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I am no fan of advertising, especially dishonest advertising, so I enjoyed Joel Spolsky’s analysis of a recent Earthlink campaign that intends to deceive.

Dan Gillmor of the SJ Merc was also amused, and coerced Earthlink’s VP of Brand Marketing to respond: Our Direct Mail Doesn’t Lie

I’m with Dan (and Joel) on this one; I only attend to such junk mail for as long as it takes to shred it.

This is one of my favorite cookbooks. It is interesting to read, as it combines some history and color from the Caribbean with the recipes, which are clear and easy to follow. The book is beautifully illustrated by Brooke Scudder, and bound right so it lays flat (open) on your kitchen counter.

Harris’ recipe for Jerked Chicken makes the best I’ve ever tasted — much better than most “jerked chicken” you’ll find in restaurants. It alone is worth the price of the book; the recipe makes a stunning centerpiece for a neighborhood barbecue.

If you like to grill, and you like spicy foods, you can’t go wrong with this book.

Patronize these links, man:

• Amazon (Hardback)

In the average U.S. home, the television is on almost eight hours a day.

This is beyond shocking. What could they possibly be watching?

One evening last July, my wife and I were having dinner with a friend in Los Angeles. Just after we were seated, a group was seated at the next table. Our host knew one of the people in the other party, and so we were introduced all around. It was a brief but pleasant exchange which consisted mostly of names and Hello’s and Nice to meet you’s back and forth. At one point, meeting someone named Casey, I’d said, for example, “Hello, Casey, nice to meet you.”

After we were all seated again, my friend Greg leaned over and said, “His name isn’t Casey; it’s K.C.” He emphasized both syllables.

I thought this through. Stressing those two syllables equally carries significance, as you may have yourself come to realize. Greg had just identified an individual. I’d met not one-of-millions of people named Casey, but one-of-one person named K.C.

I said, “K.C., as in —”

Greg said, “Yes.”

That stressed second syllable identified not only an individual. I realized there was a high probability that I’d just deduced the identity of the entire party.

I motioned over my shoulder at them. “And the rest of those guys?”

Greg said, “Yes.” He knew that I knew. “The Sunshine Band.”

At which point, naturally, we challenged ourselves to list all the K.C. & the Sunshine Band songs we could remember. Here are a few of my favorites, in RealAudio courtesy the official website: Shake Your Booty, That’s the Way (uh-huh, uh-huh) I Like It (uh-huh, uh-huh), Get Down Tonight