Vanquished Democratic presidential candidate John Edwards will endorse Sen. Barack Obama tonight, giving the Illinois senator a boost after a bad loss in West Virginia.
Edwards is scheduled to appear with Obama at a rally here in Grand Rapids due to begin at approximately 6:15 p.m., the Obama campaign announced.
The Clinton campaign’s weird kabuki dance at its twilight is a little disturbing and somewhat Quixotic, though I wouldn’t get as exorcised as some have.
Despite all the protests, this thing is more over than it was before West Virginia. And it’s possible to argue that even Hillary sees this writing on the wall.
Is what my samsung 740n monitor has done (not recommended - this is a common problem) and hence the reason for my silence lately (well, that and being in mourning for Porter Wagoner, you all know I how I felt about the Wagonmaster.)
But I did manage to rouse myself from sleep mode to join Paul and Alex for a Porter memorial/bday lunch yesterday and we had a grand time. Naturally I brought along a bag of “I was going to throw these away, but I thought of you” things for Paul (why do I do that? Is it some kind of Boston-Filene’s basement thing?) and Alex and I had a few chuckles over the fact that when we first met, he was so drunk that he didn’t remember what I was wearing. Which makes me think of Ray Milland in “X, the Man with the X-ray Eyes,” one of my favorite movies as a kid:
“I like a man who looks urgent.”
I’ll be on vacation the rest of the week, heading to my little cabin in the sky, sans fires this year, then return to work and blogland next week. If the world hasn’t turned any more upside down than it already is. Oh, and my vote’s with Colbert.
PS. I am going to Springsteen tonite so you may hear from me before I leave town!
Chevron has sponsored 12 Green AC Transit Buses and wanted to label them Test Vehicle, much to my amusement the buses are now out and about and when the doors open, the bus goes from being a “Test Vehicle” to comething completely different. Oops! It’s probably a really good thing I found a new job.
I have a week to go. Came in this morning and well … sent this email out not long after.
SUBJECT: FOUND ITEM ON MY OFFICE FLOOR
One “used” or rather, “worn,” black THONG. Not shoe - underwear.
If you’re the one who was having fun after hours near (please, not ON!) my desk, you can come and claim it. It’s in Steve’s trash barrel, because he’s out today.
Donna
Update: my coworker suggested we take a “scene of the crime” pic. Trash!
“Learning about this intriguing and sexy organ is the key to your sexual satisfaction.”
I wanted this book after watching Sue Johansen recommend it. Not that I really go for everything she says … like when she tells women to get a book and read it “with” their (male) partner - as if! - or the annoying way she refers to men as “big guy.” Still, every smart gal knows that science is sexy (It’s true! I own the entire Mr. Peepers box set!) and so when she went on to give “Sex andON the Brain” four stars I thought, okay, I’ll get it.
Ooh! Wally Cox!
So, I headed on over to my local large-chain bookstore at lunch. I started to look on my own, but it didn’t seem to be in the ‘new’ section. Then again, the show could have been a rerun, and I hadn’t bothered to look it up to find the author’s name. I headed on over to the info desk. First they said it was the psychology section (even though I said, “Well, those two things don’t usually go together!”), but when I got there all I was faced with were depressing titles like, “Loving in a One-Way Relationship: when the man you love loves himself” and books on divorce, “Getting to the Altar” (how bad is it when you need to read a book on how to get there?!) and grief (which is what I got after I once went to the altar.) I was beginning to think I’d need the psychology section for real until one of the clerks offered his help. He looked it up and found that it was actually in the “sex section”, (I hadn’t seen that sign) where of course the said helpful gentleman offered to help me look. I thought I’d spot it easily, because of the cover, but — the most prevalent color of sex books is red. And pink. Luckily, I found it.
Now, Dr. Amen (!) has written some interesting books about the brain. He’s a clinical neuroscientist, psychiatrist, and brain-imaging expert (this is all from the book jacket) and despite the “lessons” part of the title (I loathe anything with lessons), it’s supposed to actually TELL you how men, or men with brains, or men with brains who have sex on the brain, think. I know what you’re thinking: “You need a book to tell you that?” Well, actually, yes. I want it all … scientific. Break it down into equations and I’m right there. I already picture him looking just like Wally Cox. Amen!
We’re still miles behind the Republicans when it comes to Orwellian nomenclature (think USA Patriot Act), but it’s a start:
Senate Republicans on Tuesday blocked a bill that would allow labor unions to organize workplaces without a secret ballot election.
Democrats were unable to get the 60 votes needed to force consideration of the Employee Free Choice Act, ending organized labor’s chance to win its top legislative priority from Congress.
Got that? the “Employee Free Choice Act” was a bill that would have eliminated the requirement of secret ballot elections for employees.
Instead, an employee got to make his/her decision publicly, say in a union hall after a meeting or a parking lot in front of co-workers and a couple of Teamsters from the local. What could be freer than that?
Today, June 20th, is National Vanilla Milkshake Day.
And my first visit to the periodontist is at 11am. Bring on the nitrous. Maybe the news will even seem funny after that, but I doubt it. I’m sure I’ll head over to City Bakery in a nitrous haze in search of iced chocolate.
“Bob doesn’t really have favorites; he always ate whatever I cooked,” Beatty said. “They’re not gourmet eaters; they like all kinds of food.”
“One thing Bob does like,” she added, “and I know he hates the publicity but I know you have to write something nice and everybody likes a good recipe — he does like chicken every way.“
DL: Bob is my higher power. His radio show is like going to church for me.
PF: I’m pretty sure in the move Rude Boy starring The Clash, cleaning up is the Rude Boy’s job before he became the band’s roadie … and I’m nominating this as tangential segue of the week.
DL: no joke, Ray Gange is a good friend of mine. And yes, you are right.
