I've been on my little weekend jaunt to Stuart, Florida, absorbing sun instead of my usual nourishment of on-line news, so I'm just now noticing the Sunday Frank Rich column about Rudy Giuliani. I hope it's not too late to talk about it.
And I will talk about it in a minute, but first I want to say....
Blogging makes everything feel so transitory! If you don't notice a story in the first 12 hours, it seems utterly passé. I prefer hanging out on line, where I can see — or feel that I see — the world unfolding. It flows by continuously, and one thing or another catches my attention and sets me off writing again. It's my way of life. I love being in that flow, and whenever I step outside it and go off into the world as a character I like to call "off-blog Althouse," I miss some things that I'd have liked to engage with. And you get pictures of Dorito dust in the cup-holders of my rental car instead of why David Savage's attack on Clarence Thomas is claptrap. (Here, read what Patterico says.)
As I was perambulating the Ginn sur Mer Classic at Tesoro this weekend, there were many times when I wished I had my laptop so I could do some research and write about various things. Without even a camera — they won't let you have a camera — it was hard, really hard being off-blog Althouse. Do you want to know what I think of a golf course lined with McMansions? Do you want to hear my 1,000 thoughts about the sun, my skin, and the lack of shade? And speaking of skin, what is it about golf and white people? The most popular player is black, but the spectators are white, white, white. Yet no shade on the McMansioned-lined golf course!
That's just a tiny glimpse of the thought processes of off-blog Althouse.