I am in a place where I really, really enjoy listening to Ann Althouse on my iPod, but I frequently have to reach over and adjust the click wheel because the recording level isn't steady.
(music)...ON A BLOG CALLED ALTHOUSE. (Ann, sotto voce) It's a quiet night here in Madison....
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I am in a place where I really, really enjoy listening to Ann Althouse on my iPod, but I frequently have to reach over and adjust the click wheel because the recording level isn't steady.
(music)...ON A BLOG CALLED ALTHOUSE.
(Ann, sotto voce) It's a quiet night here in Madison....
I'm not on the moon and I'm not on Mars.
I'm not sleepy and there's no place I'm going to.
Too cloying.
Cheap sentiment.
Anway, nobody does cheap sentiment and cloying quite the way I do.
Peace, Maxine
Reminds me of the great Soul Coughing song: Is Chicago, Is Not Chicago...
Istanbul -- not Constantinople.
I'm not in Peking, Bombay, Rangoon, Leningrad, East Berlin, or Saigon.
I am not in Zarqawi's shoes.
I'm not where I was a minute ago, nor where I will be one minute from now.
But this damned NOW - that's the one that is so hard to pin down, and the one that feels so good when you do experience it.
Of this time, of that place, of some parentage, what does it matter? in the words of Lionel Trilling.
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