Some news, some notes, some whatnots
You know, most days when you see the 7 a.m. time stamp on a post, I'm actually up that early blogging.
But I won't touch Midnight Sun without a large cup of hot, tasty coffee. That's my only prerequisite (a big word for 7 a.m., I know).
A brief tangent: Anybody know a local spot or distributor that carries really good coffee? Like, this stuff? I'd love to get some without paying an arm and a leg for shipping from Costa Rica.
If you notice, Midnight Sun (and the rest of the Sun blogs) got a minor face lift earlier this week.
I lobbied hard to have the blog search bar bumped up from the very bottom of the sidebar almost all the way to the top. That way, it's easier to find previous posts. At least, that's what I'm hoping.
I also created a Name That Bar category, which will (soon) have all the previous Name That Bar contests and winners, just for kicks. And I'm going to add a category titled All the Essentials (or something like that), and put some background posts about me and Midnight Sun in it ...
BD left a comment last night under the Best Fells Point Neighborhood Bar post wanting to know when a winner will be declared.Truth is, I've been putting it off because I don't feel like sitting down and tallying 130-some votes. I mean, Bad Decisions won, but I'd like to know who came in second and such. Hopefully I can get to that today.
Last night, I had the Dirty Marmaduke Flute Squad (also known as the Hilltop Hightopps) in for a Baltimore Unsigned taping. At one point, guitarist Ryan Graham and I were talking about Midnight Sun, and how I'll write a post that I expect will be a hit but goes nowhere. And then, I'll write a post as a one-off and it will catch fire.
"Then why don't you write more posts like that?", he said.
My response: "That's just like saying, 'Hey, Billy Joel, why haven't you written any hits lately?'"
Better yet -- my colleague Chris Kaltenbach was on the red carpet back in '98, standing next to a member of the foreign press. Up walks one of actor Michael Douglas' brothers. In what is probably the most tactless question possible, the foreign journo walks up to the Douglas bro and asks:"Hey [random Douglas brother], why aren't you as famous as your father or brother?"