Fresh from today's NY Times...

36 HOURS
In Minneapolis
By NEAL KARLEN

"ACCORDING to the ethos of that strange breed of stolid souls who choose to live in Minneapolis in January, Duncan Graham, a fur trader for the Hudson's Bay Company, was probably just a whiner when he complained in 1818, "I have given the place where I am the name of Hell on Earth as I can find no other name more becoming." Even today, the words "Minnesota winter" send, well, shivers, as well they might, with the average temperature last month at around 13 degrees. But in Minneapolis it has all become bearable with the advent of polyester fibers, seven miles of glass-enclosed interlocking skyways that connect downtown buildings and an art and theater scene that doesn't stop percolating just because the ice is two feet thick on the Lake of the Isles, where the former Vice President Walter Mondale can be seen daily walking his dog, come rain or blizzard. The favorite pastime in the Minneapolis winter is to quit your whining and go outside and play. Unless, of course, you want to spend your entire weekend inside the Mall of America in suburban Bloomington, where just 10 minutes in every store, restaurant and other establishment would easily eat up more than 86 hours."

I keep wondering

Why the Bushies wanted a male prostitute with a slew of escort and m4m sites at the White House press briefings. Maybe he was doing extra service supplying military studs for those tough talking neocons who seem to have all missed out on basic training. Maybe he fed them things other than soft questions at press conferences...

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Arthur Miller

Obit

WooT!

Just when I'd given up on the UPS guy, the doorbell rings. I've been waiting for him since 2:15.... I could have stayed at work, but then I'm sure he would have appeared at 3:15 when he usually does...