Speaking of pathetically anal, I've been going through and applying tags to my journal entries. There's three problems with it: first, since I've been doing this thing every day for three years, there's a fuckload of entries to tag, and it's taking fucking forever. (Luckily, I have no life.) Second, a lot of the entries from 2005, which I'm doing now, are about my ex, and reading them makes me want to kill myself. And third, it's really boring. But I do it all for you, so you can more easily find entries where I make fun of James Lileks.
Who, today, complains about all the bossy kids at his daughter's school, and bitches that Spanish-speaking students in public schools getting a separate education harkens a return to segregated schools, and allows us a rare glimpse at Mrs. Lileks and why we don't hear about her too much:
I was reminded of something my wife said, which is perhaps one of the more astute pieces of personal criticism she ever levied: why do you have to have an opinion about everything?
In other Jameses-Who-Blog news, Wolcott has a pretty good piece on the aftermath of the Israel-Lebanon war here.