Where else but on a blog can you find flame-throwing spitefulness like this? As the New York Times editorial writers put it a few weeks ago — Mencken’s ghost stalks the blogosphere.

As the Washington Post and Newsday try to profile John Kerry’s reclusive step-son, Political Wire comes up with a telling scooplette.

Three-month-old Taco (or Pierre?) joins us from the Chatham pound. He seems both gentle and bold and already has a favorite relief spot in the front yard.

At the bottom of the post, Tony Pierce posts answering machine messages, including a classic by Matt Welch.

Matt Welch explains why partisan investigative bloggers, operating alone or in small packs can outpace traditional, nonpartisan, corporate-funded journalists.

Reporting on hamburger gnoshing with bloggers in LA, Emmanuelle Richard writes:

With all the talk of webstars, tools for measuring traffic, influence in the blogosphere and whatever, it’s easy to forget that blogs primarily enable relatives and friends to stay in touch and get to know each other better.

As publishers like Reuters outsource reporting jobs to Bangalore, reporters should consider outsourcing publishing functions traditionally performed by companies like Reuters — distribution , content management, advertising sales, PR — to the Internet.

Is the creative individual redundant, or the corporation?

… gone.

Still recovering from the surge tide of blogad buying leading up to the Democratic convention, we can see a similar wave forming offshore for the R-convention. If you are one of the folks eyeing a premium slot but figuring you’ll just hang out a little longer and buy only for that week, you’re going to miss out.

DailyKos’ two premium slots are already gone. Two slots on TPM are booked through November. Roland Piquepaille is booked through October. Here’s the list of other premium slots currently open. My guess is that by the end of next week, most of those slots will be booked continuously through the convention.

Though hot and muggy, the days are yellowing and crackling with fall.

In the season’s spirit, we’re weeding, playing lots of pingpong on a new table in the garage and, gulp, contemplating a puppy.

Drunken British civil servants, particularly female, are smarter. Ken Layne doesn’t conclude that we should swot up for the British civil service.