This is a follow-up to today’s post on how nooze is either ignored or manufactured. In the middle of primary season, what could be better than the manufactured nooze of polling?
Monthly Archives: January 2008
Feast or Famine
Feast or famine. It’s a cycle that you have to understand if you would like to predict the stories that will be in the newspapers tomorrow.
For Madmen Only
The 74 bus pulled up to the curb and opened its doors in welcome. A few steps took me inside to the warmth and familiarity of the same short trip, made many days at the same hour to pick up my kids at school. I paid my fare with a plastic card and took my seat in the isolation that marked my time alone and loafing for the day, with nothing to do but ride.
Paul
The day was just like many others. I was in the lab, setting up for a difficult titration that would take me hours to perform carefully. The work was absorbing and isolating, and I was lost in it. Suddenly, gingerly, Valerie walked into the lab without slipping on her protective goggles. She spoke carefully and quietly in a voice that slipped into my subconscious before it was audible.
Horseraces and Horse Sense
Tuesday is mailday, a tradition that I allowed to fall underneath the wave of tradition that took up the last two weeks. Today, it is back. Thanks for all your letters, which I love to receive as wabbitoid47 at yahoo.com. First up is this one:
