Poor Ralph

Yeah, It's been a rough morning. In other news...

I just got back from Atlanta for the last couple days on business. Luckily for me, I was there right in the middle of their primary elections on Tuesday. I don't really have many ins on the Georgia political scene, but I recognize all the big names and camps... Perdue, Isakson, Chambliss, that wacko McKinney, and so on...

What I found the most fun was pinging Georgia residents on their election-day preferences. Surprisingly enough, almost every GOP'er I talked to was happy to share their utter distain for the boy-wonder political consultant who was up for the LT Governor nom... Ralph Reed.

Of course, his antics are already well documented and there is no love lost for him within many factions of the GOP. In fact, during my last campaign, I remember hearing some vague items on the Abramoff stuff well before it hit the press. I also remember meeting the guy at a Republican convention in Miami. I was with a particular elected official at the time and Reed was all smiles and jokes. A pretty nice guy I thought, but once Reed turned away, I remember the prominent Republican turning back to me and whispering "I f**king hate that guy and his ilk."

Anyways, I came across this on the morning read and had a quick laugh. Looks like Reed went down thanks to payback from the McCain camp for the South Carolina debacle back in 2000. As they say, What goes 'round...

Reed's connection to the Abramoff stuff had broken back in the summer of 2004, so it couldn't have been predicted that it would be such a huge deal even now. But it was. The Reed camp blames John McCain for playing payback for his 2000 primary defeat with a campaign of leaks, and the press, of course, was happy to pile on.

The Lost Mac Ads

I know I'm getting trigger happy with the videos on the blog. But here's another one that I couldn't pass up.

(And yes... my next computer will be a Mac, regardless of the pompous ads that push them these days.)

And now, another stream-of-consciousness post from yours truly

New commute to work... couldn't be better.

Crunch time is upon me. By the 24th, I'll either be hot shit or well... I'd rather not think of the alternative. Can I really retrain an entire company on a new operations management system I implemented? My vote is Yes (with many all-nighters included).

Started playing the guitar heavily again. Surprised that I didn't suck. (where's a piano when you need one). Looks like Marc and I will finally get on that loungebreakcorefusion project that we've been talking about for years. Once I set the studio back up in the new place, expect more of the self-produced mp3's (that you see on the right). Humm, maybe I'll get to post some of the songs we did a few years ago.

On second thought, maybe the great Republican hope is out there.

If only I can make it to the 24th in one piece...

And for good measure, a timely quote that I ran into the other day.

Cherish things while you still have them, not when they've gone, for one of the hardest things to deal with is regret.

Sucks... cause it's true. Where's that Orbital quote when you need it?

Move, completed.

So long, Capitol Square Place...

Hello, Thomas Circle.

The long (and ahem, "fun"-filled) weekend is over. But hey, fireworks rocked.

Didn't know I had that much stuff to move.

Living on my own now...

... feels like I've lost a lot of friends thanks to this weekend of movement.

More travel is on the horizon... Atlanta for work, New York for fun, London for s'more work, (maybe Germany for Oktoberfest... pretty please).

Politics, still blah. Local politics doesn't excite me anymore. National politics is boring. Where's the next great (republican) hope when you need one? Am I just getting numb to all of this?

Suddenly, I'm engrossed (once again) in the humor of Eddie Izzard and the art of Jean-Michel Basquiat. What once was old and done with, is now the new-new.



And while we're on that, this story seems to be stuck in my head:
(From a transcript of the film, Basquiat)

There was this little prince with a magic crown. An evil warlock kidnapped him, locked him in a cell in a huge tower and took away his voice. There was a window made of bars. The prince would smash his head against the bars hoping that someone would hear the sound and find him. The crown made the most beautiful sound that anyone ever heard. You could hear the ringing for miles. It was so beautiful, that people wanted to grab the air.

They never found the prince.

He never got out of the room. But the sound he made filled everything up with beauty.

Best Music Video, Evar!