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“…my girlfriend’s a vegetarian. Which more or less makes me a vegetarian, but I sure love the taste of a good burger.”

So when I do eat meat, I make it count. Luckily, I now live within cycling distance of Central Market, but I still don’t have a basket to haul groceries home, so my brats rolled with me in the Buick this time. CM makes their bratwursts spicy with big chunks of chicken and pork.

Sigh, they’re breathtaking…

I had one in the fridge and decided I’d better cook it up soon. About halfway through, I started thinking about something on the side. I noticed a box of baby spinach, a pint of blueberries, and some leftover vinho verde (the one with the crab on it, it’s delicious). Once the sausage was done I put it on a plate, poured the excess grease from the pan and threw in the berries with a splash of wine. I threw the greens in last, tossed it around, and I grabbed the camera to do my best Smitten Kitchen impression.

My dream ad would show the robot Wall-E methodically stacking pressed blocks of discarded dollar bills to form giant structures, which turn out to be the Bird’s Nest stadium, the Water Cube aquatic center, and the CCTV tower. The script would go something like this:

“Sponsor” (60 seconds)

Voiceover: “Ever wonder what Washington has done with your tax dollars? This Olympics is your chance to find out. For the last 8 years, the Bush administration has been paying China billions of dollars in interest on the trillions it borrowed for tax breaks, pork, and special privileges you never got. That money helped create thousands of businesses and millions of jobs—in China. So as you enjoy the games, keep an eye on your tax dollars at work. The way our economy’s going, it’s tough to pay your bills. But take heart: You already paid China’s.”

Tagline: “America’s Taxpayers. Proud Sponsors of the Beijing Olympics.”

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UPDATE: So it didn’t go quite as easy as I’d hoped. The forty minute presentation dragged out to about eighty minutes (tapes are sixty). The microphones weren’t working, so I’ve got audio that barely goes above the background noise of video games and music. And the second speaker didn’t believe in podiums so he just paced back and forth while he spoke and I had to chase him around the room by panning back and forth. The tape could be a disaster, I haven’t brought myself to look at it. Oh, and a tree limb fell on my car because I got the only space with shade. Sigh…still, I was in a good mood. Oh, and Sarah and I got a new apartment. Posts on that to come soon!

Krugman’s beef with Obama is that he’s too quick to forget the Boomers who fought and protested for the racial equality that made his nomination possible. Without citing any examples, he also points out that we have yet to make comparable moves toward gender equality, but we know what he really means. While none of these points are outright false, it all comes across as sour grapes.

There were only two Boomer presidents and both of them were sleaze bags. Still, the 60s generation has warranted more PBS specials, coffee table books, and four-disc retrospectives than anyone could have imagined. Do Paul and the Clintons really need Obama to bow down and ask permission for the torch to be passed?

Krugman reminds us again that Obama’s victory is no certainty, that Rev. Wright will be back, and “[m]oreover, despite Hillary Clinton’s gracious, eloquent concession speech, some of her supporters may yet refuse to support the Democratic nominee.”

Come on, Paul, it’s time for you to graciously and eloquently step aside for the new kids, and let’s see if we can’t continue where the Boomers left off. Sorry, Paul, but your generation’s time has passed.

But wait, Monty says he will reveal one of goats behind one of the other two doors. He opens Door Number 3 and there it is, stinking of piss and feta. So now you’re left with two doors, and Monty gives you the option to switch doors (much like Howie Mandel does today).

So…do you switch? Does it matter? The odds are 1 in 3 no matter what, right? Might as well keep Door Number 1. Well, you’re wrong and now you’re the proud owner of a stinky goat. In fact the odds are 1 in 3 if you don’t switch, but they improve to 2 in 3 if you switch.

Think of it this way, if you picked the car first, then switching would get you a goat. But if you picked a goat, then switching would get you a car. There’s a 1 in 3 chance of picking the car first (losing), and a 2 in 3 chance of picking the goat first (winning).

The New York Times let’s you play the game and gives a wonderful graphic explanation here.

Okay, it’s ridiculous. A rich person could feasibly buy up twelve doctorates; and does philosophy degree from Harvard weigh as much as an online degree in metaphysics that comes with a crystal ball and a tarot deck?

Sigh…it seems like the start for a good bar discussion though.