You my Midga.
Roger Ebert has published a fascinating bit of correspondence between himself and Daniel Woodburn (a Little Person most known to me for his role on Seinfeld). Woodburn takes Ebert to task for using the word “midget,” and Ebert uses it as an excuse to educate himself and us on the history of the word. Did you know that historically “dwarfs” and “midgets” were entirely separate classifications of Little People? I sure didn’t. I admit, though, that I don’t perceive a lot of negative connotation in “midget,” but I’m willing to give the guy the benefit of the doubt.

Tapestry Craft Breaking News: The Noro is here. I repeat, THE NORO IS HERE. I just opened the box and did a little dance. It’s so purrrrrrty!

There’s a hole in the Internet.
Where can one find truly local news online? Yesterday when I left work, there was a big commotion up at Home Yardage. Albert and I stood in the street trying to see what was happening. “I think somebody’s under a bus,” a guy said. Whoa. Somebody got hit by a bus? Our stretch of York Street is pretty bad for pedestrians, what with the cars (and often delivery vans) parked along both sides and only one cross-walk in the middle of the block. As we drove to our squash lesson we were passed by numerous police cars and an ambulance. Here’s the thing though: I can’t find one single word about the accident online. Not a thing. I want to know what happened! The ABC doesn’t seem to have local Sydney news, only regional stuff for the country. The Sydney Morning Herald doesn’t have it; neither does News. The Transport Infoline sure as hell doesn’t have anything about it. So where can you hear truly local news in the city? Isn’t there even a police blotter? Or is this just something you can’t get in metropolitan areas?

Wow. After thirty years, Indiana is finally going on Daylight Savings.