The Fredösphere

Dang, this is heart-pounding fun!  But those New Urbanists, they are just heart-pounding evil:

Fellow New Yorkers, beware: There are New Urbanists among us, and they have started to organize. Eavesdrop has learned that, in their crusade to spread their radical brand of Main Street nostalgia, followers of the cultish Congress for the New Urbanism are starting a local chapter. [...] The agitator in question was New Urbanist blogger John Massengale, and “rarely have I seen such bluster,” continues our spy, who adds that the gathering quickly degenerated into “a hollering match over who was closer to [CNU president] John Norquist—as if he were Kim Jong Il or something. It was so scary it was comical.” [...] We, however, are still terrified. “It felt like being in a roomful of Republicans,” our informant says, “with their strange fanaticism and extremely bad haircuts.”

And Panopticist admires George Crumb's scores as beautiful artifacts in their own right.  (All of the above via Design Observer.)

Greg Sandow waxes rhapsodic on the multifaceted splendiferousness of the sport of curling.  I'm extremely pleased to announce I have tried the sport one evening, thanks to an invitation from a saucy, pert filly who eventually became the wifeösphere.  My reax:  fun once, but a bit too one-dimensional to hold my interest. 

I mean the curling, of course -- sheesh!  You people.