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February 28, 2007
Hole sweet home
I grew up in New York City, but left for school and haven't lived there since. This puts me in the unique disadvantage of knowing what "funky" means in a real estate listing (every fixture, wall and floorboard will piss you off at the least opportune time) while not actually being accustomed to what New York renters have to put up with. Searching for a summer sublet, I found these choice bargains, all of which cost more than $1,200/mo:
Located on the "Fifth Avenue of the Bronx" - steps to Yankee Stadium and public transportation to Manhattan. Renovated kitchen & bath.2br - ♥♥ Sleeps 8+
You'll love coming home to this peaceful enclave of historic Victorian and Edwardian mansions, while the Q train speeds you into midtown Manhattan in under 40 minutes!
Please note: this apartment is authentic east village, which means it's quirky! It's a 6-floor walk-up, so not for the faint of heart. The plumbing is tenement style--the toilet has a room to itself, while sink and shower are in the kitchen.
Those are just listings that were promising enough to click on...
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Clicker liberation front
Kriston at grammar.police makes a stink about one of those things that had been bothering me but that I had been too lazy to blog about: the new New York Times "contextual dictionary":
Oh, I double-click words—and how. I'm a habitual screensifter. When I'm reading something on the screen, I click, double-click, drag, and highlight words. Any and all words, whole blocs of text, I don't care. Idly but mercilessly, and according to rules of symmetry and aesthetics so sure and precise I won't detail them now, I highlight and grab and drag sentences, even whole paragraphs, anywhere I damn well please. If I want to just nervously click on words, that's what I do.But the NYT wants to ruin my games—and worse still, prevent me from reading at all. I'll be the first to admit that screensifting is an obsessive–compulsive disorder (and probably a genetically inherited trait for which I'm not to blame), but nevertheless, there it is, absolutely unavoidable and necessary to the process of reading the digital fishwrap. Now, the double-clicking that happens accidentally and incidentally when I read the NYT online produces an endless, intolerable string of pop-up windows, each presenting dumb definitions for words I already know—words like "to" and "seven" and "November". It's enough to make a body read washingtonpost.com.Oh, I double-click words—and how. I'm a habitual screensifter. When I'm reading something on the screen, I click, double-click, drag, and highlight words. Any and all words, whole blocs of text, I don't care. Idly but mercilessly, and according to rules of symmetry and aesthetics so sure and precise I won't detail them now, I highlight and grab and drag sentences, even whole paragraphs, anywhere I damn well please. If I want to just nervously click on words, that's what I do.
But the NYT wants to ruin my games—and worse still, prevent me from reading at all. I'll be the first to admit that screensifting is an obsessive–compulsive disorder (and probably a genetically inherited trait for which I'm not to blame), but nevertheless, there it is, absolutely unavoidable and necessary to the process of reading the digital fishwrap. Now, the double-clicking that happens accidentally and incidentally when I read the NYT online produces an endless, intolerable string of pop-up windows, each presenting dumb definitions for words I already know—words like "to" and "seven" and "November". It's enough to make a body read washingtonpost.com.
Fight the power!
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February 27, 2007
Snoozer '07
You wouldn't know it walking the streets this morning, but today is the day that Chicagoans decide whether Mayor Richard M. Daley should get a sixth term as mayor (he will be) and whether the city councilmen you've likely seen savaged on TV for the last couple of months deserve to be re-elected (them too).
At about 9 a.m., I was the only person at my polling station. Perhaps this was due to the fact that I voted at a nursing home that reeked of urine. I've voted or been taken by my parents to vote at several different locations, including schools, churches and apartment buildings. Sometimes, the Board of Elections gives you candy. Usually, they give you stickers. At the nursing home, you get a piece of paper, an acrid stench and the forlorn looks of about a dozen bed-ridden seniors through half-open doors as you walk past their rooms to get to the voting area.
What I finally got to the voting booth, I find that two no-names are running against Hizzoner and my councilman is running unopposed. Bummer. I really wanted to express my derision at those grainy black-and-white photos on TV with the word "INDICTED" stamped over them.
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February 26, 2007
Thrown For a Loop saves you time!
The Departed's victory in the Best Picture category last night saved you from reading a long essay on why I thought Babel was so godawful.
In lieu, here are some notes from the weekend.
- I stopped by the Federalist Society student convention on Saturday morning. I expected a lot of bowtied guys and bottle-blonde gals. The peroxide was in full effect, but I only saw one bowtie - it was on one of the three black guys. All told, the Federalists I met were quite normal, nice and completely different from the typical obnoxious undergrad Young Republican stereotype.
- I hate most Big 10 bars. Especially on Saturday nights. Especially in Wrigleyville. How I didn't see that coming two days ago, I'm not sure.
- Today is Lee Atwater's birthday. Read why you shouldn't like the guy.
- In other Oscar news, that awesome Celt-punk song from The Departed is "I'm Shipping Up To Boston" by the Dropkick Murphys. I'd host an MP3 here, but given that a head shot of Jessica Cutler once brought down the server, a 2.5 MB file would probably make Smorgasblog explode.
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February 23, 2007
Late nite post
At this hour, would you expect anything better than another Baltimore car ad? Tonight, it's Scott "I coulda been mayor" Donahoo reppin' for Foreign Motors Kia. This one is so local that even the DC folks won't recognize it.
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February 21, 2007
Great moments in hyperbole
From neglected server-buddy Live From The Third Rail, we have the story of the Tyson's tunnel. Here's the five-cent version: The powers that be want to extend the D.C. metro out to the remote and strangely-designed Dulles Airport. To do so, they have to go through Tyson's Corner, a tangle of office towers, eight-lane roads and postmodern dispair. This edge city hell can be traversed either by elevated tracks or a tunnel. The pro-tunnel forces (mainly local developers) have a website that includes a series of PDFs, including one on the height of the proposed elevated tracks that reads, in part:
Notice the 70’ height which is planned to cross over the Capital Beltway. Close your eyes and picture all of the chaos; traffic tie-ups during construction, loss to businesses and a future ruined for your children. [emphasis mine]
"Daddy, I was going to do well in school, go to college and grow up to be successful, healthy and happy, but the mean people blotted out the sun with their big bad train tracks over the Beltway, depriving me of natural light by which to read my schoolbooks. Now I spend my days smoking crack and panhandling under the Tyson's East Metro station."
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February 20, 2007
Worst slash best slash worst again
Since BoingBoing is running a series on bad local TV ads, I thought I'd chip in one of my favorites. If you're watching TV late at night in the Baltimore and Washington local markets, nothing can beat the atonal drone of local sports stars singing along with the Eastern Motors theme song:
Sadly, YouTube lacks those old Shoe City ads in which no shoes were shown, perhaps to make room for the endless parade of badly-lit badonkadonk.
But that's just college-age nostalgia. Not too long ago, I took it really old school with Crazy Eddie's.
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February 19, 2007
Holiday. Celebrate.
Not so much.
There is no rest for the weary here at law school, even when the rest of the country is taking President's Day off. Such an important holiday ought not go unnoticed even if I don't get to spend it in bed, so here's some trivia:
Chicago is the only city with highways named after competitors in a presidential election. The Eisenhower (I-290) and the Stevenson (I-55) expressways are named after the two men who battled for the top spot in 1952 and 1956. Though he was a two-time presidential loser, Stevenson gets his highway mainly because he served as governor of Illinois and Ambassador to the United Nations. Eisenhower, of course, signed the legislation bringing the interstate highway system into existence.
But what about Reagan? Yes, his worshippers (and I do mean worshippers) are trying to put him on everything up to and including the $10 bill, but the two people he ran against are both alive. There is a Ronald Reagan Parkway in Gwinnett County, Georgia, which is in the same metro area as Jimmy Carter Boulevard, but the latter isn't actually a highway.
There is a Richard Nixon Parkway in his hometown of Yorba Linda, California, but there isn't anything named after John F. Kennedy, Hubert Humphrey or George McGovern nearby.
And if you don't know, now you know, reader.
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February 18, 2007
Too soon?
At the intersection of Grand, Milwaukee and Halsted:
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Libertarian or just pro-corporate?
Reading about prison rape at 9:45 on a Sunday morning isn't my usual routine, but here I am, reading Ilya Somin at the Volokh Conspiracy blame government for things that take place in prisons by people who were put there by... uhhh... the government:
Returning to the prison rape question, we probably cannot adopt here the standard libertarian solution of simply ending government involvement with the issue - at least not without unacceptable social costs. We can, however, reduce that involvement.[,,,]
A second way of reducing (though not eliminating) government involvement in this field is prison privatization. As co-blogger Sasha Volokh demonstrates in a recent paper, replacing government-run prisons with private ones may well reduce the overall lobbying power of the prison industry, and thereby make it easier to both reduce overall incarceration levels and force improvements in prison conditions. Even under privatization, it would still be difficult to force through legislation that reduces incarceration rates or protects prisoners. But it would be easier to achieve this than under the status quo.
Yes, the subcontracting of military services has done a great job eliminating lobbying by defense contractors. The fact that contractors are getting cost-plus contracts to run mess halls and deliver fuel in Iraq means that we no longer have to worry about rent-seeking from the powerful veteran's lobby. Private prisons will never cut corners to prevent prisoner-on-prisoner abuse and will never try to cover it up when it happens. Private prisons will never lobby, as the guards' unions have, for policies that give them the most money for the least effort. Never.
Solmin points out to this paper by Alex (Sasha) Volokh, summarized thusly:
I conclude that there is at present no particular reason to credit this argument. Even without privatization, government agents already lobby for changes in substantive law -- in the prison context, for example, public corrections officer unions are active advocates of pro-incarceration policy. Against this background, adding the “extra voice” of the private sector will not necessarily increase either the amount of industry-increasing advocacy or its effectiveness. In fact, privatization may well reduce the industry's political power: Because advocacy is a “public good” for the industry, as the number of independent actors increases, the largest actor's advocacy decreases (since it no longer captures the full benefit of its advocacy) and the smaller actors free-ride off the largest actor's contribution. Under some plausible assumptions, therefore, privatization may actually decrease advocacy, and under different plausible assumptions, the net effect of privatization on advocacy is ambiguous.
If I understand Volokh correctly, he's arguing that the move from a unified union to many private actors increases the free-rider problem and reduces the lobbying power of private prisons. Sounds great. Except for the fact that there are significant economies of scale in the construction and operation of prisons, leading to a few large players with interests that align very closely, at least in terms of profit-maximization.
What this comes down to is a choice between rent-seeking of unions and the rent-seeking of large corporations. It's a near zero-sum choice between two competing interests, and GMU Law Prof Solmin has made his.
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February 15, 2007
What's cooler than bein' cool?
This:
Someone entered a vacant house in the 800 block of Scott St. between Feb. 2 and 4 and stole an air conditioner.
While Baltimore isn't quite as cold as Chicago, I can assure you that it gets fairly chilly in the winter. In fact, I have it on good authority that there's snow on the ground in Charm City right now. So who needs an air conditioner in tthe middle of February? Oh, that's right:
The intruder used a cutting tool to remove 70 feet of copper piping. The burglary was reported Monday.
If you read the Sun's Police Blotter long enough, you can spot these things. Every empty house, construction site and junkyard is under the constant threat of pilfering from heroin addicts, who rip out metal (especially relatively lightweight and expensive copper and aluminum) to sell it by the pound to scrap metal dealers, most of whom don't care where it came from. Air conditioners aren't even the worst of it: for a while now, junkies have been stealing light poles:
The poles, which weigh about 250 pounds apiece, have been snatched during the day and in the middle of the night, from two-lane blacktop roads and from parkways with three lanes on either side of grass median strips, in poor areas and in some of the city's most affluent neighborhoods. Left behind are half-foot stubs of metal, with wires that carry 120 volts neatly tied and wrapped in black electric tape.[...]
For at least a decade, addicts who cash in scrap metal to pay for their next fix have been ripping metal pipes, radiators and wires out of vacant houses, and prying cast-iron security grates and downspouts from buildings.
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February 14, 2007
National Review and Giuliani down by the schoolyard (a true story)
I'm having a hard time believing that an article in NR could encapsulate my feelings about a politician, but David Freddoso has Rudy Giuliani's number:
Yes, that’s right. Most Americans love Rudy, but it’s not just because they don’t know where he stands on issues. It’s also because they know nothing of his pre-9/11 self, and the more they learn, the less attractive they will probably find him.[...]
Few of those admiring America’s Mayor from afar remember the real mayor who became so jealous of the media attention given to Bill Bratton — his own police commissioner and the brains behind much of his crime-reduction strategy — that he drove the man out of office. Iowa voters have never heard about the Rudy who could walk into a town-hall meeting in The Bronx and shout down a boorish but pitiful female questioner (she rambled on that she had been unjustly evicted, as Esquire Magazine described it in 1997) with an over-the-top response like, “I’m glad we didn’t help you.”
Those who lived in New York prior to 9/11, myself included, remember an excellent mayor who was obsessed with getting credit for everything and making his critics pay; an effective mayor who called rivals “jerks” and “morons;” a decisive mayor who knowingly set out to drag his 14- and 10-year-old children through one of the nastiest and most publicized divorces in history. They remember a ruthless mayor who responded to the accidental police shooting of Patrick Dorismond in 2000 not just by defending the cops (as a good mayor must), but by illegally releasing the victim’s sealed juvenile rap sheet and declaring on television that the deceased “isn’t an altar boy.”
The people who remember him from 9/11 (when he was down in the thick of Ground Zero because he was dumb enough to put his emergency command center next to the two tallest buildings in the city) don't know about the Giuliani of the local news, always angry and completely unable to work with stakeholders. NYT columnist Bob Herbert quotes former Mayor Ed Koch, circa 1999 (no link because it's so old):
Mr. Giuliani's modus operandi, said Mr. Koch, is to "dehumanize and demonize" his opponents. "If you are a critic, you are not just a critic, you're a threat to the world. You've gotta be destroyed. Go for the jugular is what he does on every occasion. So taxi drivers whose livelihood is involved -- whether you agree with them or disagree with them, they want to be heard -- they become taxi terrorists. Food vendors become poisonous."When the Mayor's opponents want to exercise their right to peacefully protest his policies, they frequently are stymied. "He doesn't allow for any difference of opinion," said Mr. Koch. "When he bars the different groups that want permits, they have to go to court. They win every time. But nevertheless, it means you have to hire lawyers. Not everybody has that true grit that will take you all the way to the end."
Keep in mind that Giuliani never ran against Koch and that Koch ran to the right of his Democratic opponents when he first won the mayoralty in 1977. These guys aren't enemies, but Koch knows a jerk when he sees one.
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February 13, 2007
Rex Grossman can't save you now
(if he ever could.)
There are four buses that stop on my block. Two of them go to school and two of them don't. Guess which type I have to see three or four of first.
Today, the CTA is just rubbing it in:
Yes, it's both the wrong bus and one with a broken destination sign that reminds me how I could have gone to a parade last week but didn't because someone forgot about the passing game.
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February 12, 2007
Bracketology
Despite the fact that I dropped it like a bad habit, moot court has soldiered on through the round-robin rounds and is now in the tournament stage. Since the brackets came out today, I have a strong prediliction to spam the listserv with a request to give me $5 and completed brackets for a little good-natured wagering before the next round starts on Thursday. I didn't, and here's why:
- Some people don't like betting against their friends (I can't imagine why)
- Gambling on college basketball makes the early rounds between unfamiliar teams worth watching. Nobody will watch Moot Court until the final round.
- Even if you could watch, it probably won't be on TV in bars.
- I would lose. If I had a nickel for every time someone I thought was dumb turned out to be very smart and vice versa, I would say to myself, "what the heck am I going to do with all of these nickels?"
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Not by charm alone
It looks like golden child Barak Obama is making a rookie mistake:failure to treat the press like the attention-starved babies that they are:
So when I read one account arguing Obama's decision to make his speech when and where he did "raised questions about his judgment" and "risked the ire" of reporters, I assumed that the writer was either joking or desperately seeking a fresh angle beyond the generally laudatory coverage the announcement brought. (My husband pointed out that if reporters would rather file from warmer locales, there are probably openings in their Baghdad bureau.)
This is a good example of the McCain effect. Back in 2000, John McCain treated the reporters following him around like old buddies. He was always available on the bus and he never went long between good soundbites. In a profession where you have to constantly grovel for the attention of people who very often don't need you as much as you need them, a little bit of politeness and jocularity go a long way to create a positive impression. That's why the media focused on McCain's alleged "maverick" ideas and "straight talk" demeanor and didn't pay attention to his history with the Keating Five and his hard-right positions on many social issues.
Such was the case with Bush as well. Campaign reporters bounce around from city to city, surrounded by competitors and strangers, sleeping in a different bed every night, away from friends and family. Give someone like that a cute nickname, as Bush did, and you have them in the palm of your hand.
Perhaps Obama didn't understand that. Sure, he can get thousands of people to hear him speak outdoors in freezing weather, but the campaign needs to think about the people who go to these events as part of their job. He may have a wife and two young children to think about, but unless he starts treating the people who write about him like family, the steady stream of fake stories (like Swahili-gate) will overwhelm him, as it did Gore and Kerry.
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February 11, 2007
Will Call
Stop the virtual presses! George F. Will writes two sentences I agree with:
In this winter of their discontents, nostalgia for Ronald Reagan has become for many conservatives a substitute for thinking. This mental paralysis -- gratitude decaying into idolatry -- is sterile: Neither the man nor his moment will recur.
Of course, the good vibes can't last forever. Will goes on to reject Reagan's "sunny optimism" on the topic of human nature in favor of a more Calvinist approach that sees human nature as inherently suspect and in need of all manner of governmental checks against sloth and immorality. This argument has its limits: whether it's a conservatism of willful blindness to human suffering or a conservatism of for-your-own-good charachter police, neither approach is appealing to many people who find both views condescending and simplistic. Still, Will manages to get it half right.
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February 10, 2007
Saturday Night Music Video
Peter, Bjorn and John, "Young Folks"
This is more or less why people like Scando-pop: twee, but not beyond reason, catchy as all get-go.
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February 9, 2007
My new least favorite former Supreme Court litigant
Since Law School Prom is tonight, I'm spending today putzing around the house, cleaning up for the pre-party, dragging out the formalwear and otherwise doing those little things I've been neglecting. On putzing-around days, I usually keep the TV on in the background. Since I can't be bothered to change the channel when I'm elbow-deep in dishes, I keep the set tuned to CNN. This isn't too bad most of the time. But today, all the news channels are stuck on the Anna Nicole Smith story.
Really, who cares? What pathetic, celebrity-obsessed shut-in is willing to sit through four hours of fact-free speculation about some washed-up model, gold-digger and diet addict?
Dammit, now I have to mop again.
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February 8, 2007
(Don't) Let it Bleed
Good citizen that I am, I took time out of my busy schedule today to donate blood at the Black Law Students Association blood drive (Irrelevant student group? Ask someone who needs some blood.).
But, like someone who availed himself of the services of a Botswanan hemophaliac prostitute, I am ineligible.
Why? Because I went to a very touristy part of Mexico for spring break last year that has a slight malaria problem in areas no gringo would dare show his face.
I think I owe it to myself to have a gin and tonic tonight.
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February 7, 2007
One good decision among many, many bad ones
It looks like things are cooling down from the high emotions at yesterday's packed meeting. Pattakos said he will not run for SBA President, should he be allowed the chance, which deflated a lot of the pressure for a plebiscite of some sort.
Most importantly, the administration has decided not to feed the fire. Instead of posting a letter to the listserv fever swamp where the fury metastasized, a dean is sitting in a public place, talking to anyone who is willing to take a minute to ask him questions. There are things people are willing to say in a group email forum that they would never say to a person's face, so fewer people are making fewer demands of the administration, and they're doing it in a forum with no record.
If the administration's initial actions (and there are some questions about what they actually did) were taken to hush up criticism and conflict before it got out of hand, they failed miserably. This "front porch campaign" is probably the best way to roll this back somewhat.
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February 6, 2007
What all of this means, in one sentence
Yes Virginia, breakfast is the most important meal of the day.
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Coffee, donuts and a full plate of PC Wars
I was really hoping that it didn't come to this, but the talk of my law school is now out in the wider world, thanks to the WSJ law blog:
Students packed lecture halls last week to hear Chief Justice John Roberts during a two-day visit to the Northwestern University School of Law. Roberts was so popular, in fact, that the president of the school’s Student Bar Association has been forced to resign amid controversy over invitations to attend a breakfast with the Chief Justice.The resignation, announced Monday evening, followed a public argument between the former president and a leader of the Latino Law Students Association, who was angered by the absence of representatives from his and other minority student groups at the breakfast.
During the argument, “I stated my belief that our community would be better off if all student organizations were organized around ideas, not ethnicity,” Peter Pattakos, the former president, wrote to students in an email this morning.
Kevin Strom, co-president of the Latino student group, characterized the comments differently, writing that Pattakos said he would dismantle minority student organizations “because they don’t bring anything to the community, and they contribute to racial identity politics.”
Ben Winograd, who wrote this piece, was a MSL-MSJ student here last year and has no excuse to skip the important step of calling or emailing someone about this. For most people, the larger problem is that SBA President Peter Pattakos was forced to resign, not by the SBA (which had the power to remove him), but after being allegedly threatened by the administration with severe and public punishment if he chose to fight the removal through established student government channels. The controversy is heightened, and the school is up in arms, because of both substantive and procedural concerns. Many people who thought Pattakos made a hateful statement to Strom (one such statement in a long line of them) side with him because they feel that the administration short-circuited a removal process that was already working.
As for the idea (expressed in the WSJLB comments and by Pattakos himself) that ethnic groups on campus foster division, I don’t buy it. Around here, they bring speakers for public events, feed us better food than the little snack shop in the basement has and generally improve the level and amount of programming available to the community. I fail to see how it is any different for the South Asian Law Students Association to bring in a panel of lawyers and businessmen to talk about doing business in India from an international law club doing so.
That being said, Winograd's post doesn't do any favors for his alma mater. People are deciding between law schools, and I for one don't want a 1L class devoid of people who favor diversity and full of students who cheer the fact that we voted for a guy who doesn't believe in ethnicity-based student groups.
**Update: As a commenter pointed out (and I'll believe him) SBA could not remove Pattakos under the current constitution and bylaws, but they were looking for a way. Sorry.
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February 5, 2007
When I moved out of Baltimore, I had the decency to do so in the middle of the day
It's a sad day in Chicago, and not just because it's seven below.
Sure, I'm a Giants fan, but I don't like that pretty boy Payton Manning (or his brother), I don't like teams that leave their hometowns and I don't like teams that play in domes. That, and I was willing to hold on to the mistaken belief that Rex Grossman is Jewish just to give me some sort of stake besides the fact that I live in Chicago.
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February 3, 2007
Chicago Truism #679
No matter how cold it gets, you can always find someone who has been here longer than you who will tell you that it's been much colder than this.
Also, a prediction: Bears 293, Colts 17.
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February 2, 2007
Happy days are here again
1. Ouch.
2. Why does weather.com automatically take you to the "Wedding Weather" page? Mom, stop messing with my Internets!
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Don't be (frost)bitten twice
I'm off to meet the Chief Justice (seriously) so blogging will be light until I've convinced him to re-evaluate Gonzalez v. Raich. It could be a while. In the meantime, here's a tune I've been thinking a lot about in the wake of the Boston Aqua Teen Hunger Force terror threat. I've got your "suspect device" right here:
I liked Green Day the first time around when they were called Stiff Little Fingers.
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