: Zeyad reports reaction to the new Iraqi constitution:
At the same day, the Grand Ayatollah Ali Al-Sistani shortly issued a fatwa in which he stated his disapproval of the new law, describing it as ‘an obstacle in the path of a permanent constitution’. No, mate, it’s not. It’s an obstacle in your way to put it right. Go back to your istihaza books and thick fiqh volumes, and quit meddling in our affairs until you at least apply for an Iraqi citizenship. And to tell the truth, this is a good thing because I would be actually worried if Sistani approved the new constitution.
RTWT (read the whole thing).
The bloody bits: Capitalizing on the runaway success of Mel Gibson’s Passion, CBS is bringing back its Jesus miniseries — but it cutting to the chase by airing only part II: the crucifixion.
Wolcott annoints blogs
: The April Vanity Fair has a great column from the great columnist James Wolcott coming to praise blogs.
Says the head: “Don’t dismiss blogs as the online rantings of B-list writers. Interlinked and meritocratic, seething with fierce debate and rivalries, they’re the best thing to hit journalism since the rise of the political pamphlet.” All kinds of people at the keyboards are blushing now.
The column isn’t online and because I will accept some second-hand blame for that, I’ll do penance by typing in just a few highlights and links to give Wolcott a little link love. As he moves along, Wolcott uses all this as a means of arguing that the left is hot and the right is not; that’s the raison de column.
He begins by talking about the state of the online art only a few years ago…
…bloggers tended to be lumped in the amateur division and relegated to the draft basement. Most were considered harmless hobbyists, like ham-radio operators and model-train enthusiasts, or personal diarists doodling on the laptop, hoping someday to get laid…
Far from being a refuge for nose-picking narcissists, blogs have speedily matured into the most vivifying, talent-swapping, socializing breakthrough in popular journalism since the burst of coffeehouse periodicals and political pamphleteering in the 18th century, when The Spectator, The Tatler, and sundry other sheets liberated writing from literary patronage. If Adison and Steele, the editors of The Spectator and The Tatler, were alive and holding court at Starbucks, they’d be WiFi-ing into a joint blog….
Internet space may appear to be an expanding universe of uncharted dimensions with no fixed center or hitching post, but a brain scan of the blogosphere would reveal the same hemispheric divide between left and right that prevails in the flesh realm. Not that there isn’t some friendly fraternization… But mostly liberals and conservatives congregate at their own tables in the cafeteria and shoot straw wrappers at each other, dirty looks….
Hi, is Chris Rock there?
: Laura has an absolutely wonderful story of happening to get Chris Rock’s old cell-phone number:
CALLER: It’s Adam.
CALLER: [In a jovial manner] It’s Adam Sandler!
LAURA: [Realizes instantly it was indeed Adam Sandler — there’s no mistaking that distinctive voice of his] Oh, hi!
LAURA: [Overcome with sudden punchiness, from the craziness of one minute quietly winding down for bedtime, and then talking to Adam Sandler the next] So, are you calling Chris for business or pleasure?
ADAM: [Laughs, slightly taken off guard by this question, but still retaining his happy-go-lucky attitude] I’m calling Chris to say hello and chat. So… is he there?
LAURA: [Knows it’s confession time, but tries her best to retain formerly buoyant personality] No, well… he’s not. You see, I’m actually just this random New York City girl who happened to get Chris’ old cell phone number….
ADAM: [Lets out a big laugh] Wow, that’s really funny! That’s great! You must be having a fun time with this!
Read it all; you will enjoy. [via Adam Curry]
: In the comments, folks are speculating about what Laura SHOULD have said…
: Washington Monthly hires Calpundit to blog.