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If You Want People To Read Your Tumblr (Or Any Blog, Really)

Go to your dashboard, click on "customize," click on "advanced," and uncheck this box:

To not do so is the 2008 equivalent of having a splash page.

(Oh, snap!)

Note: there's some confusion. I mean UNcheck the box so those who read the internet in RSS don't forever associate you with disappointment.

 

Just So You Know, I'm "Boycotting" WNYC's New Morning Show, "The Takeaway"

So last summer, a good friend of mine who I'll call "Michelle" saw a job listing for writers for a new NPR PRI morning show (nullus on the title of the job listing.) She was applying, and because she knew I was keeping an eye out at the time, she sent it to me and encouraged me to apply too (a typical example of the kind of generosity that should be typical but isn't in media. Michelle, though made ungoogleable here for obvious current-job reasons, is awesome.)

Once

I'm not saying that "Once", as a series of moving pictures on a screen, isn't better than 99% of the movies released theatrically in 2007, I'm just saying that it's not a real movie because NOTHING HAPPENS. Two kind of boring looking people meet and fall in love and sing songs and everything is great and then it's over. There's never any real conflict or emotional stakes. It's just a really long, good music video for songs you won't hate if you don't hate Coldplay. The one about the boat is pretty catchy. But that's it. So just stop.

Late Afternoon Low Blood Sugar Report PART II: STILL LOW

1. Pay $30 to have your favorite old tshirt turned into underwear! OR: take a Sharpie and write "Built to Spill" on a pair of $4 underwear and give $26 to Oxfam.

2. I'm always having "me too!" conversations with other people who loathe the word "piece." It's nice to know no less authority than Patton Oswalt agrees.

The Late Afternoon Low Blood Sugar Report

If an Improve Everywhere annual no pants event occurs on the subway and only the 900 pantsless participants were there to see it, does anyone have an unforgettable moment of spontaneous wonder and joy?