The Da Vinci Code, Jr.
I've been wanting to get in here that my favorite Da Vinci Code article written in the United States to date came this Sunday in the Sun-Sentinel. Chauncey Mabe did it. I like Mabe. You'd think that a book editor with a name like that would be insufferable. But Mabe is down with the peeps. He's damn smart and knows his way around the written page, too. Anyway, he tells us the interesting history of the DVC plot (let's just say that Irving Wallace, were he alive, might be a little pissed). Then he brings in local author extraordinaire James W. Hall to tell it like it is. Read the story before it disappears into the ether and band of self-flagellating Hollywood zealots try to cover it up forever.
The Miami New Times, in naming NBC6.net the best local web site (seriously), declared that blogging is "so four years ago, kind of like Oakland Raiders jackets and Nike pool shoes." It's no secret that MNT isn't into what it calls "online journaling," but you think that item might have led to a fresh beatdown in the blogdom? Follow the links.
Alright, I have a lot of real work to do today. So I leave you with a couple of photographs. First, just in case you missed it, there's the mug shot of airport madman Johnny Winton, the Miami commish. I think I can just barely see the blue steel of a cyborg frame underneath that meat mash. He's not human, I tell you.
And next, just for kicks, is a picture of Colin Powell in a dress. It was sent to me by Maria Spike, the editor of the book Outcry: American Voices of Conscience, Post-9/11 (which includes a column by your Pulp administrator). Dubya's former bitch is a sexy thing when he cleans himself up. There are more pics of famous politicos all dolled up that I may dribble out over time, but this is definitely one of my favorites: