What, no "Midway Bowl" today?

I took my car in for some much needed vehicle maintenance. During the intervening period I slipped into a movie theater and caught a screening of (Fuck Yeah!) Team America: World Police. Now, I realize that I've given this more thought than it merits, but this is a deliberately political satire without a political point. After some careful study of the issue I have concludeddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddd...

Huh?
What?

Oh, Hi! I must apologize. Apparently I fell asleep shortly after beginning this post around 4 am. You know, this is about the third time this week I've begun a post and not actually completed it. Most of the time it happens when I'm seeking deeper knowledge about the subject I'm writing about, or searching for a link or an image. I start googling around, looking at websites, reading randomly about the end of the world or locked in a maze of tangential links at Wikipedia and somewhere along the way, blogging gets fuzzy.
Maybe I should stick to the one and two line posts.

Who's your daddy?

Maureen Dowd is sexy.
Thomas Friedman is sexier.

While I was driving to work yesterday, I heard a segment on NPR's All Things Considered about a new recording of Schubert's Winterreise and they played snippets of the music. Every once and a while, when I hear something that is new to me, I have this quasi-transcendant experience wherein I become transfixed by the music. This happened to me while I was listening to the segment, but I had no idea what I was listening to. I arrived in the middle of the program and I couldn't decipher the german names so that they would be personally memorable.

When I got home I looked up the ATC website, listened to the segment online, acquired the proper names and headed for iTunes. There are 24 tracks on Ian Bostridge and Leif Ove Andsnes' recording of Winterreise, but iTunes only offers them individually, not as an album. Which would mean I would have to pay $0.99 x 24 if I wanted the entire song cycle rather than the $14.99 I would pay for the cd.

If there had been somewhere I could have gone at 12:30am to buy the cd, I would have gone there. I downloaded two of the songs from the album: "Wasserflut" and "Der Leiermann" because I would not have been able to survive another 12 hours without them. I have listened to them repeatedly and now I'm feeling much better. I can even put off buying the cd for another day.

I need something to do with my day besides go to work: It only takes up a quarter of the day and yet nothing else can be accomplished. Also, production goals suck.

And now, let us engage in a meaningful debate on the pertinent political issues of our day:

"You're a liberal!"
"You know Ted Kennedy!"

Rebuttal?

Christopher Columbus is a terrorist.

I know that if I open these cookies, I'm going to eat them all.
So, do I open them? Do I feel lucky, punk? Well, do I?

I hesitate to post this, because I don't believe that it's public knowledge, but I have an inside source that tells me a group of people involved in a labor dispute with a downtown hotel are planning to protest outside the hotel on Saturday night with the intention of making sufficient noise to disturb the marathoners staying there.

Hey get me, I'm Drudge.

"It's good to be king and have your own [website]."

The fact that I'm linking another article demonstrates that there is a whole in my world that should be filled by alpha charlie bravo news.

U.S. asks Israel to clarify comments made by top PM aide

In lieu of actual blog content, you may read this:

Baghdad Year Zero: Pillaging Iraq in pursuit of a neo-con utopia

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