the classic bacon-cheeseburger, but the Jamaican and Cajun variations are also great. Nice fries, too.

Cheeseburger near a fly-way: Lion’s Tap, near Flying Cloud airport. Haven’t been down that way for maybe 20 years, but I remember these burgers. Great seasonings and a moist bun in a funky setting.

Best Cheeseburger that ought to come with a warning: I’ve had the Juicy Lucy (cheese and onions sealed between two patties) at Matt’s, but I really liked the ones at Adrian’s, another South Minneapolis bar that we’d hit after softball games. I gave up a lot of tissue from the inside of my mouth to those babies. Hurts so good!

Best Cheeseburger in London: Another burger blast-from-the-past. A long time ago I spent a semester in England and it was hard to find a good cut of meat by itself, at least on a student’s budget. After a month of dubious meat pies and pasties we made it to the Hard Rock Cafe where they actually had a char-broiled burger that tasted like a real American hamburger. Ambrosia! Moans and whimpers went around the table as we let the juicy goodness roll over our tongues and tonsils (which may have been the chief ingredients of other English “meat” fare we’d had). Unfortunately the Budweiser I ordered to go with it came from the Czechoslovakian brewery of the same name.(And the worst hamburger in London was from a Wimpy’s, which, despite the American name, always tasted funny – and this was pre-Mad Cow).

Best Trivia Cheeseburger: Keegan’s. I tied into one of these last week and it went down even easier than Terry’s questions. I may just have to have another tonight when Night Visions and Tiger Lilly rejoin the group on the patio. (And I’ll award a trivia point to anyone who knows where I got the headline for this post.)

Current Fave: I’m a big fan of the burgers at Red Robin, where I usually get the peppercorn or Blue Cheese versions. Finally tried the Royal last time: a week’s worth of protein in every bite! Burger, smoked bacon and a fried egg on a bun. Add in the bottomless bucket of french fries (the thick, wide kind like Wendy’s used to do) and you can see why the place ought to offer valet parking for ambulances.

Least favorite: White Castle. Yeah, they smell good, especially after bar-closing. And they’re really cute. So is a Pekinese, but it doesn’t mean I want to eat one.