I obviously haven't posted anything here for half a week. Sometimes I've had the urge, but not the time. Occasionally I've had the time, but not the energy. And when I've had the energy, sometimes I haven't had the urge. I'm afraid my interest in this election survived only until the last two weeks before the vote, and apparently no longer. Worse, I throw myself into the details every morning before dawn and don't emerge until the early afternoon. This is too much on top of enough already. If I worked in another industry I'd probably be blogging up a storm. Ironic, huh?
Wolf ads? Missing explosives? Clinton and Giuliani (and maybe Schwarzenegger)? Newspaper endorsements? Bush's travel schedule? I have opinions about all of these, but I can't say they're unique enough to warrant spending all the rest of my remaining time in front of a computer typing them out. If that makes me a bad blogger, well, so be it. I will continue to follow the race as closely as everyone else in this town, and I do care about the outcome, but that doesn't mean I'll be writing about it.
In other news, I have now cast my ballot in the state of Oregon (sorry, EYDP) and mailed it back. While the decisions I made on that ballot may not be a great surprise, I'll return on election day to summarize my votes. Will I return before that? It's possible. In fact, whenever I make announcements of hiatus, I'm usually back online in another day or so. I don't think that will happen this time, but you never know. At the very least, I'll see you on E-Day.
In the meantime, I'll be reading. From a book. About something other than politics. I should really do this more often.
Why oh why can't I kick my Slate habit? Frequent readers are sure to note that I cite Slate and its writers far more frequently than any other publication. Even my local daily, the Washington Post, comes in a distant second. Yet I read The Atlantic, National Journal, New Yorker and Weekly Standard regularly as well (ESPN, too), but almost exclusively in their print editions, which are mostly unlinkable. A few years ago I read Salon more often, but since they've turned (a) away from literature (b) toward relentless anti-Bush sensationalism and (c) a subscription/day-pass model, I don't read it very often.
As a friend and colleague of Armed Prophet's has
Speaking of hate and partisan hackery, James Carville is unable to hide it when he's lost an argument, and he becomes unhinged. Sometimes this manifests in a funny way, like when he put a wastebasket on his head (at right) during election night in '02, once the Democratic debacle became clear. Sometimes it's just unsettling. Yesterday, frustrated by reports that Bush was inexplicably inching upward in the national surveys, he lashed out, face reddened:
I saw "Team America: World Police" in a screening last weekend and loved every second of it (biggest laughs: the AIDS song, the hammer and Kim Jong-Il's pumas), but by this point I've obviously lost out on my chance to write an exclusive review/response. What I had is 500 words long, barely halfway finished, and going into my "unfinished" folder. So I'm just going to link to
It is understabdable that the Boston Globe's Rick Klein is defensive about his state's liberal reputation. It's understandable that he would write
