A new month, a mostly-new season, but more of the same old thing. Next person who asks the reason for my longevity, I’m going to point to this category and remind him that dead horses seldom object to the beatings.

is she into me or not:  Not. If she were into you, you’d have no time for Google.

sob ordinance crown point:  It is time for you to stop all of your sobbing.

dating “the women i like” “san francisco”:  There doesn’t seem to be much point in dating women you don’t like.

rush ruled under satan’s hand:  Or, more contemporary and just as believable: Hinder — “How I Need Dorks Enjoying Recordings.”

voters on hotenough.org are jealous and vote low:  Because nothing induces envy like a low-resolution photograph of someone you’ll never see in real life.

crossdress caught by mom:  She was wondering who’d been stealing her underwear.

“are you a girl”:  No. And this is my own underwear, I’ll have you know.

is baking soda okay to ingest for celica people:  I owned a Celica for many years, but it never occurred to me to pig out on the old Arm & Hammer.

here’s some naked pictures to help you masturbate:  If you’re really creative, you don’t need pictures.

using non premium gasoline in infiniti q45:  You can afford a $55,000 car, but you can’t afford an extra twenty-five cents a gallon?

groin vault in terre haute:  Because Hoosiers should never have to worry about going groinless.

who the hell is jacob weinstein:  How the hell should I know?

how to persuade wife to get brazilian wax:  You might try offering her a vacation in Brazil.

shoplifting at the Home Depot or Lowes:  If you have to choose, pick the one that doesn’t have your desired item on a weekly special.

what items do pawn shops pay a lot for:  Things that aren’t shoplifted from the Home Depot or Lowes.

Consumer Reports tested a fleet of half a dozen luxoboats for the November issue, and the runaway winner in the Least Thirst derby was the Mercedes-Benz E320 BlueTec diesel, which recorded an astonishing 29 mpg, way ahead of the second-place Lexus hybrid (23). BMW held down a solid third with 22 mpg (from 300 hp!), and the E350, the gas-powered version of the same Benz, was fourth with 21. (Volvo and Infiniti brought up the rear.)

This BlueTec figure, mind you, was achieved in a car that weighs two tons (4005 lb, they say) and does zero to sixty in eight flat without any of the car-mag fast-launch techniques. (Car and Driver tested an ‘07 BlueTec and got it to sixty in 6.8; what’s more, they reported 34 mpg.) Trini, who just got rid of a gas-guzzling truck in favor of a modest little Saturn Ion with a stick shift, gets numbers no better than this.

So the next question is: Will Benz buyers fork over the extra $1000 for a slightly-slower but way-stingier car?

Me? Only once did I ever seriously consider buying a Mercedes, and this was during my newlywed days. The Benz in question was a three-year-old 240D with four on the floor and the ubiquitous MB-Tex upholstery; it had been owned by a physician around Enid way who apparently still made house calls, or something, because he’d put 100,000 miles on it, and what’s more, he’d installed an auxiliary fuel tank, so it took 45 gallons to fill the beast to the brim. The upside, of course, was the 1350 miles you could go on that single fill. On the other hand, only 65 ponies dwelt behind the three-pointed star, which meant that acceleration was theoretical at best, and if we wanted to get up one of Oklahoma’s notoriously-short onramps at eight in the morning, we would have been well advised to start around six-thirty. Ultimately, we wound up buying a two-year-old Chevrolet Nova with a small-block V8, which had the further advantage of costing a few grand less; perhaps perversely, we bought it from a Chrysler-Plymouth store. (Previously mentioned, in considerably less detail, here.)

That said, would I consider the BlueTec? If my budget permitted a $55k sedan, sure. I’m not holding my breath, though.

A pair of Sonics/Storm season-ticket holders has filed suit against the team’s new ownership, claiming deception:

The lawsuit seeks class-action status on behalf of everyone who purchased season tickets between July 2006, when Clay Bennett led a group of Oklahoma City businessmen in purchasing the team, and Sept. 21 [2007], when Bennett filed a demand for arbitration to escape the final two years of the team’s KeyArena lease.

It accuses Bennett’s ownership group, The Professional Basketball Club, of breach of contract, negligent misrepresentation and violation of Washington’s Consumer Protection Act, according to a draft of the complaint to be filed today in King County Superior Court.

The Save Our Sonics group has released a statement:

Shortly after the conclusion of the 2006/2007 basketball season all Sonics’ season ticket holders were offered an “Unprecedented Commitment” should they make the decision to renew their existing season ticket package. In an enclosed letter Sonics’ Chairman Clayton I. Bennett states, “At a time when we are asking for your season ticket renewal, it is of paramount importance that we establish our commitment to you, our most passionate and supportive fan.” Within that same letter he makes an unequivocal guarantee of fixed ticket pricing through the 2010 NBA season. Since that time it has become obvious that the Sonics are not able to guarantee this products availability and have in fact taken direct action to deny it to their customers with recent attempts to breach their existing lease.

As stated in Mr. Bennett’s letter season ticket holders are “the foundation of any franchise”, as well as “the most passionate and supportive fans.” That this type of deceptive solicitation may have abused their loyalty is unacceptable and should be an embarrassment to the entire National Basketball Association.

It occurs to me that this might do more damage to Bennett’s position than the city’s suit to enforce the KeyArena lease would.

Update, 6:45 pm: Or maybe not. Sports Illustrated columnist and sports lawyer Michael McCann sent this to Henry Abbott at TrueHoop:

This claim seems highly unlikely to succeed. For one, it hasn’t been a mystery to NBA fans — and one would think Sonics season-ticket holders in particular — that the Sonics might be leaving Seattle. This has been speculated ever since the Bennett group purchased the team. Second, these fans paid to see the Sonics play in Seattle in the 06-07 and 07-08 NBA seasons. They either got or will get that. If they paid for a future season that never occurs, they would be entitled to a refund and incidental damages. But that’s not the case here. Lastly, the Sonics have not yet moved nor even announced a move; whatever “harm” that could arise has not yet done so.

In addition, case law has not been favorable to lawsuits filed by disgruntled season-ticket holders, a topic recently examined when Billy Donovan walked away from coaching the Orlando Magic and less directly discussed in relation to Tiger Woods not appearing at the 2007 Buick Open.

Clay Bennett, so far, has given no indication that he’s going to budge on his Halloween deadline.

Daily Blog Tips has a list of forty-odd taglines you’ll find at some of the bigger blogs, and some of them are quite good indeed. But you probably already know them, so here’s a list of some of the ones I like you might have missed:

• Baldilocks: “Blowing Fuses and Going Off On Bizarre Tears For Your Reading Pleasure”

• bee-spot: “I AM UNIMPRESSED BY YOUR UTNE SUBSCRIPTION”
• belhoste: “Composed of contradictions and subject to change without notice”
• Blog O’Ram: “Like News but Tasty”
• Cold Fury: “Harshing your mellow since 9/01″
• GreenCanary: “uncaged. unhinged. ununsual [sic].”
• The Happy Homemaker: “A bubble short of plumb.”
• I Think Therefore I Blog: “Sparing Lives By Blogging”
• My So-Called Blog: “Excelling At Mediocrity, One Post At A Time”
• Nine Pearls: “BLOGGING FOR FUN AND CASH PRIZES”
• Princess Sparkle Pony’s Photo Blog: “I keep track of Condoleezza’s hairdo so you don’t have to.”
• Psssst! Over Here: “I attempt to write … you attempt to read … who will win?”
• Violins and Starships: “a little bit 18th century, a little bit 24th century…”

Unlike most of these, my own slogan does not appear on the front page, but does appear in the archives.

I’m not sure what to make of Emmy Rossum’s “Slow Me Down” single, except that:

• She’s obviously studied at the Enya Institute for Advanced Overdubbing;

• I keep wondering what she’d be like as Susanna in The Marriage of Figaro;
• Is it just me, or is there too much camera technique going on here?

If this gets any airplay at all in OKC, I will be utterly gobsmacked.

From November 2006, a revelation from Ward 2 Councilman Sam Bowman:

NW 50th from Pennsylvania to May, one of the more wretched stretches of pavement in this town, will be scraped off and resurfaced in 2007.

He didn’t say when in 2007, but the scraping has in fact begun. In fact, the process began about a month ago, but I misread it as curb repair; now the graders are on hand and the Local Traffic Only barriers are up at both ends.

This affects my morning commute hardly at all: if I take Linn north, I hit one extra stop sign (at 48th) and cross the graded area with a major bump, but that’s it. Linn south isn’t really accessible from the Northwest Distressway, westbound anyway, so on the way home I take Villa and tack around Monroe School, unless I have errands to run. (I am one of those weird people who bundles all the errands into a single drive, partly to save gas, but mostly because I want to get them out of the way as quickly as possible.)

And maybe that curb work will do something to address the drainage, or lack thereof, along 50th: this year after small rains, there was enough standing water to service an entire generation of mosquitoes. Don’t ask about the big rains.

Let’s see if I have this straight. Passage of the so-called River Tax next Tuesday will provide Tulsa County with which of the following benefits?

1. All the oil companies who fled to Houston will come home

2. New, catchier name for the Inner Dispersal Loop
3. The opportunity to sneer at Oklahoma City’s “river”
4. As if by magic, a riverfront will appear in Broken Arrow
5. None of the above

Right now, I’m thinking C.

Remember when we ignored the alarms and all this happened?

On a walk through the streets of your town, your eyes will see mainly the sooty, blackened exteriors of buildings. You will almost have to give up the pinks, the yellows, the pastels you love in fashion. Dark colors will be most practical when clothing gets so dirty so quickly. Nylons, according to current evidence, will pop.

Home furnishings and interiors will have to be painted, cleaned, washed all the time. And because of the constant cleaning and the naturally corrosive quality of dirt, things will have to be replaced more often. Think what that will do to your budget.

The crisis in nature may even creep into your personality. Some experts say that there will be general depression and melancholia in a dangerously polluted environment. Large amounts of exhaust from cars can cause drowsiness. Lethargy and sleepiness will be common. Imagine what it will be like trying to do anything, or even to think clearly, under these conditions.

From “When the cities run out of breath…” by Carol Botwin, in American Girl, October 1968. According to Botwin, failure to answer the alarm would guarantee that this lovely little dystopia would descend upon us in — 1980.

I think I’d remember someone’s nylons popping.

A few weeks back I made some noise about automotive longevity, noting that my current car was into six odometer digits (no decimals) and I hoped for 200k at least, which should occur some time after its twelfth birthday.

Then again, World Tours notwithstanding, I really don’t drive all that much, especially compared to this guy:

There’s high mileage, and then there’s this. A 1995 Honda Civic is for sale in Atlanta with, count ‘em, 939,899 miles. That’s 200+ miles a day. Every day. Including Sundays. For 12 years. It even has a Carfax report from when the car had 907,000 miles on it. According to the seller, the car runs like new, with no leaks, no noises, no oil burning, and not even a scratch on the body. In fact, the only blemish listed is that one of the dashboard lights doesn’t work, and that’s only sometimes.

The car is on its ninth timing belt, ninth water pump, and fourth clutch. But the engine and transmission are original, as are the floor mats. The car even comes with records.

And apparently he changes the oil every 2500 miles. I can barely imagine three hundred-odd oil changes.

The real question, of course, is: Why sell now? He’d have a million by this time next year, and a pat on the back (at the very least) from Honda.

I can’t say it any better than this:

Six years of tradition has the blogger community sharing, and baring, their chests for the best reason they can think of — fighting cancer.

That’s right, the racks are back Oct. 1-8 and they’re committed to raising more than $10,000 in one week by unveiling Mother Nature’s greatest gifts. That’s right, we’re saying it, BOOBIES.

“I love the idea,” says Melissa Connolly, 2007 coordinator. “If someone’s going to ogle* my goods, they can at least make a donation to save boobies and lives!”

No one ever said that bloggers were afraid of expressing their opinions or sharing their ideas. Those are the very catalysts that make blogs the influential medium they are today. So when a joke between friends turned into an empowering fundraiser and awareness-raiser bloggers nationwide signed on. And they’re saddling up again for another wild ride in 2007.

* Not to be confused with The Lost Ogle.

Yours truly is a Platinum Sponsor of the Boobie-Thon, and I’m happy to step up once more. (For one thing, or two, the view is better.) If this sounds like something that deserves your support, start here.

In my ongoing effort to find more ways to clutter up my computers, I bought a couple of tracks from Amazon.com’s MP3 vaults yesterday.

Anyone who sells digital music has to contend with iTunes, and Amazon offers the following advantages:

• No DRM. These are perfectly ordinary MP3 files with a 256k bit rate, which will load onto darn near anything.

• A small (500k) download manager which automatically loads your purchase into iTunes or Windows Music Player. You don’t need it for single songs; you will if you buy an entire album. (Mac OS or Windows only. Linux is “under development.” Linux users, though, can still download individual tunes.)
• A (slightly) smaller price. Most tracks go for 89 cents; albums run $4.99 to $9.99.

There is one downside, apart from the fact that this is still technically a public beta: if you lose a file somehow, you can’t download another copy. Needless to say, they recommend you back up anything you buy.

The two tracks I bought (one by Nine Inch Nails, one by Fergie, and make of that what you will) sounded pretty decent through my iTunes work-box installation.

I have no experience with Google’s Gmail; I figure I have more than enough email addresses already, and if Microsoft hadn’t killed Outlook Express access to Hotmail, or whatever the hell it’s called now, I’d have everything nice and neat in a single package. (Well, except for AOL, but they’re fundamentally incompatible with “nice” and/or “neat” anyway.)

So for a review, I turn to Cajun Boy in the City, who reports: “it sucks.” And furthermore:

seriously, it does. can someone please explain to me why my inbox is filled with, at least a dozen per day if i had to venture a guess, solicitations from attorneys representing african philanthropists wishing to endow me with their fortunes along with the standard ads whose subject lines read “GET HARD 2NITE,” “add three inches of girth” and “are you lonely tonight?” meanwhile, many of the emails that are coming from actual people, people that i know personally or people that are writing to me about something regarding this blog, are getting routed to my “trash” folder? what’s ever more perplexing about this is that many of the emails that are being misrouted are emails that originate from other gmail accounts!!!

Google applications tend to be either splendiferous (Maps, Earth) or execrable (Groups); hardly anyone seems to report any middle ground.

A current exhibition at Paris’ Galerie du passage is called “Fetish”, involving the photography of David Lynch and the shoe designs of Christian Louboutin.

Of all the footwear on display, the weirdest, at least in terms of lack of functionality, is this pair of heels that you literally cannot walk in: says Louboutin, “They’re only made for lying on your back.” Well, um, okay. If you say so. Evidently this is beyond my Kink Comprehension Level. Then again, I grew up with Catholic schoolgirls in penny loafers.

(Via Catwalk Queen.)

Trini: Is that the sensor?

Technician: Well, that’s half of it.

I realize that some of you may have more important matters to deal with, but the 2007 Okie Blogger Roundup is this Saturday in Tulsa, and this is your one chance this year to see me lose at the Okie Blog Awards. (I realize that there is a statistically-significant possibility that I actually might not lose, but let’s think negative, okay?)

News Item: The American Family Association is claiming credit for declining sales at Ford Motor Company. The Tupelo, Mississippi-based group, headed by Donald Wildmon, has called several times for a boycott of Ford products, most recently in March 2006.

Top Ten other AFA accomplishments to be highlighted in upcoming press releases:

10. The San Francisco earthquake of 1906

9. Eric Rudolph managed to stay out of sight for five whole years
8. Crash beat out Brokeback Mountain for Best Picture
7. Complete absence of homosexuals in Iran
6. The San Francisco earthquake of 1989
5. Reliability issues with VW Jetta
4. Pat Robertson still not dead and still has a TV show
3. Rice-A-Roni, the San Francisco Treat, not available in San Francisco restaurants
2. West Hollywood not actually part of Hollywood
1. San Francisco Giants finish last in NL West

From Henry IV, Part I, Act Three:

Glendower: “I can call spirits from the vasty deep.”

Hotspur: “Why so can I, or so can any man; but will they come when you do call them?”

The hyperexpensive (one million euros and then some) Bugatti Veyron 16.4, once you set it for top-speed mode (which you do before setting out on a speed run), can do, and has done, 253 miles per hour.

The Carnival of the Vanities is slower — one per week these days — but there have been 253 of them so far. Next year should mark #300 — which is also the total planned production run for the Veyron.

Total number of minutes used on my brand-new cell phone, for which I just got a Bluetooth headset yesterday: zilch.

At first, I was going to attribute this to an approach/avoidance complex, but then I realized that the truth of the matter was more like this:

I think that the telephone is the invention of Stalin and the Devil. Therefore using the phone requires deep cleansing breaths, acupuncture and a little hypnosis so that I can actually pick up the receiver. Prior to most any phone call, I write down notes on a 3×5 index card to lessen the chance of an untimely heart attack due to being unprepared for a difficult question. The ones that usually catch me off guard are the toughies, like “Is this Heather?” or “How are you?” I figure that with it being 2007 and all and with the wifi and the ability to listen to music on your telephone while wikipedia-ing ‘Squeaky Fromme’ means that one should be able to simply email a question. The phone doesn’t need to be used in every situation, in fact, I’m pretty sure that its use can be limited to dialing 911, ordering Chinese food, and possibly can be fashioned into some sort of weapon.

I admit that I would be caught off guard if someone were to call me and ask “Is this Heather?”

It’s the fiftieth anniversary of Sputnik, the beginning of the Space Age as we know it. Alan Boyle’s Cosmic Log has some reading material for you (hat tip: Rand Simberg), and Middledawn has some visuals appropriate to the day.

(On a possibly-related subject: What do we have to do to get In the Shadow of the Moon booked here? Do we not have enough screens for Good Luck Chuck, or what?)

Title, of course, poached from John Magee.

They, by which I mean “Gerald Ford,” used to say that about Ronald Reagan back in the day, but I think this more truly represents the spirit of the color, especially since it’s October and all. And I’m hoping that, given this much of an unruly mop at a mere six months, this child will end up closer to his grandma’s side of the family, hair-wise, than to mine, and that he’ll retain it for longer than the twenty-four years I did before things began to thin out. (Then again, I got married at twenty-four. Coincidence? I’m starting to wonder.) Full 640 x 480 dimensions here.

Note to self: Do not buy a programmable thermostat that has the programs already set up and running in firmware. (And if they’re all like that, simplify this to “Don’t buy one.”)

The doomsayers of my younger days turned out to be, not only feckless and insufferable, but also wrong, a situation Lileks remembers:

Having lived through the Malaise of the Seventies, when we were all resigned to a life in earth-sheltered houses, wearing sweaters made out of recycled tires, I’ve had it with general gloom. Half the population is always gloomy about the nation and the future — sometimes because they’re not getting their way, or sometimes because they’re just inclined to be the local Eeyore. The good news: youth are more optimistic. The bad news: we’ll grind that out of them soon enough.

Or maybe not. I’d guess that the optimistic portion of the youth don’t watch much TV news. You’d be surprised how your outlook improves when you’re not chewing on the pre-selected Wad of Concern doled out daily by the network news organizations.

Not that they’re concerned, particularly; they’re just sticking to the script.

Jalopnik has been asking its readers, “What’s the oldest car you’ve ever owned?” This is not exactly the same as “What is the earliest model year of any car you’ve ever owned?”, though:

Let me explain the rules for this one. If in 1965 you sold your 1964 Beetle (presumably to buy that new fangled Mustang) you only owned the VW for one year. However, if you currently own a 1964 Bug, then you own a 34-year-old car 43-year-old car.

(Strike in original due to failure in basic arithmetic.)

I come in at 20: 1975 Toyota Celica, retained through most of 1995. There have been a couple others in the low teens. Gwendolyn, be it noted, is a mere child of seven. My daughter rates a 16 at the moment (’91 Oldsmobile Bravada). I don’t remember what year my brother’s Cadillac is, but I’m guessing it’s somewhere around twenty years old.

Patrick Ruffini has figured out that a limitation of SiteMeter has “inflated” the daily counts at DailyKos, which obviously isn’t Kos’ fault and doesn’t affect his King of the Hill status — though, as Ruffini says, the hill isn’t quite as large as it seems. (Meryl Yourish, who took issue with Ruffini’s methodology early on, has since come around to partial agreement.)

What tipped Ruffini off:

First of all, I looked at the Detail view showing the last 100 visitors. Overwhelmingly it showed visitors hitting the site only once, with a visit time of zero (you need to hit a second page for it to register any time spent). Contrasted with my traffic, with an average visit length of three minutes, this seemed highly improbable.

Then it hit me: SiteMeter only accounts for the last 100 visitors individually. On a site like Daily Kos, the 100th most recent visitor could have been 15 seconds ago. If you are the 101st most recent visitor and you click on a new page, you are counted as a new unique visitor in SiteMeter’s all important count. On a normal site, this wouldn’t matter, since it’s highly unlikely you’ll stick around long enough to have 100 others show up after you. On a site with hundreds of thousands of page views a day, it’s extremely likely you will.

Yourish pointed out that SiteMeter doesn’t actually count uniques, only page views. Ruffini looked at the page view per visitor ratio, and noted:

We now know that the only thing we can trust about the SiteMeter numbers are the page views. And from that we can arrive at a more realistic number of daily unique visitors for Daily Kos and other leading blogs.

How so? The best guide we probably have are other netroots blogs like MyDD and OpenLeft built on open community platforms. They have low enough traffic that SiteMeter’s inflationary effect is minimal at best. Using Scoop (what Kos uses) and SoapBlox respectively, both have a ratio of about 1.9 page views for every visit (itself a less stringent measure than “unique visitor”). On Red State, where there is likely a little bit of this effect, it’s about 1.8 to 1. On a Wordpress-style blog without diaries, the ratio averages 1.5 page views per visit.

I average a very consistent 1.4 page views per visit; this number has not varied up or down more than 0.2 in this century. (I first installed SiteMeter in 1999.) Whether this means I should take my numbers more seriously than I should some others, I don’t know for sure; there’s one additional variable in the mix, and that’s that I’m a paid SiteMeter customer, which may or may not get me slightly greater accuracy.

A more serious deficiency, and one which I don’t think can be easily addressed, is the difficulty of determining overall readership when so much of it comes from syndication feeds. During the first three days of this month, SiteMeter reported 2,040 visitors and 2,684 page views; however, according to the server log, there were 2,474 requests for the RSS and/or Atom feed. (These periods do not exactly coincide, due to time-zone differences, but are both 72 hours long.) This does not include the 1,137 requests for index.rdf, which covers RSS 0.91/1.0; in other words, while I’m getting six hundred-odd people every day to load enough of a page to trip the meter, I’m getting twice that many who don’t.

I’d better stop here before it looks like I’m actually concerned about counting heads.

We got us a Woot-Off. (Lord have mercy on my MasterCard.)

Update, 7 pm: Well, that didn’t last long. (I spent a total of $13. Fortunately, I missed the 37-inch Vizio LCD TV for $519.99.)

Flashback to December 2004:

Our big worry down here right now is finding places for the two new branch libraries. (We have the funding: the bond issue for them, and for upgrades at three existing branches, passed in 2000.) Right now, residents of far northwest Oklahoma City have to go at least as far as The Village (Pennsylvania north of Britton Road) or Warr Acres (63rd and MacArthur) branches, or to Edmond, and things aren’t much better in the southwest quadrant.

The situation out northwest is now being addressed. City Council this coming week is expected to sign off on the purchase of a four-acre tract at NW 122nd and Glenhurst, east of MacArthur, for $898,730.

The City and the Metro Library System will hold a community meeting on the 16th at Crossings Community Church, 14600 North Portland, from 7 to 9 pm. On the agenda:

Attendees at the meeting will get to hear about the library system’s plans for the library and the approximate location. They will also get to participate in “vision sharing,” which will allow the public to tell library officials what they would like the library to look like — both the exterior and on the inside.

“This is also the time,” said MLS Executive Director Donna Morris, “for residents to share their thoughts about services they would like the library to offer.”

A roof that doesn’t leak would be nice, I think.

I’ve had heated seats for just over a year, and the novelty has yet to wear off. But mere heat isn’t a big deal these days: today’s high-luxe seats are heated and cooled, a definite boon if you live in some place like Texas.

On the other hand, if you do live in some place like Texas, you presumably know better than to pull a stunt like this:

Executives of a car dealership in [Georgetown,] Texas … issued an apology and fired a sales manager over the distribution of an e-mail advertisement sent to 1,200 customers that included a derogatory term for Hispanics.

The Mac Haik Ford Lincoln Mercury dealership ad was headlined “Tired of the Wet Backs?” It then listed promotions for vehicles with air-conditioned seats.

Don’t get me wrong: I pride myself on my cultural insensitivity. (I keep my car spic and span, so to speak.) But if you’re in business, it’s seldom, if ever, a good idea to piss off a substantial portion of your customers — especially if your joke isn’t all that funny. And this one wasn’t.

(Via The Truth About Cars.)

These are the songs from the MP3 shuffle meme ten days or so ago. Most of them were guessed, which I find either gratifying (I did this well) or disturbing (my tastes are too predictable).

1. The Four Seasons, “Save It for Me”

2. Rosanne Cash, “Seven Year Ache”
3. Fontella Bass, “Rescue Me” (a song often redone)
4. Thomas Dolby, “She Blinded Me with Science”
5. Len Barry, “1-2-3″
6. The Cars, “My Best Friend’s Girl”
7. Lee Dorsey, “Holy Cow” (a song often redone)
8. Julian Lennon, “Valotte”
9. The Beach Boys, “California Girls”
10. Rod Stewart, “You Wear It Well”
11. The Outsiders, “Time Won’t Let Me”
12. Thompson Twins, “Hold Me Now”
13. Clarence Carter, “Too Weak to Fight”
14. Hanson, “MMMBop”
15. The Chi-Lites, “Have You Seen Her”
16. Stevie Wonder, “Sir Duke”
17. Nick Lowe, “Cruel to Be Kind”
18. T. Rex, “Bang a Gong (Get It On)”
19. Robert Knight, “Everlasting Love” (a song often redone)
20. Tears for Fears, “Head over Heels”
21. Joan Jett and the Blackhearts, “I Love Rock and Roll” (which was actually a remake)
22. The American Breed, “Bend Me, Shape Me” (likewise)
23. The Rolling Stones, “Time Is on My Side” (ditto)
24. Tommy Boyce and Bobby Hart, “I Wonder What She’s Doing Tonight”
25. Black Sabbath, “Paranoid”
26. King Crimson, “21st Century Schizoid Man”

Thanks to all who played and to those who spread it around to their own sites — and thanks to Michele, from whom I swiped it.

I’ll be heading up to Tulsa shortly for the Okie Blogger Round-up, at which awards will be presented. I hope to have a report from the scene shortly after [fill in name of blog operated by someone other than myself] is named Best Overall Blog. You can discuss these if you like; for that matter, you can discuss Kevin Aylward’s 2007 Weblog Awards, with a spiffy, one might even say Gleesonesque, new design.

(It should be noted that there are those who question the whole idea of blog awards; I usually bring this up only in odd-numbered years, since for some inscrutable reason my name gets mentioned during those years.)

At any rate, going to Tulsa is always something of a blast, and I’ll be back home tonight sometime.

And that stands for Tulsa, and you can decide for yourself what it rhymes with. My congratulations to the winners of the Okie Blog Awards, who this year, as I told you earlier, did not include me. (It’s kind of like the Emmys: eventually you’re tired of seeing the same old names.) I figure the old peer group did us proud this year. (Oh, yes, they did mention the second-place finishers in each category, which leaves me with a distinction so far unique: two seconds out of a possible two. “Twice the Number Two for the coming year,” I quipped.)

Anyway, if you haven’t seen the Cherry Street district in Tulsa, and I hadn’t in a while, it’s worth the trip: just funky enough to be interesting, not so much as to make you wonder if you left your hipster credentials in your other jeans. Hideaway Pizza, of course, is legendary. (Their wireless connection, alas, is not so wonderful if you’re sitting under the big-screen TV.)

And a personal thanks to Don Danz, who took the official attendance, and who was kind enough to spring for a three-topping small for yours truly.