You know things are going bad for the president when he can't escape his problems on reality TV. The CBS series Kid Nation gave each of its 40 contestants, children aged 8 to 14, a chance to answer the question "Who are some of the worst presidents and why?"
Here's the response that Sophia, a 14-year-old Florida teen, posted on the CBS web site:
I think George W. Bush takes the cake. The planet is disintegrating, we’re fighting an unnecessary war, millions are without health care, the school system has gone down the toilet, the country is billions of dollars in debt, the world seems to be headed on a path towards destruction, and America’s hypocrisy is mocked by many nations. I think that merits recognition.
Several of the other kids also ripped into Bush, including one nine-year-old who said he's read Al Gore's An Inconvenient Truth.
Via Rafe Colburn
Bored with what his RSS reader has been feeding him, Kent Newsome is rebuilding his reading list from scratch using the recommendations of others. He's asked me to suggest five blogs, which is a good excuse to pimp some sites I follow that deserve a bigger audience.
Retrospectacle, a blog by neuroscience postgraduate student Shelley Batts, consistently finds great stories in science before the mainstream media. She won a blogging scholarship last year and answers questions I didn't realize I wanted to know, like why do fireflies bioluminesce?
Sharkbitten is Todd Smith's blog on Americana music, a genre of earthy, blues-inspired rock that claims Johnny Cash, Neil Young, Todd Snider and Tom Waits, along with Smith's own Doc Wheat. As someone who doesn't turn on the radio any more for fear I might hear music, I appreciate Smith's search for life beyond the monotonous same-song dreck on FM. He's also a fellow Jacksonville local whose wife is the Tiger Woods of kindergarten teachers.
James Robertson's Smalltalk Tidbits, Industry Rants has become one of my favorite tech blogs. Though he writes a lot about Smalltalk as part of his job as product manager for Cincom Smalltalk, and I no speaka the language, Robertson's an incisive observer of the tech industry who finds interesting nuggets on other sites without obsessing over every tiny tempest that gets the Underoos of other techbloggers all bunched up.
Self Made Minds by Al Carlton and Scott Jones covers how to make money publishing web sites. The subject matter is baldly mercantile, but it's not shady get-rich-quick stuff. There's a brisk business these days in buying fixer-upper web sites, improving them and selling them. If you'd like to figure out what your own sites might be worth and whether you're missing revenue opportunities, this is a good place to start.
Jeff Rients writes the best blog on the planet about roleplaying games and comics. Some people might shudder at that recommendation, but I spent every weekend during my teen years as a dungeon master -- and not the cool kind. Rients digs up obscure, bizarre and unspeakably horrible old games and comics, obsessing over things like the origin of the bulette and one panel of ROM SpaceKnight issue 24.
I could go on, because I've been engaging in my own effort to look outside the usual suspects for infotainment. But these five bloggers are a good start. To steal a favorite saying from Rients, everything they touch turns to awesome.
I've added a MySQL database to Weblog-Pinger, my weblog update notification class library for PHP, so that it can track ping attempts and keep from hitting the same server too often.
Some notification services reject pings sent too frequently. When I was the king of pings for six months in 2005, Weblogs.Com rejected pings sent more frequently than once per half-hour. If you try to ping Ping-O-Matic too often today, you get the error message "Pinging too fast. Slow down cowboy. Please ping no more than once every 5 minutes."
The Drudge Retort uses Weblog-Pinger to send a ping to Ping-O-Matic, Technorati and Weblogs.Com whenever a new story hits the front page or site members update their blogs. Until this release, I haven't limited the frequency of pings.
Perhaps as a consequence, I'm having trouble getting Technorati to index the Retort. I ping the site and get back a successful response, but Technorati last accepted a Retort post 155 days ago and the Drudge Retort page on Technorati claims the blog doesn't exist.
It looks like Technorati is intentionally ignoring the pings in the mistaken belief that the Retort is a splog (spam blog). Technorati did some spring cleaning in March to detect and remove more splogs, which are a huge problem in the blogosphere. Technorati's a useful tool to find responses to your weblog posts and let other bloggers know you've linked to them. Being omitted from the index is a revoltin' development.
Weblog-Pinger, which is open source code released under the GPL, won't send a ping more than once per five minutes to any server for any URL.
Portfolio magazine blogger Jeff Bercovici thinks a recent magazine article drove Matt Drudge off the radio:
Matt Drudge is quitting his radio show, and, while he won't say why, I have a guess. Could it be that the secretive internet news czar feels overexposed after his recent profile by Philip Weiss in New York magazine? Although the piece was a write-around, Weiss was able to create the feel of an interview by quoting extensively from Drudge's on-air musings.
I emailed Drudge for comment but, big surprise, haven't heard back. Meanwhile, a rep for Premiere Radio Networks says it had nothing to do with the New York story: "He departed the radio business to focus on his website and other endeavors."
Weiss, in spite of being snubbed in his interview requests, used Drudge's radio show and old court documents to dig deep into his personal life.
If you read the piece, you'll see that Drudge has become much more publicity averse and reclusive in the last decade. Even Andrew Breitbart, a longtime pal who edits the Drudge Report in the afternoons (along with his own news site), told the reporter he hasn't spoken to Drudge in a year.
Twenty four hours after the story hit the web, Drudge removed the link to his radio show from the Drudge Report, according to Rego Park, a blogger who follows his career. Around 10 days later, news broke that he was quitting and a new host had been hired for the 325 stations that air Drudge's Sunday night show.
We returned this summer to Lake Keowee, a remote man-made lake in western South Carolina that offers ideal conditions for recreational boating, swimming and camping. The lake's not too crowded, the water's clean and never too cold, and you're only a half hour from Clemson University, a great college town. I'm not a happy camper, but the conditions at Keowee are unnaturally nice. We stayed nearly a week and no one among our group of 15 reported a single mosquito bite, even without lathering up with insect repellant.
The lack of mosquitos is apparently a side effect of the other memorable thing about Keowee. The lake's on the shore of the Oconee Nuclear Station.
Apparently, the nuclear power plant -- which features the same reactor design as Three Mile Island -- recirculates so much of the 18,500-acre lake's water for cooling purposes that mosquitos have no place to lay eggs.
This picture was taken by Harriet Freeman, a South Carolinan who gave me permission to run it on Workbench. One minute you're puttering around by boat through isolated coves with huge lakefront homes, getting away from it all, and then you cross a line of trees and find yourself looking with silent awe at an imposing concrete monument to human engineering capabilities.
In a worst-case scenario study of Oconee conducted in 1997, the Nuclear Regulatory Commission concluded that a radiation release from a spent fuel storage facility could result in 16,800 deaths within a 50-mile radius of the plant and 28,900 deaths within 500 miles, rendering 156 square miles around the plant as uninhabitable.
This would, of course, completely ruin a campout.
The accepted wisdom at Lake Keowee is that Clemson University regularly monitors the lake and air around Oconee, judging it safe. But talking to a cashier at Bi-Lo supermarket isn't quite as scientifically rigorous as a peer-reviewed study, so I'm left wondering how safe it is to bask in Keowee's abnormally pleasant waters.
Oconee regularly releases tritiated water into Lake Keowee -- radioactive water that forms when oxygen molecules bond with tritium instead of hydrogen. There's no way to filter this water out of ordinary H20, apparently, but tritium's a naturally occuring element that we all get as background radiation. One pro-nuke blogger says tritiated water is "60 times less radioactive than orange juice."
Before next summer, I'd like to have a much better idea of whether I'm exposing myself to recreational carcinogens when I visit a place that's fast becoming one of my favorite spots on Earth. If anyone has experience assessing the risk factors in taking a nuclear family vacation, I could use your advice.
A St. Petersburg, Fl., city councilman resigned today amid reports that the police are investigating him for allegedly molesting three of his children. The media outlet that broke the story, Tampa Bay's FOX TV affiliate, described it in this manner:
City Councilman John Bryan abruptly resigned his post Friday amid accusations he had a sexual relationships with three of his adopted children.
The media has a bad habit of using the terms "sexual relationship" or "affair" in cases like this, as if the only thing wrong about the situation was the age of one party. Here's another egregious example from a FOX station in Arizona:
An ongoing sexual affair with a 9-year-old girl has landed a school bus driver in jail tonight. He now faces charges of child molestation.
The bus driver's a 63-year-old man. Child molestation is not an affair or a relationship. It's a crime. The media should stop couching such atrocities in language that implies the victims consented to sex
Bill Muller, one of my long-ago colleagues from the student newspaper at UT-Arlington, died yesterday at age 42 after a year-long battle with cancer. The Arizona Republic, where he worked the past seven years as the film critic, does a good job of covering his many accomplishments in journalism. Muller was an investigative reporter before he became a critic, and his paper editorializes today about why he was so good at it:
But above all else, Bill Muller was a great journalist because he was ... well, charming.
True to his Southern roots, he was a disarming, engaging raconteur of a newspaperman. Countless Arizona and national political figures over the years have opened the pages of The Republic and found themselves wondering slack-jawed how that clever Muller fellow got them to admit such things. And on the record, no less.
I didn't know Muller well, even back then, but he was one of those people who filled a room -- a big stocky dude with an even larger personality. Never shy about sharing an opinion, he had a booming laugh that could loosen fillings. At an intensely competitive school paper where everybody thought they were going to grow up and win Pulitzers -- and three of them were right -- Muller was one whose career I most expected to live up to his ego. And it did.
There's a Legacy.Com guestbook where some friends and colleages are sharing their remembrances.