I’m off to DC again tonight to grovel for a job. I’m there til Saturday, then I’m off to the windy city for a day with my lovely family. Then it’s back to beantown. Just FYI.
Oct 182006
Oct 182006
Best story of the week:
Casino-owning billionaire puts his elbow through a $140 million Picasso.
Read the story, it’s well worth it. And then read Nora Ephron’s rendition. [Kottke]
Worst story of the week:
George W. Bush: “We Own Space and We Will Protect It With Bombs”
Like we’re not over-extended enough that we need to start worrying about protecting THE VAST EXTRA-TERRESTRIAL ABYSS? Come on!
Sorry to keep writing about sports, but sometimes I can’t help myself.
Cory Lidle, the Yankees pitcher who died when a small plane he was piloting crashed into a Manhattan building last week, was buried yesterday.
As the 45-minute outdoor service in Covina, Calif., began, three planes similar to the one Lidle owned flew over the crowd before disappearing into dark gray clouds. “Everybody was doing fine until the planes went over,” said Randy Wolf, Lidle’s teammate with Philadelphia.
Um, yeah. That’s like having a phalanx of limos speed past Princess Diana’s funeral. Or the Olympic downhill skiing team at Sonny Bono’s. Just a horrible, horrible idea. They might as well have closed with “The Day the Music Died.”
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