We’ve now published a page summarizing the mininetworks bloggers have been pulling together over the last couple of months. You can see it at www.blogads.com/advertise/order.

Tap this and can quickly advertise on a blogger-sorted list of Evangelical blogs, TV blogs, food blogs, gay blogs… all organized and supported by the members of those individual blogospheres. Note that, as an advertiser, you can click a bunch of these networks and build a “package of packages” and we’ll automatically cull duplications. (Are you a blogger who wants to form your own mininetwork? Drop me a line.)

Brian Clark, the philosopher king of blog advertising and maestro behind the Sharp, Audi and Levi’s blogads campaigns, has finally stepped from behind the curtain to talk about his strategies.

My favorite “buzz seeding” tool currently is the amazing network over at BlogAds.com in part because of the interesting things you can do when you leave the IAB standards behind…

I’m relieved to see Brian write this, because he’s been threatening to dis us to scare other creative advertisers away from his favorite fishing hole.

Vauhini Vara does a good job of rounding up blogger reactions.

My favorite photo from yesterday.

Looking this morning at the map of bombings in London, I was struck by the relatively narrow slice arc of London geography the bombers chose to attack. Why didn’t they also go for the tourist-strewn West End or posh Belgravia or strike right in the heart of the pin-striped City?

Looking again tonight, I notice that all those three trains and the bus passed through one junction — Kings Cross/St. Pancras tube/train/bus station. (I used to live right around the corner.)

Here’s the tube map. Edgeware road, Liverpool Street and Aldgate are all on the Circle line (yellow). And Russell Square is on the Picadilly line (blue), which also passes through Kings Cross.

TV commentators this morning suggested that the bombings may have been the work of 10 or 12 people. But the subway map suggests one person could have planted all three bombs simply by strolling around in the Kings Cross station and then surfacing to plant the final bomb on the bus on nearby Tavistock Square. And if the “cell” had more than one person, we’d have seen bombs on other transport axes.

Update: The NYT’s recap states that the two Circle Line trains were headed toward Kings Cross, but doesn’t specify the direction of the Picadilly Line train. If the latter was headed north, it’s conceivable that all three bombs were dispatched from the South Kensington station in the south west corner of the Circle Line, which is where all three trains might have crossed at roughly 8.30AM. But the Tavistock bus is tough to fit into this scenario. If there’s any truth to the lone bomber scenario, the good news is that he’ll be easier to identify in London’s omnipresent security cameras. The scenario also opens the door to non-jihadist Eric Rudolph-like culprits.

Having decried anonymous sourcing last month the day after publishing anonymous speculation about Tom Cruise’s studio relationships — “I’m very much against the use of anonymous sources unless there’s some compelling public interest” — Arianna Huffington goes back to the well today after standing around with some insiders in Aspen, but not bothering to scribble down names.

A cluster of high-powered media insiders quickly switched over to ‘The Gossip-Driven Reality.’ The well-informed suppositions were flying faster than the peloton at the Tour de France. I can tell you what was said, I just can’t tell you who was saying it… According to the players, the key to whether this story has real legs — and whether it will spell the end of Rove — is determining intent. And a key to that is whether there was a meeting at the White House where Rove and Scooter Libby discussed what to do with the information they had gotten from the State Department…

Ahh, the joys of anonymous mud-slinging.

Celebrating its 10th birthday, Amazon is going to get Harrison Ford to make the delivery to someone who orders a Raiders of the Lost arc DVD. Anna Kournikova will deliver an Adidas order. Moby will deliver his latest CD. Great fun and marketing before, during and after.

As it did during its last birthday, Amazon links to its original home page.

My colleague Peter IMs from Budapest that the authorities have cleared the city’s three biggest shopping malls — Mammut, Westend, Árkád — as a result of a bomb threat.

Apparently the threat was phoned in at 9.20 AM (that’s 40 minutes before the first London explosion.)

Folks are apparently disturbed that the public was only told of the threat at 2PM. The bombs were threatened to blow at 4PM, which was 10AM EST and has now passed.

For those of you who speak Hungarian, more news
here.

Though the thing was apparently fixed yesterday, one of our image servers seems to continue to be on the blink, which is having spill over effects on the other image servers. This should be fixed overnight.

To celebrate the fourth, we attended a parade run (twice) around a tiny lake in the hills of western North Carolina, then watched hula hoop/greasy pole-climbing/pigcalling contests. I won a dollar wagering on the winning hula-hooper but lost it backing the wrong pole-climber. After dinner, watched square dancers on a couple of abandoned tennis courts. Walking home, we squashed lightning bugs.

Last week’s events included canoeing on the New River (America’s oldest) with Wahoo, watching Horn in the West, lots of fiddling at BRAG and pottery at Montreat. The highlights: waving sparklers around a fiddler stoked camp-fire, singing Amazing Grace, hearing a young fiddler riff on Summertime. Despite occassional patches of sun, the week was soaked in fragrant green fog.

Meanwhile, Matt Welch compares the blog boom to the dotcom bubble and foresees tears: “Once the funny money was gone, so too were the celebrity journalists.”

And Steve Locke builds a pool pool as his neighbor relives a bike trip across America from 1995. 1995.

I’m on vacation through July 5, hopefully (yes, correct usage) practicing on a new trombone when not hiking near Blowing Rock NC. Give Anthony or Peter or Miklos a shout if you need anything.