wipe the slate clean

So, I've resolved to avoid the mistake I made in earlier blogs and whatnots to do my thinking in isolation. It turns out that I missed out on so many rich opportunities for mudslinging, invective, flamethrowing, culture wars, personal attacks and mini-muffin baskets.

I plan to remedy this by linking to other blogs and sites that I enjoy or enjoy hating. In that spirit, here's the best of the best, the site that I would hook to my veins, were it physically possible: the online magazine Slate.

I digest other magazines (The New Yorker, New York, News about New's Yorky in New York While Yorking the New, and Cat Fancy), but Slate fits me perfectly. It has the perfect mixture of snark, analysis and a refusal to apologize for its appeal to intelligent people that appeals to me. Granted, it's pretty left-brain and needs to be supplemented with something that nurtures the soul, but it's an indispensable resource for me.

We all deserve one slice of media that suits us perfectly and serves as our portal to the world. Well, besides Cat Fancy.