Fiat Lux
A lot of people have suggested that Bob Woodward is nothing but a White House stooge, but according to the New York Times, his newest book isn’t quite as much a peaen to Bush as the last couple were.
I couldn’t finish “Bush At War” and ignored the next one, but this appears interesting:
Mr. Woodward
As you may (or may not) have noticed, I’ve been more than a little silent on what’s going on in Washington DC lately. That’s been a deliberate choice.
Basically, I’ve come to the conclusion that this Congress is utterly incapable of doing anything that substantively goes agains what the Bush White House wants. Nothing I can say or do is going to change that. And I’m tired of shouting down an empty well.
Let’s see what happens after the elections. If there is some real change in the makeup of Congress, then we can talk about things like unconstitutional torture bills and all the other travesties that this Congress is pushing down our throats. But for now I’m going to hold my fire and reserve my ire.
2008 isn’t all that far off. If we all burn out now, we won’t have any resources to fall back on for that battle. So consider me a member of the reserves for now.
I’m liking the centralized repository of bookmarks aspect of del.icio.us; I can bookmark something from school or work and not have to e-mail it to myself at home. That’s useful. I’ve also tried finding interesting stuff from other people’s tags, which has been reasonably useful.
I haven’t tried uploading my “master” bookmark list, because that would mean having to tag a few hundred links, and that’s a lot of work.
At any rate, if you want to take a look:
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I don’t know where I left my brain, but it certainly wasn’t working all that well this morning. As I cruised down Highway 280 heading towards work, I noticed that the gas was bouncing off empty. I mean, REALLY bouncing off empty – the trip odometer was showing more than 350 miles, and I ought to refuel right around 300. And the nearest gas station was about 5 miles away.
I wasn’t too happy by the time I got to the station, but at least I still had some gas left in the tank. I got to work almost a half-hour late and my brain still hadn’t kicked into gear.
Mmmm. Coffee.