plog.
I hope you will indulge my calling my own blog lovable, and, worse, particularly so. But what if I had called it a pathetic little weblog or a pretty lame weblog? Then you'd feel all obligated to pump me up with reassurances. Such a favor I'm doing you.
So, why a plog?
The innernet is well-populated with snarky weblogs. The snog genre is wide-ranging and inventive, if a bit hackneyed. Wonkette is one familiar example. The one about the white people is another. Snogs may be of the highest quality, funny and incisive, but there's nothing lovable about them. Byron Crawford, snogger extraordinaire, often refers to "people who live to hate on shit, such as myself." Pure, delicious snog.
A plog distinguishes itself by its joie de vivre. Its outlook is more sincere than sarcasmic. Here are a few plogs of note:
- The Fix. Fine political plog from Washington Post reporter Chris Cillizza. No one takes quite such genuine delight in deconstructing the horserace. (Well, besides Chris Matthews.) Cillizza has a great rapport with us Fixistas.
- Tiny Farm Blog. From a two-acre farm in Ontario, Canada comes this whirlwind of delights. Best garden porn around.
- Hendrik Hertzberg. New Yorker stalwart Hertzberg is a surprisingly tender plogger. I find his tag, "Notes on politics, mostly" particularly lovable.
Let me know of other plogs I should check out. And with that, this little plogger is taking a wee break. See ya.
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