Monday, 26 April 2010

The Conquering Hero Returns!

But he has no idea what time it is, what's happened in his absence, and stands before an intimidatingly tall of stack of essays in desperate need of commentary, so it might be a few days before he regales you with tales of his volcano-laden vacation.  Please bear with him in his moment of confused frenzy.

Apr 26, 2010 10:37:27 AM

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Naadir Jeewa

I'm thinking of redoing your "Get Disappointed" stickers with Nick Clegg...

Posted by: Naadir Jeewa | Monday, 26 April 2010 at 02:30 PM

SEK

For the record, that was all Rauchway's doing. I merely appreciated it.

Posted by: SEK | Monday, 26 April 2010 at 09:21 PM

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Postcards from home? I think I'd rather stay then, please. As I'm currently trapped not only in England (by a volcano) but inside (by a rampaging cold), I thought I'd reconnect with the American political discourse I miss so much by reading a transcript of Sarah Palin's speech in Hamilton, Ontario last week. For a little under two hundred grand, some lucky Canadians were treated to some theater whose absurd circularity does Beckett proud. More on that in a moment, though, as I first want to make something absolutely clear: Sarah Palin does not scare me. No one whose speech twists into modernist thickets while ordering coffee counts as a worthy political opponent; but as she is a political force amongst people who think no sandbox is complete without a couple of blowtorches—the parenting equivalent of having her serve as Commander in Chief—I feel it my duty as an American to condense her Hamilton speech down to its Platonic essence: This is such a melting pot. This is so beautiful. I love this diversity. There were a whole bunch of guys named "Tony" in the photo line. It is so good to be here tonight. We'll kind of shift gears tonight. Having a conversation with so many of you is something that I look forward to. And not being so political tonight, I will talk a lot about energy, because I want to talk about some of the things that both our countries can do to ramp up production so that we can ramp up our economy, because the better our economies do, the better we do in terms of having opportunity to help children and those who are less fortunate, the better the rest of us do. We will talk a little bit about energy. I'm wanting to kind of shift away from the political. The shift from the political, so now that I have that shift from the political but still have that desire to talk about the political and the economy and talk about energy and resources and national security and all those things. I was telling Todd, this is like on the the Vice Presidential campaign trail, where you never really knew what you were getting into when you get into that line before you get interviewed. Obviously, sometimes I never knew what I was getting into in an interview. Obviously! Whenever we do something big in life, like a Vice Presidential campaign, I like to say a prayer about it. I need some divine inspiration and I need to remember what it really is all about, so that evening before the debate I remember being back stage and looking around for somebody to pray with, and looking around at the campaign staff and there's nobody to prayer with. Not that I would think that God would speak through me, but wanting to leave you with a little bit of inspiration and encouragement and maybe on a personal level have a conversation with you about some of the things that Todd and I have been through...
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My Summary Vacation I arrived in London on a Virgin Atlantic flight into Heathrow. I spent the majority of my time in London on a walking tour without purpose. For example, one time I walked from Crouch End, in the north of London, into Soho, which is nearly eight miles away in the heart of the city. A different day found me trekking from Crouch End to Ford Street, which is also nearly eight miles away, in search of this gift for my wife. So as I sat in Heathrow yesterday awaiting my return flight,* I found it fitting all the televisions were broadcasting the I don't normally watch marathons, but in the terminal I felt as if these world class athletes who bore the name of my airline on their chests were running for me. It felt as though, in a mere three hours, they had kindly recapitulated my weeks of flânerie so that I might better remember the street feel a city I may never step foot in again. *Whose existence remains dubious despite convincing evidence to the contrary.

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