A foot of snow in Chicago. Me no likey.
Musings, observations, and written works from the publisher of Eckhartz Press, and the author of "The Living Wills", "$everance," "Just One Bad Century," "Father Knows Nothing," and "The Radio Producer's Handbook."
"Lou Dobbs famously left his perch at CNN back in November (and got paid for doing so). But he continues his United Stations-syndicated afternoon radio show, and now he’s offering “exclusive access” to his further thoughts through a new website. It costs $5.95 a month or $49.95 a year, and USA Today says you get podcasts of the radio show plus additional content like Q&As with Lou, video, and message boards. Oh – and 10% off of the purchase of Lou Dobbs merchandise like his “Don’t Tread on Me” coffee mug."
"Pandora Inc. has struck a deal with electronics maker Pioneer Corp. that promises to make it easier for drivers to listen to its personalized radio service in cars—bringing Internet radio one step closer to snagging a built-in spot on dashboards. The development represents a direct challenge to broadcasters of satellite and traditional radio, who have long dreaded the arrival of Internet radio in cars.
This is not a funny story at all. 


Not many people are quitting their jobs these days, but Cracked.com has compiled some of the ballsier stories of people quitting. These are people that didn't just burn a bridge, they burned down the whole town (metaphorically speaking of course.)
The Bears kept Lovie, and in the process of saving a few bucks, lost the best coach available to the Redskins.

One hundred years ago this week, the Cubs are preparing for yet another NL Pennant winning season (Photo: Big Ed Reulbach). 

Seventy five years ago this week, the Cubs are preparing for yet another NL Pennant winning season. Meanwhile, Elvis Presley is born in Tupelo, Mississippi, and Amelia Earhart makes the first solo flight from California to Hawaii. (Amelia grew up in Chicago)
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Stephen Colbert has been deposed as part of the Viacom/YouTube lawsuit.




According to a new unauthorized biography coming out soon, Warren Beatty has slept with "12,775 women, give or take, a figure that does not include daytime quickies, drive-bys, casual gropings, stolen kisses and so on."
Would you believe that it was more popular than Google for two days?
This is Marie Claire editor in chief Joanna Coles. Her New Years resolution is as follows...
I think Chicago Tribune columnist Phil Rogers and I are the only two people who think signing Marlon Byrd was a good idea for the Cubs.
I was at a party last week and something happened that I can't quite shake. We were having a normal cocktail party conversation about Beatles Rockband, when the person I was talking to announced that she hated the Beatles.
"Limbaugh will be making guest appearances on his show today and tomorrow. Syndicator Premiere says he’ll take it easy and won’t be back to his radio show full time until Wednesday...Rush says everything’s fine, health-wise. He staged a press conference at the hospital on Friday to announce that his heart’s okay and that “the angiogram showed literally no heart disease or arterial disease whatsoever.” That’s a good thing for a 58-year-old guy who’s a dedicated cigar smoker, much less somebody who’s had a few previous health scares like his deafness in 2001 and the prescription pill mess a couple of years later. Rush says he’s not using painkillers now, though he is taking the anti-inflammatory drug prednisone. (Some folks think the prednisone could’ve produced the chest-pain symptoms.) Rush says “there’s nothing wrong with the American healthcare system”, based on his recent experience. You’d certainly hope that a guy who banked a $100 million signing bonus last Summer can get decent medical attention, right?"
I'll be back to full-time blogging starting tomorrow, but for today I just posted my latest "Father Knows Nothing" column at NWI Parent. It's the Kaempfer family's annual parody of sappy Christmas letters.