I WANNA BE A SUPER DELEGATE

And the first thing I'd do is spell it as it should be spelled, with an arrogance born of a huge whiff of power: SuperDelegate.

SD, baby!

I won't have to do what anyone tells me. I won't have to pay attention to the will of the people or the popular vote. Me and my cron - uh, peers can play kingmaker. That would be fun. But this time we could do it all at the convention, waaaaaay before the general election. We'll show those guys. Who needs Florida and the Supreme Court to screw the voting public?

With a little luck maybe Howard Dean himself will anoint - 'scuse me - appoint us. Yeehaaaaw!

We can do this.

The Big Bounce, pt. II

Excuse me while I have a strange interlude:

Dear Blogger Geniuses,

Wow, wouldn't it be cool if you could edit in Preview and it actually freaking previewed instead of just tossing up content and photos in some absolutely random fashion? Wouldn't that be great?

If anyone wants something that makes sense with these shots and others go here.

Thank you.



Meanwhile, to make some sense of the arbitrary order of the shots:

The graves are from Tombstone's recently restored Boot Hill. Only a fraction has been saved. Some of the most famous markers in the West include Lester Moore's and the aftermath of the still controversial (in Tombstone) Gunfight at the O.K. Corral.

The famous sign at the Taos Inn, home of the Adobe Bar and the best margaritas in New Mexico (if not the planet) and former hangout of Georgia O'Keefe and D.H. Lawrence among others.


Chiles, chiles, chiles!

The Big Bounce, pt. I

For nearly two months last fall and winter we wondered the nation on a 7000 mile odyssey from Seattle to the SC coast.


Yellowstone in the snow, rare Desert Bighorns in Zion, the living, thorny monuments of the Sonoran Desert - we saw a lot, and yet, not enough. Never, ever enough.

We even made it to Freedonia, but they were closed... apparently embarrassed at having misspelled the name.

More shots to come.

Newsflash: U.S.A. is "Yankee Country"

Talk about sore losers and sour grapes...


God love the Steinbrenners. I mean you have to love a filthy rich family complete with an iconic sports franchise who just seem to be a miserable bunch of JERKS. George raised the bar. Looks like the next generation is gonna be twice the fun - and he was good enough to fuel a recurring character on Seinfeld for years.

Seems Hank "Little Stein" Steinbrenner let loose on the very concept of Red Sox Nation in a recent interview:

"Red Sox Nation? What a bunch of [expletive] that is," he tells The New York Times' Play magazine. "That was a creation of the Red Sox and ESPN, which is filled with Red Sox fans.

"Go anywhere in America and you won't see Red Sox hats and jackets, you'll see Yankee hats and jackets. This is a Yankee country. We're going to put the Yankees back on top and restore the universe to order."

Gee. That's just the kind of bloated, belligerant arrogance that makes me root for the Sox and whoever's playing the Yankees. In fact, Go Mets! Here's hoping that when they sweep away the dust after the implosion of Yankee Stadium - love 'em or hate 'em, it is legend - the inarguable greatness that was the Yankees of yore will be swept away as well.