Dear Reader (Including those of you having this read to you while you white-knuckle the steering wheel trying to get to wherever you're going for the weekend at the pace of Zeno's arrow),
We've had so many good times. The volcano lancing, the sweatiest-movie-ever polls, the homage to women's prison movies, and of course, our debate about the best necrophiliac gay-porn title to describe the Florida recount ("Hanging Chad" was my pick). I feel like Green Day's "Good Riddance (Time Of Your Life)" should be playing in the background as we flash back to scenes like the first time I walked into the National Review offices wearing my spaghetti-strainer codpiece. (Note: I'm evoking the song's perceived meaning of wistful nostalgia from its presence in TV show finales and graduation parties, not its actual, slightly harsher meaning.) That look on Priscilla Buckley's face!
I'm getting all verklempt because this is my penultimate "news"letter under the National Review shingle, and I don't know what to do about it. I'm sitting in my car in a parking lot for some nature ...
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| | | The Problem with Certainty Jonah Goldberg Dear Reader (Including those of you having this read to you while you white-knuckle the steering wheel trying to get to wherever you're going for the weekend at the pace of Zeno's arrow), We've had so many good times. The volcano lancing, the sweatiest-movie-ever polls, the homage to women's prison movies, and of course, our debate about the best necrophiliac gay-porn title to describe the Florida recount ("Hanging Chad" was my pick). I feel like Green Day's "Good Riddance (Time Of Your Life)" should be playing in the background as we flash back to scenes like the first time I walked into the National Review offices wearing my spaghetti-strainer codpiece. (Note: I'm evoking the song's perceived meaning of wistful nostalgia from its presence in TV show finales and graduation parties, not its actual, slightly harsher meaning.) That look on Priscilla Buckley's face! I'm getting all verklempt because this is my penultimate "news"letter under the National Review shingle, and I don't know what to do about it. I'm sitting in my car in a parking lot for some nature ... Read More | | | | | | | Follow Us & Share 19 West 44th Street, Suite 1701, New York, NY, 10036, USA Your Preferences | Unsubscribe | Privacy View this e-mail in your browser. | |
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