happy new year ogged. it's been an up and down year, but -unf+ogged has been a good place to always get teh awesome.
Happy New Year's! Just three more years before stupid 200X glasses are history. Woo!
Happy New Year! to all you earlier time zoned people.
happy new year! i just spent the evening with a bunch of libertarians, and if i can come out of that having had a good time, 2006 looks okay.
Though lame, my new year's eve did involve some really good armagnac, so happy new year to all y'all.
It's been quite a year in our corner of blogdom, with all the real-life meetings, big fights, sappy reconciliations, threatened outings and lawsuits, and, of course,
Translation: par for electronicaland. Like blogs were going to be any fucking different.
another demonstration of Unfogged's power to silence yet another blogger, simply by adding a name to the sidebar.
Yet, somehow, you keep running off at the mouth (although Farber clearly has you beat hands down in a wind sprint).
Should we even wish for the new year to be as eventful?
Dull is good; happy is frequently dull.
And thanks again to everyone who reads and, especially, comments here--it would be a much better site if you'd all shut up, but we'd probably have less traffic.
Does anyone actually read the posts, as opposed to the comments?
that basic decency still has a chance. Tonight, at least, we can be happy for what hope we've got.
Fucking optimists. That's how we got into this fucking hole in the first fucking place.
For a pro forma post I rate it a B-. Happy New Year!
ash
['I elected to kick.']
Happy new year, all. Amusing new year's anecdote: my parents were supposed to go to the Kennedy Center tonight, but since my mom apparently can't read a calendar, she bought tickets for Dec. 30, thinking that was new year's eve. They discovered this shortly before they were to leave for the performance. So they just went out to dinner and saw a movie instead.
happy new year! from the one person in the world who went to bed early. I never saw 9 a.m. Jan 1 before. (7 am., yes, but from the other side.)
happy new years. i love sociable cities where, after about 500000 occupied cabs pass you by at 4:30am, you can just hail a citoyen passing in his car and he will let your friends and you pile in, after the offer of a little gas money. hope you are all awake and enjoying the new year's morning...
p.s. There is an important and intelligent article by Appiah in the NY Times magazine, popularizing (I hope) ideas that have been circulating around my discipline and related disciplines for some time but not yet really gotten out. If you are interested in politics, and the cultural inflections thereof, you will enjoy it.
or: http://www.nytimes.com/2006/01/01/magazine/01cosmopolitan.html
Happy new year, all. My new year involved a party with actual caviar (which I didn't try), cheap cheese on crackers, even cheaper champagne, and a home karoake machine which was very bad news for me and two of my friends who barely knew anybody, and instead of using our drunkness to talk to cute philosophy students, used it to do a fine rendition of, I think, Desperado.
Oops.
Happy New Year! Who was the victim of death by blogroll?
Also, the second half of the decade started on Jan. 1, 2005.
Not if the decade started on Jan. 1, 2001. Which it did.
That is a less plausible version of the theory that the millenium started on that day, a theory that I have decisively refuted.
instead of using our drunkness to talk to cute philosophy students
Wise decision. Since you claim not to be near me at the moment, you'd just have been wasting your time talking to less than optimally cute students anyway.
Sure, w-lfs-n, but even the wiles of a moderately cute philosophy student would have been better at that point than inexplicably spending at least 5 minutes listening to a very not-cute guy perform U Can't Touch This. Badly.
I approve of any definition of decade which consigns 1990 to the 80s, 1980 to the 70s, etc. Makes perfect sense!
Who was the victim of death by blogroll?
He didn't say blogroll, he said sidebar. So.
But is there anything in the sidebar that contains names other than the blogroll? Ah, the contributor's list. That makes sense.
s/b "contributors'" or "contributors," but which I don't know.
Alameida, who found the burden of being the token female on three different sites too onerous.
Which other two do you have in mind, John? The one where she's married to the other contributor, or the one she shares with Ezster and Maria, among others?
De re reports of Alameida's disappearance are much exaggerated; she still posts at some of those other sites, and adding her to the contributors list could hardly have reduced her posting here, since before then she didn't post here at all. (I am enforcing a post/comment distinction.) The NY Times Weddings blog shows at least a steep a dropoff after being added to the sidebar.
alameida's mia-dom notwithstanding, this blog is among the most nearly gender-balanced I've seen (among commenters, assuming people are what they purport to be). Which is something good. Happy new year, all.
Ezster was brought in as a relief pitcher after Almeida's arm gave out. Maria is not prolific either.
On her married site, she's the only female posting. Think of that -- the most productive man in the blog biz, a man whose very name has become an adjective meaning "copious" -- and one poor woman for balance.
Maria is not prolific either.
Comments on the state of that union seem inappropriate, Emerson.
As a Catholic she should have at least 6 kids by now.
One hates to spoil a good joke (actually one is chortling diabolically as one types), but she's Henry's sister, and I think not unioned.
Also, Emerson's understanding of the history of That Blog is inaccurate; the de-Googled Ezster McVie was a longtime member before Buckingham and Nicks were brought in as guests and then permanent members.
I wonder if the Stevie Nicks comparison will be enough to get Alameida to come out of limbo to kick my ass, or if it might even be taken as a compliment.
While I'm blathering off-topic, this might be a good time to point and laugh at Chopper, if he's reading.
Why is Henry having sex with his sister? It's probably a good thing that they don't have kids.
Almeida does not seem to be serious enough about helping liberal academics dodge charges of sexism.
Stevie Nicks is my dirty little musical secret, BTW. I really have always hated Topanga-Canyon-type music, but Stevie was so cute in her day, and her lyrics were so spacy, and I just like her voice.
PB Almeida has never to my knowledge been a front-page (or otherwise) poster on Unfogged.
Your guess might well be better than mine.
While I'm blathering off-topic, this might be a good time to point and laugh at Chopper, if he's reading.
How many more of these will I have to read as I slowly catch up with all that's been up?