And the blog post begins with...
By the time I fished the three pounds of pork hunks from the lard and stacked them on the cutting board, far more guests had arrived than I had originally planned.
The internets (or at least those who code for it) are a bit of a buzz at the latest browser usage numbers. Internet Explorer is at 69% and Firefox is at 21%. This is good news.
The best part for me though (and how I realized this trend without having to see the numbers) was that in general conversation more people knew what Firefox was. A couple years ago, most of the population assumed the internet was only accessed through IE and when I asked them what browser they were using I got a look of utter confusion. No more.
Happy days.
PS: Chrome has become my default browser because of its speed and fewer bugs than FF. I kinda like IE7 but not having spell check as default makes no sense.
The popular search engine Google announced plans Friday to launch a new site, TheGoogle.com, to appeal to older adults not able to navigate the original website's single text field and two clearly marked buttons.
The whole Onion article is gold, gold I tell you.
Here's my question that I would like smarter people than me provide an answer to.
Can you build such a strong brand that it actually hurts you?
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Well, I said I was going to read "And the Hippos Were Boiled in Their Tanks
" for the title alone. And I did. My quick review, it was worth the read only after learning about the full story behind the book.
If you're a fan of or are interested in learning more about Kerouac and Burroughts it's worth the read. If you are looking for a good crime novel look elsewhere.
The first two paragraphs of the NYT review sums it up well for me.
The best thing about this collaboration between Jack Kerouac and William S. Burroughs is its gruesomely comic title: “And the Hippos Were Boiled in Their Tanks,” a phrase the two writers said they once heard on a radio broadcast about a circus fire.
The novel itself, a sort of murder mystery written in 1945 when the authors were unpublished and unknown, is a flimsy piece of work — repetitious, flat-footed and quite devoid of any of the distinctive gifts each writer would go on to develop on his own.
All the reviews are pretty similar. Good as piece of historical documentation but bad as piece of literature.
See:
The Guardian Review
The Boston Phoenix Review
Behold, the blog post that made me Google how far Rumney, NH (my sister place of residence) is from Portsmouth, NH. (The answer is a little under 2hr drive)
