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A quote from Madam Speaker Pelosi.
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Pretty harsh criticism of Senator Obama's campaign, coming from the keyboard of the WAPOs Mr. Milbank.
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Incorrect statement: "The purpose of State is to prevent wars".
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The idea would work something like Fractional Reserve Banking: governments would keep enough sovereignty to stay solvent, and return the rest to the citizens for use. Or something like that.
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I've just finished downloading my first audiobook. I'm very excited (typing on my macbook air) about the incipient rumors of a mac tablet. I love my technology, and yet...
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Burt Rutan unveils the first of, I hope, many, varied, slingshots towards the stars:
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I do not think i'll ever take two classes at once: man, that was grueling. Add to it, I have an econ professor from the Austrian School and an essentially Neomalthusian geopolitics professor...well, my head was set to explode. On thing I did learn? Socialism/Communism? That's yesterdays news.
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My Flash Fiction Friday for today. I'll have to wait for the internet to pay fair before I can fix the formatting (UPDATE: fixed).
Wendell bent over the leather bound book, in the reading room of the New York Public Library.
He dipped his quill into the inkwell and brought the pen over the clear, crisp, parchment page. He hesitated a moment, then wrote:
“The end…”
He paused.
Romulus Wendell Jones was old, at least in the telling of his body. His back ached, his shoulders were stiff and his knees complained. He’d lived on good life or several mediocre ones; it was all in the telling. Wendell was neither famous nor rich. He’d never left New York; the city held everything to be seen and anything to be done. Wendell embraced New York as he had embraced life; with anger and bitterness, with joy and laughter, with growth and with understanding. The story of the city was very much the story, writ large, of Wendell, a simple man who now sat bent, over a leather bound book, in the reading room of the New York Public Library.
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Probably the same way I do: Michael Yon sends a dispatch to your email box.
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I'm listening to Senator Obama for the first time, live. No snippets, no interpretation.
Waiting for Godot McCain, I stumble across this on INDYMAC, via wikipedia:
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Nine U.S. Soldiers were killed in battle; enemy losses are approximately 200 (unclear at this time). The historic ratio, at least since Somalia, has been 1 US Soldier dead for every 10 enemy killed. I don't now why, but that has been my general observation. So, reading the New York Times, what happened?
At the lightly fortified observation post nearby, American soldiers came under heavy fire from militants streaming through farmland under cover of darkness. Most of the American casualties took place there, a senior American military official said.
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I was perhaps a little to harsh, criticizing Obamagirl in the post below. It's obvious she's a smart, driven individual with a phenomenal set of ideas about campaigning. Besides, in finding things to like about Amber Lee, I won't come off like this curmudgeon:
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It shapes the narrative in odd ways. Senator Obama's Icon-fu is pretty powerful; I have not seen something like it in quite awhile:
Lee predicted Obama would be elected in November.
"When that happens, it will change everything. ... You'll have to measure time by `Before Obama' and `After Obama,'" Lee said during the panel. "It's an exciting time to be alive now."
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1. Cool (tongue in cheek) history of the Stickman at the Uncyclopedia:
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Venice looms large in my mind (along with paper, pens, erotic arts and electronics...go figure) and the popular imagination.
(updated to remove photo at owner's request)
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Interesting fact:
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Persia, busted shaping the narrative. Danger Room rounds up the responses. My fav:
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The State Department blimp hovered over the Arctic wasteland.
That’s not right; in school we learned there are no true frontiers. Every scrap of earth has some purpose. Frontiers were what you got before boundaries; boundaries were what you got when people moved in and started setting up markers.
So, the State Department blimp hovered over the Arctic frontier.
And it was definitely a frontier. The Moscow Machine was up here and so was Union. Of course, we had a piece or State Department wouldn’t have sent my team into here.
Oil. The last great rush of the mid twenty-first century was on and folks were moving into the Arctic in record numbers.
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I started adding some, well, what do you call them, Title Pictures, to some of my stories.
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I did.
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Exhausting week; apologies for being wordy.
“I’ve seen wonders, Van.” said Barry, simply. “I never thought, growing up, I’d be doing this.”
Van was leaning forward in is chair, both hands holding his phone steady, so he could see Barry and his wife, Brenda, in the full screen. Barry was facing the wall phone while Brenda worked an improbable looking control panel. Van was alone in the downstairs living room; his wife, Marla, was upstairs sleeping. Outside, the river rolled gently past their cabin. The Cascade Mountains framed the scene.
“You should come,” Barry added.
‘You’ was such an imprecise word, Van thought to himself. ‘You’ could be plural or singular. We or I. Van was very concerned about the preciseness of text; text was his job.
“She’s dying, Barry.” Van said, finally.
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Damninteresting sucks me in with another great hook:
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