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Did everyone else know Biden's family history? Has he brought it up in this election cycle? (I'm sure voters in Delaware know it). It was news to me and genuinely moving.

I've always thought Biden was afflicted by "smartest guy" syndrome, which made him a good senator and would make him an interesting VP, but not a great candidate.

His debate tasks were very difficult tonight and he achieved them magnificently. Palin exceeded expectations, but moved few moderate voters I expect.
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Ralph Stanley, my bluegrass hero, has endorsed Obama in a radio ad to run in Appalachia (Virginia and North Carolina parts anyway).



It's brilliantly written, I think. It asks voters to think about their economic situation, tells them that Obama is the one to help, and then works to allay concerns of "he's not like us," by emphasizing that he's a loving father and devoted husband.

Nice work.

If it can even help gain a little in suspicious white Appalachian voters (Hillary Clinton voters, perhaps), it'll make an enormous difference.
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Obama on ESPN Radio.

Best line, re: the terrible domed stadium in Tampa, where his beloved White Sox are playing tonight:

"I'm gonna pass a law ... unless you're in Minnesota or Wisconsin, you're not allowed to have a dome!"
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Let's go Red Sox!

Sorry Cubs fans.
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I am really bored with the Heroes badguy. It's been 3 seasons. Every so often they pretend like the character might develop. It doesn't.
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Red Sox suspend season until John McCain solves our economic problems.
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I need a John McCain speech from 2000 (or 1999) on internet video. I've found this, but could use other options if someone is feeling bored and wants to do some web searching!
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Hey. There's a bridge in Minneapolis opening tomorrow. So says "The News Hour."

Jinx

Sep. 15th, 2008 07:20 pm
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I am surely jinxing myself by posting this, but I feel it's important to share things about my son that make me happy.

Nico is falling asleep, consistently, by himself. He drinks a bottle at night, fusses a little, is put in his crib, and ... silence. The next time I check, he's asleep.

Sleep in Venice was disastrous. We didn't have a baby bed, so instead put him on a mattress on the floor with a wall and another mattress to keep him from rolling off. He never fell off accidentally, but it meant that anytime he woke up he could just leave! And leave he did - to find us, to find toys, to wander. Sometimes he'd go down at 6 and wake at 9, then be up until 12. Other nights, he'd wake at 2 and be up to 4. It kept changing, it was unpredictable, and we couldn't really seem to influence it. This was long after jet lag had passed, and I still don't really know what was going on.

We came back, sleep remained complex while jet lag faded, and then suddenly - perfection. Although I miss him passing out on me, one actually wants a child to learn to fall asleep by themselves. It's happening. At least this week.

But if there's one thing we've learned - whenever we seem to understand Nico's pattern, he changes. I'll keep you all informed.
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John McCain's lies, the counterpoint to the list of flip-flops I posted the other day. Wait, not a counterpoint, more like another shovelful of manure.
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I haven't really seen any commentary on this, which, to me, suggests that the meaning has permanently shifted. "Lobbyist" is the new bad word. It's even supplanted "liberal."
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John McCain said, today, that no one could name a single issue he's flip-flopped on.

Here's 76. Spread it around.
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I just donated $15 to Obama/Biden. I'm not sure I've ever donated to a political campaign before.

It feels good. And is the least I can do.

We've got to win this one.

"You can have your opinion, but you can't have your own facts!"
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Q. How many Republicans does it take to change a lightbulb?
A: Only one, but she's just going to put a sticker on the old lightbulb saying "This lightbulb has changed."
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Things have been very good in Venice and we have, mostly, settled into a little life here.

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Today I went back to the Biblioteca Marciana where I feel much more at home than in the Archivio di Stato, having worked there for 4 weeks and 4 months in respective visits, albeit 6 and 5 years ago. This is the place where I wrote the first paragraph of my dissertation, this is the place where I figured out what my documents meant to my project, where I would storm out of the library and into San Marco to gaze at a mosaic and ponder. It’s a good place for me, and I’m excited to be back.

I warmed up with a little light reading on the mosaics of San Marco and gathering a few references for my paper I am (still!) finishing for the upcoming conference, then went into the manuscript room. I had a reference to a mss. From 1885 or so, but the numbering system has changed entirely. Once we figured out what numbering system it used to have, read a description of that document, found a book of corresponding numbers from the old system to the new system, I finally knew where my book was. I had an inventory of the mss. and was pretty excited, as there were some other translatio narratives which I hadn’t read yet, though I knew that they existed. This was going to be a gold mine.

Instead, I got a Gospel of St. Matthew, late, with the tiny glosses all around it. It took me a few minutes to skew my brain to read it and to trust the note in the front that told me I had the wrong book.

So instead we looked for a Greek .mss that seemed to be the right one, based on a note I had gotten from 1961 listing the contents. A 500-page Greek hagiographical codex showed up. Fortunately, I do read a little Greek, the TOC was in Latin, and I could be sure right away that this, took, was the wrong manuscript. So now I am panicked, because I believe that at some point … MY MANUSCRIPT WAS MISFILED! This does happen. The archivist was at a lost, but went to consult another librarian.

So I wait.

And wait.

And some bright minds confer.

And those bright minds figured out that I wrote 1890 instead of 1809 on my request form, in an entirely usual act of dyslexia for me (this is why I had trouble in math. Numbers liked to jump all over the place, I didn’t notice, I understood the concepts, but got the wrong answer. It infuriated me. It’s also why I love spellcheckers as they usually catch inversions).

So now I have my mss. and will stop writing this blog post while waiting nervously.
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Child development is a strange and mysterious thing, the more so when extra chromosomes get in the way. Child reaction to international travel is less strange and mysterious, but has resulted in some sleepless hours. The first night, Nico slept through much of the night, waking only for about 45 minutes in the middle to snuggle with me before going back down. The second night, he slept from 8-10:30, then woke and was up until 1:00 before I could get him back down. Then he slept until 8 AM or so. He just woke up (4:30) a little while ago for his third night, but I snuggled him back down again. Sadly, I am now awake and taking to you all.

Yesterday was a big day, though. He had a fussy lunch and a short nap, so I was a little trepidatious as we approached the downward slide at the end of the day. Shannon and I took him for a walk into town and we wandered down to the spot where I proposed to her. By the time we had returned to the gite, the weather had cleared entirely (it's been spotty sun/rain the whole time, with the net effect of keeping everything nicely cool more than ruining our fun), and the late afternoon sun was warming the yard. Up went "le parc" (see previous post), out came the lawn chairs and champagne. After about an hour, Nico and I started to play on the grass, and yesterday, for whatever reason, instead of taking only one or two steps, he decided to repeatedly take 10 or 20! This is walking with my hands on his hips, providing balance and cues as to moving. We've done it dozens of times, and usually I get a few steps. But today he advanced on Bruce, then Mama, then a tree. And for the first time, when I went to the classic "assisted walking" - baby's hands over his head, back to me, walking toward Mama - he seemed to get it. This is a big step.

Then we went and played in gravel, had a great dinner (he's been fussy about what he eats), gave him a bath, put him down (within about 5 minutes of hitting the pillow), and went after our own dinner (moules de Mont St. Michel in a butter and garlic sauce, roasted duck breast in a maple syrup and rhubarb sauce, haricots verts, local potatoes, fantastic wine).

Today - it's off to look at animals in a medieval cave-village, have a little picnic, and see how the boudin noir tastes with fennel instead of leek.
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