Should I Stay or Should I Go?

“Travel writers can be so afraid to make judgments. You end up with these gauzy tributes to the ‘magic’ of some far-off spot. But honestly, not every spot is magical for everyone. Sometimes you get somewhere, look around, and think, ‘Hey, this place is a squalid rat hole. I’d really rather be in the Netherlands.’ And that’s OK.” My friend Seth Stevenson tries to make his peace with India, backpacker culture, and extreme poverty. Sounds like the beaches are helping.

Scorn of the Sox.

Dear Roger Clemens: Let me offer my hearty congratulations on starting the All-Star Game. Wow, that is really terrific. I’d like to note, however, that I hate you. Also: You are fat. They say you’ve got this hard-core training regimen, with calisthenics and whatnot. I’m not seeing it. You’re wicked fat.Slate‘s Seth Stevenson exercises (and exorcises) his contempt for the Rocket.

Bras of Spanish Leather.

Well, I see you got your brand new leopard-skin pill-box linens… Good friend Seth Stevenson holds forth on the Dylan Victoria’s Secret ad. I found this particular tidbit quite interesting: “Asked in 1965 what might tempt him to sell out, Dylan replied: ‘Ladies undergarments’.” Hmmm…Well, now that Bobby D has fallen for Victoria, will Ray Davies be next?

Movin’ On Up.

MoveOn.org chooses the winners of the “Bush in 30 Seconds” contest, and the top vote-getter is a surprisingly subdued piece on the effects of the deficit. (My friend Seth, who’s commandeered Ad Report Card over at Slate, posted his take here.) Good choice, I’d say, although I do like the Animated Ad as well.