James Lileks is well worth reading every day. Go and do so. Today's bleat includes this charming paragraph, and I so completely identify with it:

Just took a break to dance with the Gnat. After her bath she runs laughing into my room and wants to dance. There are three songs she wants: “The Chunk Swirly Twirl,” from the Rolie Polie Olie show, the theme from the game “Tropico,” which I have MP3d, and “Love is Good for Anything that Ails You.” She enjoys being picked up and swung in a circle until dizzy, after which she staggers around, giggles “Dizzy!” and then falls down, or pees on the floor, or both. Daddy’s little raver. I have to get her some glow sticks.

When I grow up, I want to be James Lileks.

I have been a fan of Virginia Postrel for years now, from way back when I only knew her name on the masthead at Reason magazine. After reading "The Future and Its Enemies", I became a full-fledged fanboy although I've been able to resist collecting photographs or other otaku behaviors. Today, she writes about football. I wonder if she has an action figure?

Dave Barry writes an unusually not-funny column about Flight 93 and their dead. I didn't quite weep, but I did get a bit teary.