April 12th, 2007


Road trip!

Thanks to fyrfitrmedic for the link.

After a nearly 200-year hiatus, George Washington's still is bubbling again, churning out the same sort of rye whiskey that made the Founding Father the nation's most successful whiskey producer in the years after his presidency. The estate also won special legislation this year from the Virginia General Assembly to sell limited quantities of the whiskey -- up to 5,000 gallons a year -- to give estate visitors a taste of alcohol history.


At least I hear I was witty!

Starting with an IM from my cousin Tyler out of the blue last night, I've been hearing from people who heard me interviewed on NPR yesterday, or heard someone with my name that didn't sound like me. Apparently, I was very well-spoken on the subject of Senator Fred Thompson and his revelation that he had lymphoma but was in remission.

Nope, wasn't me. A quick visit to the NPR "All Things Considered" web site while I was chatting with Tyler revealed that they were interviewing "Marc Ambinder" about Senator Thompson. Apparently, he's an associate editor at National Journal. Just found some video. He looks and sounds nothing like me. :-)

I'll stop eventually...

Thanks to ww1614 for sharing this Kurt Vonnegut quote that I've seen several times before, but could never have put my fingers on. Vonnegut, a Cornell alum, was an editor at The Cornell Daily Sun before he left The Hill.

I was happiest when I was all alone -- and it was very late at night, and I was walking up the hill after having helped put The Sun to bed. All the other university people, teachers and students alike,were asleep. They had been playing games all day long with what was known about real life. They had been repeating famous arguments and experiments, and asking one another the sorts of hard questions real life would be asking by and by. We on The Sun were already in the midst of real life. By God, if we weren't! We had just designed and written and caused to be manufactured yet another morning newspaper for a highly intelligent American community of respectable size — yes, and not during the Harding administration, either, but during 1940, 1941 and 1942, with the Great Depression ending, and with World War well begun. I am an atheist, as some of you have gleaned from my writings. But I have to tell you that, as I trudged up the hill so late at night and all alone, I knew that God Almighty approved of me.

--Kurt Vonnegut '44

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