Still employed, which is good, but that meant I was too busy to blog, which is probably also good. Anyhow, several developments, all of which would have been worthy of separate posts had they been timely, but which now require a big computer mashup, a la Girl Talk, only less lyrical.
Leading off, while Sen. Gillibrand is no Roger Goodell, I'll concede she is somebody's kid. She's still a good choice for my neighborhood's needs, and if she screws up, so what? The people get to decide if they like her Bride of Chucky pose in two years. And Dems who worry about giving the 20th CD back to the GOP in the special election shouldn't. That seat is likely to be redistricted, possibly out of existence, by the legislature after the next census.
Downstream from that, I'm sorry we won't see Donny vs. Danny. Too bad Betty Little was born a woman and resides in the Congressional district she wanted to represent. Those both disqualify her for the nomination.
Nonetheless, Dan Stewart stays in our consciousness, thanks to this publicity whore, who evidently was jealous of the other guy named Phelps getting all the ink. Tough to tell which one is blowing more smoke. By the way, the swimmer's agent better send a big FTD order to A-Rod for leading the media DEA in a different direction.
But enough about others. I did this and this for the Super Bowl, as well as a mag preview of Wednesday's big U.S.-Mexico soccer match, which should go online next week, and in the coming issue there's a piece on sports and the presidency--including a really cool Nixon photo.
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One more note on Super Bowl stuff. I saw very little of the pregame hype but highly recommend this and this. The fact that both writers have come to speak to my Plattsburgh State class has nothing to do with these selections.
