I have the blog About Last Night linked to the right, but this is my first specific link to a post over there. Needless to say, this is strictly an oversight on my part, not theirs, since not a day goes by I that I couldn't link to at least one (usually more) wonderfully written items on their page. I am a huge fan of Terry Teachout (one of the three writers at the site, along with Laura Demanski and Carrie Frye ). I wish I knew one one-hundredth of the things Mr. Teachout not only knows about, but is able to write about in a both intelligent yet accessible manner. I've read two of his books, The Skeptic (a biography of H.L. Mencken), and A Terry Teachout Reader (a compendium of some of his earlier essays), and I'm very much looking forward to his biography of Louis Armstrong. In short, much of my cultural knowledge that would be considered anything higher than "pop" is likely attributable to the great stuff posted on About Last Night daily, and every time I read their page, I feel a little bit smarter.
Here is a post about newspaper obituaries, with a reference to writing one's own, as well as false modesty (hence the title of this post), and a funny reference to a short story that sheds light on the desire to know what will ultimately be thought of you after you've passed on. I recommend you check out the post, and bookmark the site!