I know your heads are just filled with campaign information, from the candidates and newspapers and radio and TV and even blogs. In the case there is a race or two you are still trying to decide about at the last minute, I offer this timely election graphic that should give you all you need to know to make up your mind.
I don't mind if somebody strains credulity a bit in passionate argument. But Rabbi Jonathan R. Katz, writing in the Journal Gazette this morning, really goes overboard in his zeal to push billboard restrictions in Fort Wayne. I concede his point that no one has proved how much signs add to the economic activity of the city.
And you thought public schools weren't turning out scholars:
At Beaverton's Westview High School, it'll take a bus to transport all 75 valedictorians to the Class of 2006 graduation ceremony.
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Is there a single person out there who is shocked by this?
The penny is being pinched by the rising cost of production.
It could now cost 1.4 cents for the U.S. Mint to make each penny.
The gasoline "crisis" has brought out the worst in everybody, including the ridiculous spectacle of craven Republicans shamelessly trying to outpander the Democrats. Investigate Big Oil! Give everybody a hundred bucks to tide them over! For the record, if that matters anymore, here's a pretty good breakdown from NPR of just where your gas money goes. It includes this surprisingly honest and accurate assessment:
I know many of you -- perhaps most -- will vote Tuesday in the primary you've always voted in. But maybe some of you are like me and vote in the primary that seems the most interesting or has a race or two you'd really like to express yourself on. It's usually not too difficult at the Allen County level -- Republicans have so much of a lock that I've seldom voted in the Democratic primary (there often being few contests in the first place). But I'm having trouble deciding which primary to vote in this year.
What a great idea:
BELLINGHAM, Wash. - Instead of enduring a day of inattention and spring fever, Bellingham Christian School declared a "sun day" and gave everyone the day off.
School administrators had told the students there would be no school on the first sunny day that hit at least 63 degrees. After Monday's forecast called for a high of 65, school was closed. The mercury actually hit 68, the National Weather Service reported.
You can't say the don't have priorities in Chicago:
Forget about skyrocketing gas prices, soaring property tax assessments and corruption that has federal investigators crawling all over City Hall. Chicago aldermen have a more pressing concern: foie gras.
Yesterday, we talked about good music -- picking one song from every year you've been alive to come up with a playlist for your life. Today, let's talk about the worst songs ever. CNN.com got 5,800 responses to its request to name the worst song of all time and compiled a top-five list (actually, it would be the bottom five, wouldn't it?). I don't quibble with the awfulness of the songs on the list they came up with:
5. "Seasons in the Sun" by Terry Jacks
When I hear "diploma mill," I think of people padding their resumes with phony college degrees. But this story refers to phony high schools:
News-Sentinel staffer Ryan Lengerich wrote a story about local blogging. Mitch Harper, a blogger mentioned in the story, did an immediate critique of it.
This is just an interesting post:
For her 36th birthday, a friend asked a favor: Name one great pop song for each year of her life. I added a rule of my own, not to choose more than one song by any one artist. If you're gong to make a mix tape, you've really got to mix it up. For my birthday, here are 37 of'em. We'll start in 1969 and work up to 2005.
My brain hurts. Sometimes, my head feels so full of stuff that I can't take in one new thing without losing one. Sorry I forgot your birthday, Sis, I had to remember who was running for county commissioner. I apologize for forgetting your name; I had to remember what "wiki" means:
Larry Bird wine? Can't wait to see the Journal Gazette's critics review it. Can't top this:
If athletes want their fans to support their ventures into wine making, they must insist each bottle truly captures who and what they are.
Well, this is just outrageous:
HUNTINGTON, Ind. Authorities in Indiana say they found cocaine hidden in the spines of two Bibles that a woman allegedly bought and tried to send to her husband in jail.
Anthony Duckworth, who's been in the Huntington County jail for months, and his wife, Amy, have been charged with two counts of trafficking with an inmate.
I know I find this sad because of my job, but I can't help feeling that others might also read it with a twinge of regret:
A young teen riding his bike at dawn reaches into his shoulder bag, grabs a tightly folded newspaper and deftly throws it to the front steps.
It's an image as American as apple pie, but the paperboy has gone the way of the milkman.
What a fun company this must be to work for:
Court records say the company's motivational practices began in the Hayward office, where sales teams competed, with the winners poking fun at the losers. The conduct included throwing pies at the losers, feeding them baby food, making them wear diapers and swatting their buttocks with a competitor's yard sign.
This all came to light in the court case in which a worker sued over the spankings. Obviously not a team player.
Just in case you think our polical campaigns sometimes get too personal:
Among the crowing, slurs and insults being flung around in Mexico's election race, campaign ads in this country are even competing over which candidate has the greatest manhood.
