April 29, 2004
T-Shirt Babe Entry
Remember this post? If not, I'll quote so you don't have to go to it.
I want to be the t-shirt model for this. Someone recommend me? I can't just go in there in the comments and recommend myself, you see, because that would be far too blatant and I'd have no credability.
Well, I got my wish with the peace gallery. Good enough. But, of course, Frank's contest is live and kickin' now - quite a few entrants. I'm #10.
Here's my entry.
To those who do not know me but seek to rob Americans of our lifestyles, I say thus:
Hand me a t-shirt.
I fear no terrorist. There is little I can personally do to stop another human being from sacrificing himself or herself , his children or her children or his or her way of life to cease mine. Each day I waited to write this, more acts of terrorism (and denouncement of it) wrote themselves in the history books. A week ago - Saudi Arabia and a car bomb - many dead.. The Palestinian conflict with Israel, never-ending. Europe ignores bin Laden’s truce offer. This week?
Nothing on American soil. My security in that pronouncement stems from this administration’s willingness to stand in the face of those who seek to kill or maim us. The wounded don’t forget. The families of those who never knew to fight back don’t “move on.” And we, we who know the path to fight terrorism doesn’t include a side road named Bargaining, we live our lives.
Everyone knows someone who knows someone touched personally by September 11, 2001. Let there never be another.
April 28, 2004
I caught up with an old friend on Monday - gave me a call out of the blue. Made me think about this, which I wrote for him about 8 years ago. Time flies.
they've sunk you in that dunk tank
of religion again, hoping hoping it's
just a so-called phase, that you'll
soon hop that woman-chasin' train
to wedville and pop out some blue-
eyed intelligentsia. and your brother
aims and whoosh, you're down again.
they want Sears portraits for mantel
jewelry. they want copies and copies
of their gene pool, the comeuppance of
middle american success. they'll sink you like
a witch though. and if you'll capitulate
they'll relent and find you ms. perfectblonde
with a degree in doting. yes dear no
dear sure dear. sex? dinner? this
dress? i'll fetch that's SO cute.
they want you to "keep your options
open." perhaps inhibit yourself
to one night a week -- it's GAY DAY at
Wrigley field, and if you're good
you can keep the mementos tucked
in that locked familiar closet.
come on son. take it. it's that
good ole boy drug. not too much now
or you'll kill yourself. we'll
help you become...and you'll like it.
step on up.
with those tincan hands they cut you
so deep. and when you bled
it was all simple, more than pure --
a bump on old mama fascist pride --
a comma to remember who you are
when the water's shrunk and their
trump's worn thin.
Animals as a category? Yes.
I found this when Ryan forwarded me the link about the formerly hirsute sheep. (His name should've been Samson). Extreme Shearover, baby.
New Zealand has proposed a new gas tax.
New Zealand's farmers have criticised a proposed tax on the flatulence emitted by their sheep and cattle. The move is part of the Wellington government's action to meet its commitments under the Kyoto Protocol on global warming.How's it break down? Check out da cow pictorial.
Scientists estimate that methane emitted by farm animals is responsible for more than half of the country's greenhouse gases.
Flatulence from cows, sheep and other ruminants is a serious environmental problem, accounting for about 15% of worldwide emissions of methane - one of the most potent of greenhouse gases.
Last year New Zealand signed up to the Kyoto Protocol, and agreed to reduce production of such gases.
The proposed flatulence tax is expected to raise NZ$8.4m a year ($4.9m) from next year.
I'd better not take my cat Aurora to New Zealand. She has that special signature way of letting you know she's around.
And, yes, Pixy, I do know this is close to home. I'm sorry - it just had to be blogged. And, you, Samson, quit emitting.
April 27, 2004
Clear the Air?
The Sacramento Bee reports (do Bees really report? For that matter, do they spell, either?) that CA lawmakers want to regulate the air in your vehicle. If you have children present, that is.
California lawmakers are considering a bill that would make California the first state in the nation to prohibit smokers from lighting up in a private car when children are present.Okay - anyone not see this coming? I'd leave this for possible-but-not-likely evening blogging if it weren't for the next part.
The proposal by Assemblyman Marco Firebaugh, D-South Gate, has drawn the ire of Republican lawmakers who say it goes too far in attempting to police personal behavior.
Supporters, however, call it a crucial stride toward protecting the state's children from the damaging effects of second-hand smoke.
Assemblyman Dennis Mountjoy, R-Monrovia, called the measure "big brother government." "Government is going to raise our kids for us because parents don't know what's best? That's a very scary thought," Mountjoy said.Uh, Dennis, darling, while I agree with you in principle, on this one regarding "what's best," I'd have to side with the government. Anyone want to challenge that car full of cigarette smoke contains better air than car lacking cigarette smoke? The pollution's the ONLY issue I have with the product. Otherwise, adult users, if you wanna rot your bodies, go ahead. It's legal.
I'm certain Mr. Mountjoy had more profound things to say - I'll give him the benefit of a doubt, and it's possible da Bee's point was to make him sound idiotic (Success!). I would posit that smokers who smoke using their children's air are not exactly thinking about "what's best" for their children on that particular issue. I believe that they're probably not thinking it's an issue at all, merely smoking because of whatever it does for them. Mine were. I certainly bitched up a storm (I know you're so surprised).
But back to the issue at hand...if it's the car now, it'll be any building next because in many places all that's left is the home. In my mind, there are plenty of conclusive studies that show that the product harms the self (and others and certainly provides no benefit to the others) and should not be on the market. But there's that big agricultural tie-in and all...it'll never be illegal. Prohibition failed and failed miserably. There's no reversal of legality on such a supercharged issue.
So lawmakers pick at citizens regulating they can, I guess. I can't imagine working next to someone who is smoking. Glad I was born no earlier than I was.
And on a side note, the people who compare food items to tobacco, I spit on you. Humans have to eat. Period. They don't have to smoke. Go look up "need" versus "want."
April 26, 2004
The Funny Award for the Day..and More
Not in much of a writing mood this evening, so linklink.
Baldilocks cracks me up with a one-liner of found poetry.
Go sign Sgt. Hook's birthday
Drinking Rams are bad dogs. You'd think that after a man kills someone while drinking and driving, he would cease to drink and drive. Nope.
I think that'll end it. I have a date with a weight bench and then a bike.
April 23, 2004
Look here - everything you ever wanted to know about garlic.
Why is this so stunningly important now? Because today I learned the difference between a head and a clove. I used to think the head WAS the clove. No wonder the kitchen smelled for 6 days after cooking with garlic.
April 22, 2004
WORLD EXCLUSIVE! (Help, help, help)
It's pretty rare that I get that excited in the headline, but you'll soon hear why. Brian has an interview up, a recording from All Things Belittled.
It'll make you drop your mahi mahi for sure.
You can't miss this one.
April 21, 2004
Oh to be a tortured soul with pen and word! Dangerous to your health!
WASHINGTON (Reuters) - Poets die young -- younger than novelists, playwrights and other writers, a U.S. researcher said on Wednesday.It's all that danger and intrigue. The tightropes. The skydiving.
It could be because poets are tortured and prone to self-destruction, or it could be that poets become famous young, so their early deaths are noticed, said James Kaufman of the Learning Research Institute at California State University at San Bernardino.
Brian killed my poetry - got too happy to write. Thank you, honey, for saving my life.
Imminent Heat Preparation..And Some Rambling
It's just April, but Reuters warns soon-to-be summer exercisers of the danger of heat.
NEW YORK (Reuters Health) - As summer approaches, people who exercise or play sports outdoors can reduce the risk of heat stroke by giving themselves a chance to adjust to rising temperatures and humidity, according to a sports medicine expert.I read this as "fill the Hydrapack (holds 2 liters) full of water once an hour or so." I had problems with heat on a metric century last year (no wind, riding up on a levee, almost outta water). 95+ degrees. I don't recommend that. This year I'll have an extra bottle cage for more warm previously frozen Gatorade. That levee won't get me this year. I like the cycling drinking game - if someone in your little peloton takes a drink, so do you. Whaddya think of that one, Blackfive?
"When it gets hot and humid, you see the risk go up," said Dr. William O. Roberts, who is the president-elect of the American College of Sports Medicine (ACSM).
When people who are not accustomed to hot and humid weather exercise outdoors, they run the risk of developing exertional heat stroke, Roberts said in an interview with Reuters Health.
Exertional heat stroke differs from traditional heat stroke, which occurs when a person is exposed to extremely high temperatures, such as during a summer heat wave. Victims of traditional heat stroke are often elderly people who do not have air conditioning.
An article like this is a bit humorous so early. Today was gorgeous - about 76, 12 mph wind (so I felt it). Did my little 14 mile jaunt after work. Slower today because of the wind and tired legs (yesterday was leg day at the gym, and I blasted them. What's that mean, you say? Figure 5 sets on an incline sled working from 160 up to 200 pounds. Figure another five on a sled that targets your hamstrings and rear - worked up to 270 on that. Then inner and outer thigh work, targeted quads (leg extension - 3 sets, 6 reps at 95 (this after all of that), 8 reps at 85, and 8 reps at 75, targeted hamstrings (65, 75, and 80, I believe) and seated calf (worked up to 110 pounds plus body weight). So, yeah, they were tired. Downright weary now.
In other news, I will be entering the IMAO t-shirt contest. Too many of the judges nudged. I'm having problems choosing a picture (have a few from Florida and will probably take a few this weekend to have a wider variety from which to choose). Is the "not safe for work" (as deemed by the Bonfire) one too improper? It's not an especially good picture of my face, and it's not like legs are gonna win me a t-shirt contest.
So many difficult decisions. So much pressure. So much potential promise. So much melodrama.
Addiction. It Isn't Just for Addicts Anymore
Chocolate and BBQ. Yeah, you're addicted; admit it.
CNN reports that it's possibly so. How silly this is, I'm not sure I can enumerate. Addiction - can't live without. Physical DEPENDENCY. Not mere euphoria. Sorry.
WASHINGTON (Reuters) -- People who say they are addicted to chocolate or pizza may not be exaggerating, U.S.-based scientists said Tuesday.I'm only 31, but I'm pretty sure that chocolate's been prevalent around American society for a good deal longer than my lifetime. How is it that people who partook/continue to partake of said chocolate can do so without being obese? How do I do so today? (Mmm, Hershey's kisses). Unexplained.
A brain scan study of normal, hungry people showed their brains lit up when they saw and smelled their favorite foods in much the same way as the brains of cocaine addicts when they think about their next snort.
"Food presentation significantly increased metabolism in the whole brain (by 24 percent) and these changes were largest in superior temporal, anterior insula, and orbitofrontal cortices," they wrote.
These areas are associated with addiction.
An estimated 30 percent of Americans are obese, meaning they have a body mass index of more than 30. This ratio of height to weight usually works out to being about 30 pounds overweight for a woman and 35 to 40 pounds overweight for a man.
Obesity. For those people who blame suburbia and video games, I would like to remind that you that America is a free country, and you do have a CHOICE of what you do in your spare time. That choice may be Grand Theft Auto today and a 20 mile bike ride tomorrow, or both on one day, or, I dunno, sleep, reading, vandalizing viaducts, blah blah blah. Choice. Human beings.
<tangent>Pretty soon, nothing will be your fault. Nothing! Genes explain it all. All nature; no nuture. Waiting for the article on genes and terrorism. Think that'll be out in about 3 years?</tangent>
April 20, 2004
Heather Noggle Is Really a
Man, er Cat, er Woman
Via Spoons, I learn about the Ambercrombie chick. Never heard of her, but she's evidently a hottie. Or someone is (that's the controversy).
We here at Angelweave certify that all pictures shown on this site are either Heather, Brian, or one of our exalted cats. It should be obvious who is who. Maybe. I suppose I could be clearer with the labelling.
Meow, er, goodnight.
Carbs - Balance
Wow, people more qualified than me are extolling the virtues of a balanced diet.
Carbs. Whole grains. Fiber. Good.
WASHINGTON (Reuters) - Two studies presented on Sunday confirm the benefits of a varied, wholesome diet and call into question the wisdom of low-carb and other fad diets that limit what kinds of foods people can eat.This goes out to all that brown rice, Kashi Good Friends, and Post Raisin Bran that I consume on a regular basis. Metamucil avoidance. Atkins eschewing, fiber chewing.
In one, a team at cereal-maker General Mills found men and women who ate three or more daily servings of whole grain foods were the least likely to be overweight or obese.
In a second, university-based researchers found people who ate a variety of foods were more likely to get the recommended levels of vitamins and other nutrients than people who stuck to a few favorite foods.
Both studies were presented by the American Association of Nutritional Sciences at a joint conference in Washington called Experimental Biology 2004.
Dr. Carolyn Good and colleagues at General Mills Bell Institute of Health and Nutrition in Minneapolis looked at 9,000 men and women taking part in the U.S. Department of Agriculture's Continuing Survey of Food Intakes.
This nationwide study collects information on the consumption of whole grains -- found in packaged cereals, whole-grain breads and crackers. Processed white flour, for example, does not count as a whole grain.
Carbs. Eat them. Burn them. Live.
Smokers At Risk!
Why someone thought to study this, I'll never know, but researchers have tied smoking to increased risk of frostbite.
Smokers, who already risk cancer and heart disease, are more susceptible than others to frostbite because their blood vessels do not expand fast enough to warm chilled fingers and toes, researchers said on Sunday.I mention this because of Owen's post noting that a county in Norway declared smoking to be a "right" last week.
The nicotine in cigarettes seems to be to blame, slowing the body's normal responses to cold, the team at Yale University in Connecticut found. Dr. Kichang Lee and colleagues immersed the hands of smokers and nonsmokers in water at 41 degrees Fahrenheit for 40 minutes.
If that lung cancer doesn't getcha, well, there's always the pulmonary disease, the cardiovascular disease, the breast cancer...so many ways to die. And now, a
Everybody buy a carton today! And move to Norway.
April 19, 2004
Music to Move To
If you're in need of something new for the MP3 player or for your computer to entice you to leave the computer desk for a sweatier activity, check out Lagoona.
There isn't a single song I don't like. I have a pretty good collection back from when the music was hosted on MP3.com. Unfortunately, the majority of those songs are not available currently. If you head out to ampcast.com, though, you'll score a few.
The original animal wackos are at it again.
Taking a page out of an old high school yearbook trick, an official with an animal rights organization successfully placed a hidden message in a brick on the grounds of the San Diego Padres new stadium, Petco Park.I'm pretty sure PetCo isn't a seller of cats and dogs but is rather an "adopter," sponsoring events to help shelters get their animals noticed when people are in animal moods. Nothing on the website leads me to believe otherwise.
People for the Ethical Treatment of Animals (PETA) had a 12-word statement engraved in an 8-by-8 inch brick -- the commemorative bricks were offered by the Padres as part of a permanent display surrounding the team's new $411 million stadium.
The message reads, "Break Open Your Cold Ones! Toast The Padres! Enjoy This Championship Organization!" The first letter of every word spells "BOYCOTT PETCO."
PETA, which objects to the sale of animals altogether, has targeted PETCO for months, written letters to Padres executives in hopes that they would cancel the naming rights agreement. They have also sent out monthly casualty reports citing animal deaths in PETCO stores to company officials.Adopted or sold? And what are "mischaracterizations?" When is death not a death? Come on Cowan - be clear! I'll see if I can find more tonight.
PETCO officials contend that they have investigated some of the reports submitted by PETA and most, they say, are mischaracterizations. Since 1965, PETCO has adopted more than one million animals and over the past five years has given a total of $18 million to 1,900 animal shelters, according to Cowan.
April 15, 2004
Bang Your Head
Classical music can be dangerous while driving.
So, grab your cellphone, your Big Mac, and your soda, and turn down that radio. Or pick up your Norah.
LONDON, England (AP) -- When Richard Wagner composed his powerful "Ride of the Valkyries" in the 1850s, he surely wasn't thinking of any danger he was posing to 21st-century motorists.Wow, these same people could make a list of music to work out to just by expanding "what not to drive to."
Britain's RAC Foundation for Motoring on Wednesday named the strident classical piece the No. 1 tune not to play while driving, based on research it says shows loud music can cause accidents.
The "Dies Irae" from Giuseppe Verdi's "Requiem" was also considered a no-no.
The top five list of tunes to avoid while behind the wheel was rounded out by three modern songs -- "Firestarter" by the Prodigy, "Red Alert" by Basement Jaxx and "Insomnia" by Faithless.
To help music-loving motorists, the foundation also provided a top five list of songs that may safely be played while driving, "albeit quietly."
Norah Jones' smash hit "Come Away with Me" was deemed calm enough, as was "Mad World" by Gary Jules. Other songs on the safe list were "Another Day" by R&B singer Lemar, "Too Lost in You" by girl group The Sugababes and "Breathe Easy" by boy band Blue.
I used to do transcription for insurance claims as a college job. Car accident statements often contained questions like, "Were you smoking, eating, or drinking at the time of the accident?" "Were both hands on the wheel?" This was before the prevalence of cell phones. Now, expect "What song was playing on your stereo at the time of the accident? Were you talking about that song with Aunt Sadie at the time?"
I guess. Watch CNN.com. The next article will be: "Road Rage: It's not your fault. Blame Wagner."
April 14, 2004
Cats Have Lips
Yes, really. Never thought about it, but they do.
These are the things that Brian and I talk about while doing dishes, other chores. We actually argued about it, and Aurora volunteered (was the nearest cat) to be the display cat. I picked her up, pried open her mouth, and, hey, what do you know?
Brian clarified that birds do not have lips. See, beaks are not lips. Dogs do have lips, though.
April 13, 2004
Missed My Own Blogiversary
It was yesterday. One year.
Seems every 10th headline in my RSS aggregator about health has to do with some state and/or city and obesity battles. Here's the rundown.
Little Rock, Arkansas - running BMI tests on its students.
Douglas County, Nebraska - people are fat/or depressed, and they're sexually unhealthy. What a trifecta.
West Virginia - fatter than average. This article's "largely" quotes from women trying to doff poundage.
But it was here's the most interesting thing; we're not getting taller as we get wider. How interesting.
Around the time of the Civil War, Americans’ heights predictably decreased: Union soldiers dropped from sixty-eight to sixty-seven inches in the mid-eighteen-hundreds, and similar patterns held for West Point cadets, Amherst students, and free blacks in Maryland and Virginia. By the end of the nineteenth century, however, the country seemed set to regain its eminence. The economy was expanding at a dramatic rate, and public-hygiene campaigns were sweeping the cities clean at last: for the first time in American history, urbanites began to outgrow farmers.Read the whole thing.
Then something strange happened. While heights in Europe continued to climb, Komlos said, “the U.S. just went flat.” In the First World War, the average American soldier was still two inches taller than the average German. But sometime around 1955 the situation began to reverse. The Germans and other Europeans went on to grow an extra two centimetres a decade, and some Asian populations several times more, yet Americans haven’t grown taller in fifty years. By now, even the Japanese—once the shortest industrialized people on earth—have nearly caught up with us, and Northern Europeans are three inches taller and rising.
The average American man is only five feet nine and a half—less than an inch taller than the average soldier during the Revolutionary War. Women, meanwhile, seem to be getting smaller. According to the National Center for Health Statistics—which conducts periodic surveys of as many as thirty-five thousand Americans—women born in the late nineteen-fifties and early nineteen-sixties average just under five feet five. Those born a decade later are a third of an inch shorter.
Just in case I still thought this a trivial trend, Komlos put a final bar graph in front of me. It was entitled “Life Expectancy 2000.” Compared with people in thirty-six other industrialized countries, it showed, Americans rank twenty-eighth in average longevity—just above the Irish and the Cypriots (the Japanese top the rankings). “Ask yourself this,” Komlos said, peering at me above his reading glasses. “What is the difference between Western Europe and the U.S. that would work in this direction? It’s not income, since Americans, at least on paper, have been wealthier for more than a century. So what is it?”
April 10, 2004
Chores are mind numbing, so I amuse myself in little silly ways. One is to personify my cats. So, if my cats were athletes, here's how it would pan out.
Ajax - lean and lithe. Likes to jump. Triple jump?
Galt - kinda portly. Shotput.
Tristan - burly - biggest cat. Boxer.
Aurora - small - Gymnast.
Dominique - Lean and mean - Swimmer.
Aren't you so glad I shared that with you? hln
April 09, 2004
We All Missed It
Brian's one-year Blogiversary was April 5th!
April 08, 2004
Yes, It's Cycling Season
Wow, April already. The bike and I did our first outdoor dance since December last Friday. Creve Coeur Park has expanded its trail from 5 miles to about 9 miles with a planned extension all the way to the Katy Trail. There're now some hills (thankfully).
The thing about April is this dastardly wind. Okay, anytime you're outta distance cycling cardio shape, the wind's going to knock you around a bit. That and the beating my poor ego took when I stuffed my winter-comfy body into cycling clothes. Zowie. Too many dark chocolate Hershey's kisses means no modeling for Frank J's t-shirt contest. Whom shall I endorse?
But, I rode about 9 miles on Friday, 22 on Saturday (Riverfront Trail), and 12 on Monday. Only a bit sore in the neck since I don't generally train my neck. Wasn't even saddle sore, though I expected to be. Unfortunately, the weekend isn't projected to be warm at all; rather, it'll be in the 40s and rainy. So that means indoor ride time and then pick up the outdoor stuff on Wednesday when Spring resurfaces.
And, potential cyclists - those of you with bikes that are not as used as they could/should be, remember that there are charity events you can ride in to raise money for worthy causes. In most major cities, there's Tour de Cure (mine's in June in St. Louis) for Diabetes research and the two-day MS 150 to raise money to fight Multiple Sclerosis.
Peace be with you and yours. I gots a hockey game to watch.
April 07, 2004
PETA, Thy Enemy
Frank J. gives you the rundown on PETA!
I've been waiting for this day for a long time.
* In a battle between Aquaman and PETA, Aquaman would be fined for disturbing the peace of fish. Unable to pay the fine, Aquaman would have to serve jail time, and you know someone like him just isn't going to last in jail. Poor Aquaman.So true! Silly humans - fish are for eating by other fish.
April 06, 2004
Passion Misses a Fact
I'll bet you've seen that or something like it before. This is a card I got today from Grace Church, a local non-denominational entity that's so large it requires or employs police officers to direct traffic on Sunday mornings. I'm not denigrating it; I'm just calling it like it is.
You see that nail? That ain't where it goes.
I've long been fascinated by the Shroud of Turin - probably since early high school. I became somewhat fascinated by Christ's crucifixion and crucifixion in general, as odd as that may sound. I read bits of all sorts of books - those who believed it (the Shroud) to be genuine and those who dubbed it a fake.
But back to the nail. Today's lesson involves the Space of Destot. Now, I've not seen The Passion of Christ, and, truthfully, don't feel (or think) I need to. So, someone will have to clue me in if Mel Gibson and his moviemaking crew got this detail right.
The Space of Destot is described as "an unsuspected gap in the wrist" - not the hand. Quoting from the 1984 book The Turin Shroud Is Genuine, page 76:
Considering the nail wound in the wrist first, Vignon had presumed that nails in the palms would not support a body on a plain cross. Barbet proved it using a dead body. Vignon pointed out that the nail had apparently been driven through the wrist, and realised that this would have given sufficient strength to hold the body. Barbet actually drove a nail through the wrist of an amputated arm. The wrist is a mass of bones, and it was not until he placed the nail against it, and struck hard with the hammer, that the nail forced its way through an unsuspected gap called 'The Space of Destot'. As the nail went through, it penetratd or displacd the long tendon coming from the forearm that flexes the thumb, which was drawn across the palm.For further information about the Space of Destot, I send you here, here, and here. (I love this web thing - I didn't have any of this available as a young lass of 14 or so).
I'm somewhat bothered that the church doesn't know this. For some silly reason, I feel that all of the knowledge in my head is common knowledge, but of course that is not true.
Just one more crucifixion tidbit - tidbit being a horribly misplaced word for such a gruesome and terrible way to die. Those crucified do not die from bleeding to death - they die from asphyxiation - the inability to breathe. They suffocate. The Gospel of St. John mentions in 19:32 - 33:
Then came the soliders, and brake the legs of the first, and of the other which was crucified with him.If a man is struggling to breathe on a cross, he's likely pushing upward with his nailed feet. This is no longer possible with broken legs. Presumably, the crucifixion of the thieves had lost its spectacle appeal after some time.
But when they came to Jesus, and saw that he was dead already, they brake not his legs.
While two days before Maundy Thursday might be a compelling time for a church to recruit new members, it ought to package a bit of substance with its marketing.
This is Gonna Be Way Freaky
Brian caught me reading the latest print copy of Reason (May's - the one about pornography) and pointed me to the Hit & Run proclamation that the next issue will include a bunch of our personal information, including a picture of our house, within its pages.
He wasn't kidding.
Most subscribers will receive an issue that features four cover pages of intensely personalized information, a demonstration of bleeding-edge technology that may one day allow for mass-customized and hyper-individualized print publications (btw, pace the Times' headline, our monthly print circulation totals about 55,000).I would think this would be prohibitively expensive, but obviously not. Reason's not exactly what comes to mind with the words Big Budget.
Looking forward to this one.