Just keep walking

Eight years of “bullying” foreign policies will get you this embarrassing moment at the hands of world leaders.

Goodbye George. I’m just sorry you were here long enough to do this much damage.

Afternoon Classic & some women appointed Sec of State

Hillary Clinton will be your new Secratary of State, reported The Politico about, like, a million hours ago but I’m in Boise, which is a million hours behind real time. So there.

And now, another bad, bad woman.

Scott Weaver dot com

Between hunting for jobs, hunting for freelance writing assignments, and hunting for free internets, there will probably not be a lot of posting here until Tuesday when the broadband comes.

So I’m just going to throw up some shit in case you’re very, very bored.

Like my website, in which you can read stuff I’ve written, see sites I’ve designed, or read my resume, which, I should tell you, is all plot and no character but contains a spectacular twist at the end.

Oh, and if you want a website, I’ll make you one. I’ll even cut you deal. And it will look better than my shitty website, I promise, because I did that one in like two minutes or something, dude.

As you were.

Laura Bush’s memoirs

One burka short of a party

I might have to read this book.

Because every time I look at her, I wonder “What in the fuck are you thinking?”

By the time I get to Idaho

Entering the state, to much fanfare

Rolled into my new home around 4pm yesterday–Boise, Idaho. Currently sponging Internet off a coffee shop near Boise State U. I have a freelance piece due in less than a week, so I’m gearing up to attempt some humor here. Thought this ol’ blog might be a good place to start.

So, in true mixed metaphor fashion, please allow me to vomit some throat-clearing words here.

First reaction to Boise: Lots of white people. White people as far as the eye can see. Which is far. Ever been to Idaho? You can see a long ways.

The majority of which seem to be riding bikes, which is cool. But it is November. In Idaho.

Two days ago I saw my first tumbleweed. For real. Rolling across the damn road. And I thought: Tumbleweed! That night I watched the end of a Clint Eastwood movie in which he drew back his serape and pulled out a pistol for which to shoot a man dead. This is all true.

And now a memo to Christians in the continent’s middle: Do you really need all those radio stations? Because there are often just four stations in your wonderful states, two of which feature love songs to Jesus Harold Christ himself, the third a preacher telling me I’m going to go to Hell if I worry (thanks, Rev. Tautology), and the fourth the country station that plays two songs, one that uses “Chicken Fried” as a noun and the other a Kid Rock song about Lynard Skynard kicking ass.

Sarah Vowell can write a book about Puritans, theology in the New World, and Anne Hutchenson and make it really interesting. Bill Bryson can write a book about Shakespeare and make it very, very dull.

Boise State opens its basketball season this Friday. So that’s pretty cool.

Okay. Now on to this New Great Depression, which is totally going to be Great.

Leaving the East

Today we’re set to cross the Mississippi, offically ending my time out East. Should make Boise by Monday.

Somewhere here, there is a country song.

One more

General mayhem on U Street | photo by Kelli Ford

President Obama

Million man acoustical jam | photo by Kelli Ford

Just got back from wandering around D.C. Had dinner at an Ethiopian restaurant on U Street with friends, went to watch the election returns at a bar just down the way.

Obama won, of course, so we headed out into the street. U Street was festering into a block party already. Decided to hoof it 20-some blocks to the White House and party on Penn Ave in front of Bush’s pad. Walked back, and U Street was in full party mode, no traffic getting through, just cars pulled over and systems booming, people in the streets dancing.

Will have photos and video in a day or two. But for now, sleep.

Welcome to the end of your nightmare.

The prescient Eddie Murphey

A black president? Funny stuff 25 years ago.

Dead Air

To the six or so folks who check this site, sorry for the dead air. We’re moving to Boise tomorrow, and packing is currently a bitch.

Hopefully we’ll be back up in a week. See you then.

KRS-One tells you vote.

Obama’s aunt living in US illegally

This from the AP:

Barack Obama’s aunt, a Kenyan woman who has been quietly living in public housing in Boston, is in the United States illegally after an immigration judge rejected her request for asylum four years ago, The Associated Press has learned.

Zeituni Onyango, 56, referred to as “Aunti Zeituni” in Obama’s memoir, was instructed to leave the United States by a U.S. immigration judge who denied her asylum request, a person familiar with the matter told the AP late Friday. This person spoke on condition of anonymity because no one was authorized to discuss Onyango’s case.

Something that the GOP had in its back pocket, or simply bad timing? And will it matter to those voters in all-of-a-sudden swing states that Obama is frantically trying to win over?

Studs Terkel, RIP

Here’s the obit. Here’s the man:

Obama stomping in (former?) Republican backyards

Take a look at how Pennsylvania’s being played. Conventional wisdom says that if the rest of the 49 states fall into the Red/Blue slots they’ve historically fallen, then Pennsylvania is the deciding state.

But as Marc Ambiner points out, if Pennsylvania holds this power for both camps:

Then the Obama campaign is betraying a certain confidence.

At this point, there are no plans for Sen. Obama to visit the state between now and Tuesday.

So where is the Obama campaign? Indiana. Colorado. Missouri. Ohio. Florida. Virginia. In other words, states that–with the exception of Ohio–were Republicans strongholds months ago.

Think Obama knows what he’s doing?