Home Again
A long cab ride to LaGuardia, complete with detailed discussion of the driver's prostate problems, followed by an attempt by US Airways to bump me due to overcrowding caused by the furniture market -- and still I made it home in time to put Elijah and Sydney to bed.
Retreat!
The Baseline retreat was worthwhile, probably even the parts I tuned out while checking my email on Sean Gallagher's laptop. I sat next to Sean both days, creating what had to have been one of the most formidable arrays of blogging talent ever assembled in the basement of the Ziff Davis building on 28th Street. After bloviating during the bubble about new companies that would never make a dime, it's fun to work on a mag that delivers some real value for tech and business. Any magazine led by the mad genius is going to deliver the goods.
Tom's Reading
KGB on Fourth St. was packed on Sunday night as Tom Barbash read from his new novel. A good group from Haverford and Bryn Mawr days turned out to hear Tom deliver the goods, then went out to dinner to celebrate. The other guy who read, Mark Winegardner, was also very good. The Sunday fiction series at KGB is organized by a Publisher's Weekly editor named Emily Chenoweth, who deserves to get rich from this labor of love. Emily was very nice even though she went to Swarthmore, Haverford's alleged arch-rival.
Constituent Service
Tara Grubb: "Mr. Coble returned my call."
Blame for the Lame
Slate: Why Congressional websites suck.
8:48:50 AM 
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