Something about early spring weather brings out the former in me, so here's this morning's link, with a quote:
"If James Frey deserved to be raked over the coals for lying about how drunk he was, doesn't Oprah deserve some scrutiny for pitching the meretricious nonsense in 'The Secret'?"
Aah, thank you Peter Birkenhead — I'm feeling better already! h/t to Maude Newton, who'd rather we were reading Drown, by Junot Díaz.
Further balm can be found here. The entire slideshow is a winner, but this is the picture that seems to be calling out to my subconscious most nights.