On English breakfast

What's up with this weather man, blurg! I was wearing shorts and a t-shirt last week. Perhaps it's still winter, but I tend to lose any concept of time this part of the year. What's going on in these political races? What's up with that? Hillary and Barack neck-and-neck, McCain jawing away, running wild with his lead, Romney realizing his denial, and sweet Mr. Huckabee still chatting up his college football politics. That's crazy talk. 

I watched Syriana last night -- one of the best movies I've ever seen. It's best qualities were in its confusion. I'll probably have to watch it again tonight to catch the things I missed. 

My foreign policy teacher looks a bit like a walrus, and he acts a bit like David Brent -- always using the expression "vis-a-vis" and what not, as an actress said to a bishop! 

I'm still looking for some focus here on this blog. Why would a reader come here? I need some focus. How about, what's it like giving up coffee for tea? That might work.

One more note, Roger Clemens has dug himself a big hole here, and I think some things are going to come out soon that chop his shovel in two. Public opinion left a long time ago. Clemens looks like he'll be needing the immediate care of a  very reputable reputation doctor. I know of a good one in Skokie.