The Inter-Webs: Not Just For Political Blogging and Porn!

So, via a site that I don't visit nearly often enough (unspeak.net), I found a link to another website called wordle.net where I was able to generate this totally awesome thing called a "Wordle" from the text of my blog:



But you can do it with any text you like. For instance, here's the text of Obama's wonderful speech on race from a few months ago:



And this is from "Hamlet," 'O, what a rogue and peasant slave am I!' (Act 2, scene 2, 555-612):



And this is Abraham Lincoln's Gettysburg Address:



And those are just the one's I made myself, here's a link to their gallery. I found these gems, like "Santeria" by Sublime:



And "Sweet Child O' Mine" by G-n-R:



And the entire text of "The Hitch Hiker's Guide To The Galaxy"



And "The Raven":



And, in honor of Billy Joel's performance tonight at Shea (the final music performance ever at Shea - apart from the national anthem at Mets games), and to highlight my friend Broadway Carl having attended the second-to-last show night before last, I give you "We Didn't Start The Fire":



Seriously, go check it out. It's a lot of fun, actually.

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Sports Notes

OK, still working on the next Peak Oil post, but the Mets take the first game 7-4. Boo-YA!

And I don't really watch horse racing, but I was in the room when they ran the 133rd Preakness this afternoon and, boy howdy, it was actually very exciting to see Big Brown - who just won the Kentucky Derby - two or three back, then steadily outpace all his competitors around the final bend, finishing with about half a mile of daylight between him and Macho Again, who placed.
And all the while, he hardly broke a sweat. By the end of it, that horse looked like he could go another lap or two.

I admire horse racing even if I don't fully understand or appreciate it, sort of like opera. Sometimes, the majesty - the pomp and circumstance surrounding the celebration of the sheer physical prowess of the participants - I find deeply moving in an abstract, elemental, visceral way.

On to Belmont!

Photo via New York Times & Jonathan Ernst/Reuters