Simon Dumenco goes on a rant about the Huffington Post's pronouncement that it will never pay its bloggers.

One Oct. 1, I posted something titled Letting circulation fall by design. That post linked to an NYT story about how newspapers are happy to shed low-value circulation. Mr. Speicher noted that The Globe and Mail used a similar strategy in the 1990s.

Mr. Speicher can consider himself validated. Here's some thoughts from Gilbert Cranberg, writing on the Neiman Watchdog Blog on Oct. 5: (h/t to Romenesko)

From the BBC:

Some drinkers are snorting vodka through the nose to get drunk more quickly in a fad that alcohol health workers say could be dangerous. ...

Bar staff said some people were "in tears" after trying the trend, while others reacted so quickly they were seen falling to the floor as a result of snorting the alcohol.

Nick Tegadine from the Alcohol Problems Advisory Service said pubs, clubs, bars and should get together with the authorities to robustly clamp down on the problem.

"It will get you drunk more quickly than drinking vodka, which of course is why some people do it but over time it will damage your nose. ...

"It's not a very nice thing to do, its like taking nose drops ... and when you're collapsed on the floor you certainly do not look very clever," Mr Tegadine said.

From AP via CTV.ca:

Worldwide economic growth has accelerated the level of greenhouse gas emissions to a dangerous threshold scientists had not expected for another decade, according to a leading Australian climate change expert.

Czehoski's Sausage is gone.

I drove out to its location at Islington/Queensway and saw, to my horror, a 'for sale' sign in front of the building.

Numbed, I walked to the front door. A small sign said the store is closed and the staff is will miss the paying customers. "We are not re-locating," the sign said ominously, but if it ever does re-open, ads will be posted.

To compound this nightmarish morning, I then went to Super Kolbasa on Roncesvalles and saw it was closed too! False alarm -- that was the wholesale location.

However, the Roncesvalles delis are all pale imitations of Czehoski. I've remarked on Czehoski's superior perogies in earlier posts, but the sausage is also the best I've found in Toronto. Now I'll have to look for the second-best.

The name lives on -- Czehoski restaurant on Queen West appropriated it when they occupied the space that housed the original location.

"The cooling display case that now houses our wines and beers, once displayed sausages and cold cuts," reads the website bumpf. They make that sound like the change was a good thing.

As a small matter of family history, my grandmother bought sausages and cold cuts from the original Czehoski back when Queen West was better known as Little Ukraine, rather than as a place where "trend leading professionals and artisans banter with the urban chic" (thanks, Czehoski copy-writers. I couldn't have come up with that line myself).

It's very unfortunate that this tradition has now reached the end of the line.