I'd try this myself, but I expect that Huckleberry's revenge would be severe.

'Fess up—you've always wondered about that butter side down thing.

This online dialog between Neal Stephenson and the readers of <I>Slashdot</I> isn't new, but I'd never read it before. There's good stuff on money, copyright, and his three deathmatch battles with William Gibson.

<I>The Inquirer</I> goes medieval on DRM's butt. This rant is passionate and incandescent. Wish I'd said it, but linking to it is pretty satisfying, too.

San Francisco's wonderful Jon Carroll points us towards <I>Regret The Error</I>, a compendium of error correcting slugs that have run in newspapers and journals.

I link to this review of David Crystal's <I>How Language Works</I> not so much because it is deeply informative&mdash;I'm pretty sure I want to read it, but the review doesn't make that compelling a case&mdash;but rather because of my admiration at the way John Humphrys manages to work one of my favorite grammar jokes into the review.

Funny thing about carting a $1600 amplifier down these New York City streets during the evening rush: People just don't give a crap; they'll run you over. No problem. In fact, I was almost shown to that great, big listening room in the sky by an SUV (with Jersey plates, of course) just outside Herald Square. And try getting a $1600 CD player through the PATH station turnstiles; there's no special "Hi-Fi Entrance" down there. You're left to your own devices. I employed the lift and twirl method, but only after realizing that the push and shove method wasn't going to work.