Links: Back to the Monday Grind
Sometimes you have one of those weekends when it is well-nigh impossible to get back into your workaday grind. To fix it, or at least put off the inevitable, here are some sweet links I've come across over the past week or so.
- I think my favorite thing about this Vanity Fair piece on the Wainwright-McGarrigle clan is the title: Songs in the Key of Lacerating. But it's a good read, too, especially if you love those Wainwright boys. Note to self: need to check out the music of the female side of the family. (via.. I forgot)
- A new portrait every day? Photographer Bill Waldman is doing a really fine job of it. Definitely worth a daily visit. (via Coudal)
- Um, I love this lolcat. (Icanhascheezburger)
- Disturbing trends with SCOTUS... (MoJo)
Ginsburg, now the only female Justice since Sandra Day O'Connor's retirement, has gone up against the same five justices (Alito, Roberts, Kennedy, Scalia, and Thomas) in both recent dissents. Those five frequently form the core of her opposition, and perhaps not surprisingly, three of these five justices were hand-picked by Bush presidents (Alito, Roberts, and Thomas). The other two were picked by Reagan.
- Is Google evil? I was actually recently checking out Google's job listings on the foundation/nonprofit side, but this article makes me second-guess that idea. (MoJo)
If you are a Gmail user, Google stashes copies of every email you send and receive. If you use any of its other products—Google Maps, Froogle, Google Book Search, Google Earth, Google Scholar, Talk, Images, Video, and News—it will keep track of which directions you seek, which products you shop for, which phrases you research in a book, which satellite photos and news stories you view, and on and on. Served up à la carte, this is probably no big deal. Many websites stow snippets of your data. The problem is that there’s nothing to prevent Google from combining all of this information to create detailed dossiers on its customers, something the company admits is possible in principle.