Chris Lightfoot is dead. I liked his weblog. He dropped off my radar a bit when he stopped posting frequently, but had he returned, I would have found out from many other bloggers linking to him enthusiastically. He only wrote when he had something to say, and when he did it was almost always good. I wasn’t aware of his many other online roles (he was involved in Pledgebank and mySociety. I can only second mySociety’s recommendation to
sift through his blog and marvel at the quantity of primary research and original coding that went into it. Documenting and exploring his work would provide material for many years of research, and yet all this was accomplished by the age of 28.
Chicken Yoghurt finds Britain’s bookworms misanthropic and death-fixated.
I have to admit that I’m even more surprised, however, that the manly warriors of the rightwing blogosphere are so genteel and restrained, which they seem inordinately proud of, as if they’ve won first prize from the Boston spinsters crochet society or something. There has always been a particular type of prissy conservative male who shares certain characteristics with fluttery Victorian ladies who get all breathless (and aroused) in the presence of muscular, earthy language. I didn’t realize that the alleged he-men of the rightwing blogosphere were like this but I suppose I should have. It certainly explains why they haven’t joined the military.
And The Poor Man, a few days ago, ran a blogger’s style guide to civility and seriousness.
Speaking of civility, read The Greatest Cliché: The Unexamined Propaganda of “Political Correctness” (via)