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MOBY: I find it comforting to bask in the glow of a bunch of erudite optimists. But I think the world is so complicated that I can't be so presumptuous as to justify pessimism or optimism, so I'll stay agnostic. But I like waking up every day, and I think breakfast is a fantastic thing...
...promptly received I. Lewis Libby’s resignation. Finally, the editorial offers a few somber reflections. “We are eagerly anticipating answers and admissions of guilt,” the editorial declare, though, naturally, “it is not a time for the Democrats to bask in the glory of Republican corruption.” One struggles to keep a straight face...
...tangentially—must come forward with explanations and resignations. This is the least that can be done after such reprehensible behavior on the part of our leaders. This is a disgraceful time for our country as a whole, and it is not a time for the Democrats to bask in the glory of Republican corruption. All of our leaders must be united in an effort to seek fairness in this investigation and to restore integrity to our government. This need not be a partisan issue—both Republicans and Democrats alike should be able to expect that their...
...journalists in the making. So I considered another idea, “They’re kids.” If I wasn’t going to stop the complaints, I was going to distract them long enough to make a difference. In the process, I got to bask in a few triumphs. An excited huddle of campers playing word games like Scattergories or Wheel of Fortune almost forgot they were stuck in MMM. Anti-writing warriors scribing columns about sports and rappers would make my day. Little campers learning how to speak Swahili or write their name...
...honest, I am beginning to fear the snow will never come, and I miserably bask on the sands of Ipanema beach, mingling with the sparsely clad natives, my heart longing for those February mornings at Harvard when I stumble out of my room and step into a deliciously crusty puddle of slightly-polluted slush. Instead, I stand atop the Pão de Açucar, a prominence circled by Guanabara Bay, facing the city, and I see Rio soaking in its own mild winter (scoff!) sunset, the waves washing up against the city lights. I kneel on the ground...