Category Archives: Seeds and Stems

It Might Be Spam If…


…you receive an email like this:

Dear ____________ ,

Recently I viewed your resume online, and I felt you would be an excellent candidate for an opening we are trying to fill based on your Industrial background. A brief job description about the Construction Laborer vacancy is included.

Construction Laborer

Competitive Salary

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A Speech On Life By David Foster Wallace


Because here’s something else that’s true. In the day-to-day trenches of adult life, there is no such thing as atheism. There is no such thing as not worshipping. Everybody worships. The only choice we get is what to worship. And an outstanding reason for choosing some sort of god or spiritual-type thing to worship – be it JC or Allah, be it Yahweh or the Wiccan mother-goddess or the Four Noble Truths or some infrangible set of ethical principles – is that pretty much anything else you worship will eat you alive. If you worship money and things – if they are where you tap real meaning in life – then you will never have enough. Never feel you have enough. It’s the truth. Worship your own body and beauty and sexual allure and you will always feel ugly, and when time and age start showing, you will die a million deaths before they finally plant you. Read the rest of this entry

Atlanta Hurricane Chasers


Expectant dad Amani Channel is geared-up and off to SC with his freelance co-hort, Mario. Amani’s wife is not real happy about all this gallivantin’ around, not with her looming due date. (See video.) But what’s a freelance TV-type to do? It’s hurricane season; make hay while the sun shines. You can follow Amani and Mario’s excellent weather-related adventures via Amani’s Tweets on Twitter here. Amani’s live-streaming channel on is here.

Only A Matter Of Time


Not only a matter of time before a baby comes, but before someone live-streamed their own personal baby download. That feed can be found here if you want to click-on that reindeer game!

Destroying Entire Industries Is Hard Work!


Craig Newmark (yes, the list dude) takes a moment off his tootsies to get a massage at the HuffPo’s Oasis lounge at the Democratic National Convention today. Blogging and hanging with the Power Dems and destroying newspapers singlehandedly is a TON of hard work. Take a load off, Craig. You’ve earned it!

The NEW National Enquirer Is The HuffPo


Supermarket tabs ain’t got nothin’ on celeb news and views at HuffPo lately.

Defending Georgia’s Indefendable


Why pollster Matt Towery goes well out of his way to champion Georgia’s two most utterly loathsome political creatures, Ralph Reed and now Newt Gingrich, is beyond me. No, it’s not really beyond me, but it’s just icky. Talk about sniffing around the tainted goods. From Towery, writing today for Southern Political Report:

If John McCain and the GOP want to thank someone for helping turn around what seemed a dead-in-the-water campaign in a matter of weeks, they can thank former House Speaker Newt Gingrich. Gingrich chose not to enter the 2008 presidential race, but his decision to use his “think tank” American Solutions organization to push for a “Drill Here, Drill Now” petition back in the spring is likely the source of John McCain’s miraculous rebound in the polls.

How stupid does Newt Gingrich still think we are? That we’ll fall for that good ‘ole empty-rhetoric bullshit and Rovian-style spin about Drill Here. Drill Now. As stupid as an arm-waving, hallucinating, religion-addled evangelical, the kind who get all glassy-eyed and foamy at the mouth (and mind) when John McCain responds to Pastor Rick Warren’s question about what in the gosh darn heck are we gonna do with Mr. Evil? Why Defeat it! of course, busted out a dogma-tarted-up McCain that fateful night on Saddleback Mountain. But I diverge…

John Stewart’s take on all that Drill Here. Drill Now yadayadayada is below. There’s absolutely no way I could say it better.

As for Republican campaign stalker Ralph Reed, the bad date that won’t go away for McCain, other than the new Obama ad running in Georgia painting him (Reed), whew, finally as the stinky cheesey shuckster he really is, I direct your attention yet again to… The Book of Ralph. One read says it all. Or just let Brother Bill Maher preach you the gospel for a few. (Always my preferred reality delivery device.)

And that, Mr. T, is the reality of how our peach-flavored tainted political goods play in the new political media powerhouse – the netroots political media comedy nation.

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Pity. I Alway Liked Cokie Roberts.


Another one bites the dust. Don’tcha just hate it when your news idols get toppled? I’ve always liked Cokie Roberts’ political commentary. Since I was a teenager practically, as she’s been around giving political commentary that long I think. Hell, she was one of the very women in political media whom I admired so much that such admiration and respect helped set me on a road, long long ago, of seeking my own media fortune. (Still seeking, needless to say.)

But now, Cokie sounds like just another bloviating, near-idiot DC pundit on TV. She actually makes (see video) a statement that Hawaii, vacation capitol of America, was too “foreign and exotic” for Obama to have vacationed in. That he needed to go to… Myrtle Beach, South Carolina! WTF?

Like Cokie would ever step foot in that place. No one deserves to have to go to Myrtle Beach, South Carolina. The only person who should ever be forced into hell/Myrtle Beach is Sas Gordon-Walker. Her latest Myrtle Beach-accounting-for is here.

Just how Wal-Mart-stupid does Cokie think we are out here? I went to Myrtle Beach once. Once. Ok, twice maybe. Never again.

Although, come to think of it, the thought of Obama and Michelle shaggin’ on The Strand does make me giggle. Talk about your “foreign and exotic!”

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No Twitter for Hitler


Shoot, any MSM news on-air “talent” (network and local) worth their inflated salary and ego can throw a worse hissy fit than this. You learn real early on in a newsroom to duck when those old 3/4″ tape boxes start flying.

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OK To Cheat On Your Wife IF You’ve Been Beaten and Tortured


This whole Who’s Affair Is Valid And Who’s Is Not stuff is getting… almost as bad as the shenanigans at the AJC!

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Too Beautiful To Look At


There really should be an award… for Most Ice-Romantic Cool Person Ever On The Planet. Paul Weller would take it all. (Since of course Jack Lord, RIP, has passed on from this place.)

Those Wacky Kids In The Tubes


This did make me LOL! Mystery blog here. Send info on owner/operator if you’ve got it.

Jon Stewart Post-Morts The John Edwards Nightline Interview. Priceless.


I can’t stop watching this. It’s just that good. And be sure to look for the money shot of W getting a little back touch action in on those beach volley ball gals while at the Games, shot of course by Twitter’s finest, that global phenom… NewMediaJim.

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Change? It Begins With Gay Marriage


Since we live under a large media peach pit here in Georgia, most other media are busily embracing the reality of gay marriage this week. “Change” is indeed the operative sentiment underfoot in America when traditional, and I do mean traditional, media are beginning to portray gay marriage in, gasp, actual human terms. From citizen journalist, Dan Treul, writing for OffTheBus:

On a day when the Obama campaign announced the appointment of Brian Bond and Dave Noble to its high-level national election team — both men prominent advocates for the LGBT communities — there was another signal perhaps of the readiness around the country for change, even across the stereotypically staid Midwest. On the heels of news coming from California, newspapers here showed a restrained objectivity toward– and, in some cases, excitement about — gay marriage, an issue that only years ago was considered taboo. Even papers owned by the traditionally conservative-leaning Gannett Co. dedicated considerable column inches to the matter, and more significantly, in a decidedly non-provocative manner.

Full column here. One must assume the once-great culture tea leaf readers, such as Newty G, are scribbling all kinda footnotes to that Contract With America about right now. My suggestion? Let’s hope fear-mongering on the right as a campaign strategy continues. Step it up even! Bring it on! Nowadays, in this wired and fired nation of ours, such nonsense provides terrific material – for the folk who know how to use computers.

The Passing of a Georgia Legend


I was hired for my first paying journalism gig, many moons ago, by a colleague of Hamilton Jordan’s from their White House years. At the time, Jordan’s name literally rang throughout Georgia, in those post-Carter years when all the Carter Administration were dispersed back home to Georgia to take-up powerful positions in politics and media and business.

I didn’t know the great man personally, although I’ve heard so many tall tales by now I feel like I do. So I’ll let Matt Towery tell the story and the fitting goodbyes.

It was a friend telling me that Hamilton Jordan, former chief-of-staff to Jimmy Carter, had finally lost a valiant, graceful, powerful battle against cancer. The phone just kept ringing after that. With no television, no phones, no Internet, I did what came natural to me. I drove to my office where there was power and wrote this column.

I understand that in the past few decades we have become such a polarized nation that it is impossible to extol the virtues of someone associated with a former Democratic president, particularly an active and often colorful former president such as Jimmy Carter, without immediately upsetting the most partisan of readers. Well, get over it. Hamilton Jordan taught a lot of lessons.

Full obit here.

Dolphins Don’t Belong In A Goddamn Museum


I’m sorry, Bernie. I love you to death. Working for you and your go-go company for all those years was a win-win for all involved. I made you lots of really boring, but nice-to-look-at videos and broadcasts; you gave me lots of money and stock options in return. What’s not to like? And I’ve enjoyed your marvelous fish tank downtown on many occasions. I even buy the annual pass and take relatives from out of town to stand around and gape at your marine goodies.  

But dolphins don’t belong in downtown Atlanta.  They’ll either get jacked-up by a thug or panhandled until they’re totally pissed off. Stop this dolphin nonsense before I come down there with some signs and a video crew, dammit.

Blog To The Death


Blogging – only the strong survive. From today’s NYT:

They work long hours, often to exhaustion. Many are paid by the piece — not garments, but blog posts. This is the digital-era sweatshop. You may know it by a different name: home.

A growing work force of home-office laborers and entrepreneurs, armed with computers and smartphones and wired to the hilt, are toiling under great physical and emotional stress created by the around-the-clock Internet economy that demands a constant stream of news and comment.

Of course, the bloggers can work elsewhere, and they profess a love of the nonstop action and perhaps the chance to create a global media outlet without a major up-front investment. At the same time, some are starting to wonder if something has gone very wrong. In the last few months, two among their ranks have died suddenly.

Full story here.

Trash Atlanta


Crime was up 11% in Atlanta during 2007. Easy criminal pickin’s out there, considering I walked the dog this morning and found two separate households within two blocks setting-out their Steal My Big-Ass New TV Now! signs:



The Great Speckled Tower



“Just Go Now, Before It’s Too Late!”


Damn you Tania. Just because you had to go and crow about what a totally awesome gift your mom gave you for your birthday (my mom gave me a crucifix bookmarker), I’ve now wasted a good hour on YouTube watching that ultimate soap opera, Dark Shadows. (I bet Tania had a TV and everything as a kid, and even got to watch Dark Shadows in real-time. So unfair.) For payback, I’m going to make MM readers now do the same.