That's How It Happened

Reading blogs you mostly get the impression that people are intelligent, articulate, and multifaceted. The new blogger navbar gives you a great opportunity to learn just how stupid and unintelligible most people really are. All blogspot hosted blogs are now linked by a random webchain. You can view random blog after random blog at the click of a button.
The horrifying discovery is that the vast majority of blogs are pitifully awful. Maybe 1% do not fall into one of the following categories:

1. Scintillating insights about Bush and/or Kerry
2. InSaNe CoMMeNtS from aSiAn tEenS
3. Utterly a hrf="< fucked /a] HTML, mak {}ing [/i
it illegible
4. Only a single initial post before being abandoned
5. A final post that reads "I promise to update more often"
6. Really really terrible long winded posts about the joys of child rearing/kitten rearing
7. Bogus "spam" blogs promoting ViAgRa or pR0N

In maybe a straight hundred random blogs the only two of any interest: mind the shark and nov22 in which people blog the fish they've caught, with pretty pictures. I challenge you to do any better. Start from Peabs and try and find a single good random blog. Blogs suck harder than you could imagine.

Go and see the Mad Ape Pen a web URL of few syl abl es.

Lists, lists, and more lists. Soon there will be no journalism, only lists. But seriously Chuck Palahniuk's "List of 10 non-perishable disaster foods that make me look forward to earthquakes or atomic attacks", and Christian O'Connell's "Top five chimps in history." (which strangely includes a squirrel monkey, a gorilla, and an orang utan), is actually awesome reading. Keep up the non-journalism journalists.

Roka looked promising: great reviews, awesome interior design, championing of shochu cocktails, and cheap(ish) prices for fancy japanese food. Sadly it's a little disappointing: the sushi is less good than Pham or Nobu, and the cocktails were abysmal. Though full marks for at least daring to combine shochu, calpico, and pear juice.

Circus Oz are performing at the Royal Festival Hall for three weeks. It's billed as a sexy contemporary circus. I caught the opening night, and actually it's deliciously old fashioned. Well except for the lesbian static trapeze act. There's several awesome acts, including brilliant flatland bmx set to music, and a guy who dislocates both shoulders in order to squeeze his body through the head of two tennis rackets. I almost want to run away and join the circus.