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Pictured: Tom Tomorrow (aka: Dan Perkins), who - judging from the crazed look in his eyes is apparently receiving mild electrical charges from that wire thing in his pocket - standing with Atrios (aka: Duncan Black) and a couple of other people I can't identify.
See entire photo for full details. Link provided above.

If it weren't for Atrios (aka: Duncan Black) this weblog wouldn't exist - period. End of story. Small peeper in the blog pond it may be. Lambert, Leah, Tresy and the farmer would have never have been heaped together in a common cause to be later joined by Tom and Xan. And thats the stark god damned orphan train truth.

Neither apparently would drinkie winkies exist - (Jeebus!), whatever those are, and I'm not sure I want to know what they are unless they involve a Radcliffe College social club and screwing in a cornfield. (where you can lose more than your coat.)

In any case, heres to you Duncan Black (aka: Atrios), accidental father of Corrente. Yours in revolution. The summer spawn of 2003 and all future bastard children of the Eschaton thank you.

Photo linked above is from last evenings Dem National Convention which featured a fiddler named Jason______, Ugg, I forgot, playing the crowd out to what I recall was a short take of John Hartford's Jay Ungar's "Ashokan Farwell." - (?) - Which, if you ask me, should be played in it's full glory at the conclusion of ceremonies. Ya know, at sunset, a finale, in a cornfield beside a lake, with enough drinkie winkies to float a great hippy battleshippy and ultimately drown an entire flotilla of kinky Right Wingee Kool Aid dingies.

If ya know what I mean. And I think you do.

Corrections to above: Jay Ungar's "Ashokan Farwell" - thanks to N. from Seattle for the slap in the head on that one. Also, the tune played apparently was NOT the Ashokan Farwell but rather Amazing Grace, which I usually associate with, uh, funerals. So, for the most part, please just forget this post ever happened.

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