Big, big deadline week. So here’s Erasure singing “Solsbury Hill.”
My tiffs this past week (half of them kicked off by a blog post I wrote in a Salt Lake City hotel room) have led to some damn amusing insults and web commentary. Like this.
If anyone reads Mr. Weigels postings at Reason’s Blog, it becomes apparent that Dave is just padding his resume waiting on a call from The Nation magazine.
I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of being called a liberal. For almost three years I ran the conservative student paper at Northwestern, and was roundly despised for my right-wing wingnuttery. I’ve flipped my position on the Iraq War since then, but I don’t think I’ve changed much. I’d still call myself a paleolibertarian with some social liberal sympathies (pro-gay marriage, anti-censorship, but pro-life). Just for kicks I filled out this test, which I can wag at anyone who tries to pigeonhole me.
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Here, finally, are the best pictures from the Los Angeles trip.
CJ in the courtyard steps of Sunnydale, where the final battle in “Graduation” happened.
CJ in front of “Wolfram and Hart,” aka the Sony headquarters.
Me in front of the PT Cruiser.
The creepy, creepy Scientology Center. I snapped this photo before a scary security guard on a bicycle rounded the corner and glared at me.
On the sand at Malibu Beach.
Home tonight, ready to do some work, and I can no longer access my work email account with Outlook (or Eudora). It worked fine in every hotel with their respective wireless connections. Doesn’t work at all back home.
One of the first sites in California that I had to see was Sunnydale High School – aka the real world’s Torrance High. I didn’t just see it. I conquered it.
Like the caption says, CJ photographed me with the stair rail in the foreground. Yep – the rail that Xander skateboarded into in Season One, Episode One “Welcome to the Hellmouth.”
Funny yet unsurprising thing about Idaho – “Napoleon Dynamite” creator Jared Hess is worshipped as a god, if not at least as a Zuul-style demigod. Here was the first proof I saw, at the Egyptian Theatre in Boise.
That’s where I am now, headed out for numerous stops and interviews before criss-crossing Idaho.