read ‘em and weep
The endorsements are on the street, and if there were any justice I’d be sitting somewhere getting a little mani/pedi shoulder rub. Instead, we’re embarking on our 88 page summer guide double press run gotta start in five minutes next issue. Ah spring! Ah summer! Ah love! Ah publishing!I’m taking a day off next week for sure, before I really go bonkers.Some of the races were hard to choose (AG, LC) because the candidates all seemed pretty qualified. Some were the opposite. And see how I’m not saying which? Of course, endorsements ain’t predictions. Maybe they...
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I will not blog until I finish writing the primary election endorsements.I will not blog until I finish writing the primary election endorsements.I will not blog until I finish writing the primary election endorsements.I will not blog until I finish writing the primary election endorsements.I will not blog until I finish writing the primary election endorsements.I will not blog until I finish writing the primary election endorsements.I will not blog until I finish writing the primary election endorsements.I will not blog until I finish writing the primary election endorsements.I will not blog...
Read Morethe cookie, it doth crumble
Still find the mistrial in the Robert Vigil case awfully anticlimactic. Not sure, either, why a mistrial is cause for celebration for the defense, unless this means they know the case will be a mistrial next time as well. If this were an episode of The Sopranos, that lone juror would be a suspicious character. It has been difficult, not being in court, and just relying on the media reports, to really gauge how effective the prosecution has been in its case. When all you hear is salacious, r.e. videotapes etc., it’s hard to believe they won’t convict. Still don’t get why...
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It makes me happy to read this article about Toni Morrison’s novel Beloved for a variety of reasons. One, it is a beautiful novel. Two, I love reading anything on Slate. When I was in college, my former and late professor, Larry Cave, pushed through having a preceptorial on Beloved. Big deal, you might say, except this was 1989ish and this was St. John’s College, bastion of dead white men books. Having a contemporary novel in a St. John’s preceptorial, particularly one like Beloved, was pretty outrageous. We all loved the book and Larry Cave was a wonderful tutor, probably...
Read Morethe grand yuck
Some Mondays feel harder than others. This feeling is likely enhanced by: 1. too much weekend, ending with Andy Primm’s CD release party at WilLee’s followed by poor pool playing at Cowgirl. Although I only drank two beers over the course of six hours I still feel somewhat squishy-headed. Normally Sundays are spent watching the Sopranos and working. 2. first weekend with laptop went well as in I saved gas, did not drive to work but worked comfortably from a coffee shop. Did result in drinking too much coffee and it feels like maybe I didn’t get as much done as I should...
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