...so, real quick:
Asparagirl's back (and blogrolled) in her and her husband's blog Protocols of the Yuppies of Zion. I'm with Pejman: it's about time, although the pseudosexual tension that is apparently symbolized by Trackbacks was not actually present in my case.
Amygdala's got a link to a very good WaPo article about USO troupers - including Al Franken, who is apparently not a baby-eating fiend from Beyond the Pit, after all. Funny how few people on the various Other Sides actually are, huh?
And Armed Li... oh, Joe Katzman (so much for alliteration) was nice enough to point out a recent talk by (Gasp!) Charles Krauthammer to (Gasp! Gasp!) AEI. Some nuance to it; I'd add "believe it or not", except that it'd be particularly redundant in this case.
And now to sleep. Sleep! What wondrous a thing is sleep, to cast away one's cares and burdens for a time; to sail a dream-dappled river of fancies, the quicksilver chirps of idle notions making counterpoint to your drowsy heartbeat; to surrender to the insistance of the argentine moon and dance the slow, rich dance of the tides...
OK, I'll stop now.
Moe
Moe, have you read To Say Nothing Of The Dog, by Connie Willis? Your encomium on sleep could have come from several characters in the (entirely wonderful) novel...
Posted by: rilkefan | February 18, 2004 at 01:14 AM