There has been a lot of speculation concerning this image of Vice President Dick Cheney. Some bloggers argue that a naked woman can be seen in the reflection of his sunglasses, while others argue it’s simply the handle of a fly fishing rod. What do you think? Personally, I think it’s a kangaroo wearing boxing gloves.

Being that the school year is coming to an end, I’m sure all of you feel like sleep deprived zombies, whose only salvation is a can of Monster. Well, I want to help, and being that I can’t do your homework for you, I have the next best thing: a movie! Hopefully this clip can help reassure you that you’re not alone in this dizzying world of facebook profiles, homework, and beer.

What does Barack Obama have in common with Pickachu? Well, more than you may think.

I’ll bet the weekend internet poster at The New York Times is laughing pretty hard right now. He or she managed to stack a story about the Clintons’ enormous post-presidential wealth ($109 million) on top of one where Hillary is looking to create a cabinet post for poverty.

Although a poverty secretary is somewhat ludicrous - isn’t that the job of, say, the secretary of health and human affairs or the secretary of labor? - it certainly looks good as a selling point for Clinton’s campaign. Too bad it has to be overshadowed (literally) by the Clintons’ embarrassingly positive account balance.

Perhaps the Times thought it would be funny to juxtapose the two stories, but I think they’re funny enough by themselves. Here’s a screenshot of the web page, in case you missed it - because of the low quality of the image, you have to click on it to see the details.

I did a little half-time-style circling in the Paint file. So sue me.

In my Foundations of American Education class, the author of the critically acclaimed memoir, Holler If You Hear Me: The Education of a Teacher and His Students, Greg Michie, came to speak to my classmates and I about his experiences as a teacher in the predominately Mexican-American South Side of Chicago. While speaking, he recommended we watch two videos.

The first is titled “A Girl Like Me,” and it focuses on how African American girls grapple with the concept of beauty as defined by American society. The second clip, which is titled “Nice White Lady,” is much more humorous. It is a Mad TV spoof of the stereotypical film genre, where an outside teacher comes to an inner-city school and saves his or her students from a life of poverty and crime.

I think both clips, in spite of their stylistic differences, make an equally profound point concerning how minorities and urban society are perceived in American society. There is something fundamentally wrong with how we treat and represent our often marginalized minority population, and hopefully these two clips help to spell that out for you.

Its hard to believe.

A missing apostrophe on a tribute statue for Ernie Banks, famed Cubs ballplayer, sounds about right for Wrigleyville. Although I’m no grammar freak (read: I am a grammar freak), it’s still bizarre to me how sculptor Lou Cella could have missed that kind of error.

Then again, I remembered a Chicago story from a few years ago where a man with some local pride sued a tattoo artist for accidentally writing “Chi-tonw” on his chest. It was an honest mistake, the artist claimed. And in protest of the suit, which they deemed ludicrous, several of the artist’s “professional colleagues” got their own “Chi-tonw” tattoos.

Sometimes, we miss the details when we’re looking for the big picture. In the tattoo situation, the man inspected the sketch that had been made on his own chest before the needle ever touched him. How many other people looked at this statue before it went on display without saying a thing?

A testament to human oversight and human error is occasion more for laughter than reprimand. So if the relentlessly optimistic short-stop/first-baseman isn’t that concerned - and it’s safe to assume that Banks is probably not in tears plotting his revenge - perhaps we shouldn’t be either.

Kiyoshi Martinez, former editor in chief of the Daily Illini, got famous today for his founding of angryjournalist.com. The web site is home to over 2000 anonymous gripes from people in the journalism business. A wire piece written today was picked up on Drudge as a supplement to news that CBS will be making cuts to its newsroom staff.

If you’re interested in the inner-workings of a (not so?) modern newsroom, AJ is a good place to start. It’s kind of depressing reading so those with weak stomachs (read: journ majors) beware.

However, despite the growing pains modern journalism is going through, other occupations could use a site like this too. Angryteacher.com? Angrypolitician.com? Angrycop.com? Angryparent.com? Angrystudent.com?