My Debug Bar

So, all you have to do is a) set up a virtual PC on your Intel Mac, then install the debug bar, and start browsing. The program has options to view pages, (like the crapped out one above) in IE 5.5, 6, 7, and 8.

I for one, feel pretty awesome about that.

Michael Jackson Flash Mob Tribute.

I just caught up with my old Blogher pal Melissa Gira's internetin', and my word she is the bomb-diddly.

Mostly for this excellent little tumbler Am I Flirting

30. If we make up a ridiculous company and keep the joke going?
29. If I throw a snowball at her?
28. If my nostrils flare

Although my favorite by miles is #25:

25. If I Write Terrible Poetry?

You are probably really rotten at writing poems. If children are being left behind in general education subjects, they’re being knocked out with sacks of doorknobs and left in junkyard tire-piles when it comes to poetry. But somewhere, deep down, the desire to use poetry for its intended purpose still stirs in even the most talentless amongst us. Its intended purpose is flirting.

Because we all share this basic understanding, don’t naively go giving poems away to gentlemen and ladies you don’t want to kiss. They will think you want to kiss them very much indeed.

In other news, according to Margaret Wente (My go to girl for controversial but not seriously annoying stance, for annoying I go to Ms. Blatchford.) or, according to health experts quoted in her column I am about 5 pounds shy of overweight? As if. This whole BMI thing seems mighty suspicious.

I had to borrow my room-mates coffee this morning and I gotta say his 'fair trade', 'organic', 'fancy-packaged' stuff is much better then my vacuum packed old-man playing chess outside espresso.

Uh, you know which serves as a kind of introduction to the following links. Since it can be demonstrated that my room-mate is kinna a 'hipster' (though more like a hippie-ster? He plays bike polo and likes charcuteries, and believes in local agriculture and has designer dirty jeans instead of just plain dirty jeans). And I am a cheap Jew, who likes to pay less then 4 dollars for espresso.

But both of us, even if we try to deny it, are somewhere in the universe of hipster, not skinny-jean wearing but certainly downtown-living irony embracing, Flight of the Conchord watching etc...

Which is why this article on Hipster Racism hurts. I have noticed in myself a lot of the tropes that the author suggests are a mask for racism. As in "I am so funny, and so *aware* that I cannot possibly be a racist as I make this hilarious racist joke."