<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6076953</id><updated>2008-05-10T09:44:10.155-05:00</updated><title type='text'>67 Degrees with a 40% Chance of Rain</title><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.67degrees.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6076953/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6076953/posts/default'/><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.67degrees.com/atom.xml'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09253225866725663600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>771</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6076953.post-4088886455202373917</id><published>2008-05-07T09:55:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T22:21:11.182-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Visual One-Liner&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Look at the huge buffet Stiles and I found at AsiaFest on Saturday! (Click to enlarge)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.67degrees.com/uploaded_images/buffet-770549.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="" alt="" src="http://www.67degrees.com/uploaded_images/buffet-770325.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later the buffet featured a stack of pizzas. Didn't know pizzas were Bangladeshi, but hey, I love pizza.</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.67degrees.com/2008/05/visual-one-liner-look-at-huge-buffet.html' title=''/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6076953&amp;postID=4088886455202373917&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.67degrees.com/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6076953/posts/default/4088886455202373917'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6076953/posts/default/4088886455202373917'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09253225866725663600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6076953.post-2151839928653706940</id><published>2008-05-06T22:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T22:46:55.284-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Okay, Strike What I Said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The closeness of Indiana (come in, Gary, Indiana) is pulling me back into this neverending primary show. Sure beats the municipal elections in Austin lately.</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.67degrees.com/2008/05/okay-strike-what-i-said-closeness-of.html' title=''/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6076953&amp;postID=2151839928653706940&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.67degrees.com/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6076953/posts/default/2151839928653706940'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6076953/posts/default/2151839928653706940'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09253225866725663600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6076953.post-7943042397062979680</id><published>2008-05-06T15:49:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T15:53:59.673-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Make. It. Stop.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone else think this Democratic presidential race feels like the NBC series, &lt;em&gt;ER&lt;/em&gt;? The show should have ended, I dunno, seven seasons ago. But it's still going. And I don't want to watch it, because the program has jumped the shark so many times that I don't find anything believable anymore. And yet it's still going. I've tuned out.</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.67degrees.com/2008/05/make.html' title=''/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6076953&amp;postID=7943042397062979680&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.67degrees.com/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6076953/posts/default/7943042397062979680'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6076953/posts/default/7943042397062979680'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09253225866725663600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6076953.post-643087758936955109</id><published>2008-04-30T16:58:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T16:59:35.465-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;A Conversation with A Father-To-Be&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who: how's [your pregnant wife]?&lt;br /&gt;Him: good, ready to have the baby&lt;br /&gt;Him: she's tired and tired of being pregnant, sleeping poorly and generally uncomfortable&lt;br /&gt;Who: god i bet&lt;br /&gt;Who: with how tall i am, i think im going to be a whale when im pregnant&lt;br /&gt;Who: maybe ill break 200 lbs&lt;br /&gt;Him: Everyone needs a goal</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.67degrees.com/2008/04/conversation-with-father-to-be-who-hows.html' title=''/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6076953&amp;postID=643087758936955109&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.67degrees.com/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6076953/posts/default/643087758936955109'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6076953/posts/default/643087758936955109'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09253225866725663600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6076953.post-4807897845464919041</id><published>2008-04-28T05:18:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T05:23:58.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kookie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks ago, a marketing woman from the Doubletree downtown brought me delicious chocolate chip cookies in a nice tin. I am alone in my capitol office most of the time, except for photographers who change out daily. Occasionally I'd offer a cookie to a photog. But almost everyday I would hit that tin for a sweet treat of my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.67degrees.com/uploaded_images/cookie1-770373.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://www.67degrees.com/uploaded_images/cookie1-770369.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day I returned to the tin for a familiar cookie. I opened it up and found this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.67degrees.com/uploaded_images/cookie2-756399.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://www.67degrees.com/uploaded_images/cookie2-756395.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now asking for handwriting samples from all photogs who come into the office, because I'm gonna track down this clever cookie monster, mark my words.</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.67degrees.com/2008/04/kookie-few-weeks-ago-marketing-woman.html' title=''/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6076953&amp;postID=4807897845464919041&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.67degrees.com/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6076953/posts/default/4807897845464919041'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6076953/posts/default/4807897845464919041'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09253225866725663600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6076953.post-3831884245081069459</id><published>2008-04-26T21:16:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T21:18:09.554-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hooked on Phonics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is worse, misspelling the word "definitely" by spelling it "definately" -- or totally destroying the word by spelling it "defiantly"? I can't decide which is more offensive.</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.67degrees.com/2008/04/hooked-on-phonics-which-is-worse.html' title=''/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6076953&amp;postID=3831884245081069459&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.67degrees.com/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6076953/posts/default/3831884245081069459'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6076953/posts/default/3831884245081069459'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09253225866725663600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6076953.post-6317558334457670764</id><published>2008-04-16T11:11:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T11:15:49.334-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Needles&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got the results back from my allergy skin testing, which I finally resorted to after rubbing out half my eyelashes due to my daily allergies. Three boxes of Kleenex a week is also making for a lot of trash around my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Dr. Reddy looked at my results and said I was "basically allergic to everything". And he wondered why I hadn't gotten this done way earlier. Among my allergic triggers:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dog&lt;br /&gt;Cat&lt;br /&gt;Ash&lt;br /&gt;Cedar&lt;br /&gt;Oak&lt;br /&gt;Elm&lt;br /&gt;Maple&lt;br /&gt;Mesquite&lt;br /&gt;Willow&lt;br /&gt;Tumbleweeds&lt;br /&gt;Assorted weeds&lt;br /&gt;Ragweed&lt;br /&gt;Bermuda Grass&lt;br /&gt;Johnson Grass&lt;br /&gt;Dust mite&lt;br /&gt;Mouse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I did test negative for cockroach. Apparently I can hang out with those, no problem.</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.67degrees.com/2008/04/needles-got-results-back-from-my.html' title=''/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6076953&amp;postID=6317558334457670764&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.67degrees.com/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6076953/posts/default/6317558334457670764'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6076953/posts/default/6317558334457670764'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09253225866725663600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6076953.post-5864725467229926429</id><published>2008-04-13T21:42:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T21:42:53.397-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sex, Coming Soon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Jo0Hkaft7Nc&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Jo0Hkaft7Nc&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.67degrees.com/2008/04/sex-coming-soon.html' title=''/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6076953&amp;postID=5864725467229926429&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.67degrees.com/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6076953/posts/default/5864725467229926429'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6076953/posts/default/5864725467229926429'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09253225866725663600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6076953.post-261889498460960946</id><published>2008-04-10T19:57:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T20:10:23.594-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What I Have Been Doing Besides Blogging on 67 Degrees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- A &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Felicity &lt;/span&gt;marathon thanks to NetFlix (omigod, Stiles is Ben! Ben is Stiles!)&lt;br /&gt;- Mommy's visit&lt;br /&gt;- Destroying my front lawn (I can't explain random brown patches)&lt;br /&gt;- Trying to get Saidee to stop licking her girl parts&lt;br /&gt;- Entering into probably unethical bets about a recent runoff, in which I won a free lunch&lt;br /&gt;- Pimping out Little Lost Robot's &lt;a href="http://www.beloblog.com/KVUE_Blogs/politicaljunkie/2008/04/city-council-day.html"&gt;haiku post on my political blog&lt;/a&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.67degrees.com/2008/04/what-i-have-been-doing-besides-blogging.html' title=''/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6076953&amp;postID=261889498460960946&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.67degrees.com/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6076953/posts/default/261889498460960946'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6076953/posts/default/261889498460960946'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09253225866725663600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6076953.post-5961330006604192947</id><published>2008-04-01T17:20:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T17:23:17.739-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;What Happened To Your Face, Woman?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.67degrees.com/uploaded_images/LARAFLYNN-749501.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.67degrees.com/uploaded_images/LARAFLYNN-749497.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Um, remember Lara Flynn Boyle, from &lt;em&gt;Twin Peaks&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;The Practice&lt;/em&gt;? Here's a recent picture of her. All I gotta say is, WTF? I'm not sure this can be attributed to plastic surgery, cause aren't facelifts supposed to make your face tighter, not saggier? Something ain't right.</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.67degrees.com/2008/04/what-happened-to-your-face-woman-um.html' title=''/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6076953&amp;postID=5961330006604192947&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.67degrees.com/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6076953/posts/default/5961330006604192947'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6076953/posts/default/5961330006604192947'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09253225866725663600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6076953.post-4538660873608933618</id><published>2008-03-30T10:12:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T10:14:19.677-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Big Shoes to Fill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note this section of a NY Times story about Barack Obama's photo-op at a bowling alley.&lt;blockquote&gt;Roxanne Hart, a 43-year-old gal from Altoona, asked if he wanted to bowl with her. Mr. Obama and Mr. Casey shed dress shoes for bowling shoes—a blue and white Velcro number for Obama, size 13 ½ — and entered their names into the overhead monitor. It was BAR and BOB against ROX.&lt;/blockquote&gt;Um, 13 and a half, eh?</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.67degrees.com/2008/03/big-shoes-to-fill-note-this-section-of.html' title=''/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6076953&amp;postID=4538660873608933618&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.67degrees.com/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6076953/posts/default/4538660873608933618'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6076953/posts/default/4538660873608933618'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09253225866725663600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6076953.post-6653375114476054539</id><published>2008-03-27T21:11:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T21:14:10.582-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lucky Hat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I caught up with Austinite Mark McKinnon today, the Democrat-turned-Bush-advertising-guru-turned- McCain-strategist, who was wearing one of his lucky hats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.67degrees.com/uploaded_images/markmckinnonhat-724619.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://www.67degrees.com/uploaded_images/markmckinnonhat-724614.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; Are you going back to being a Democrat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Him: &lt;/span&gt;I'm not a Democrat, I'm a moderate Republican.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me: &lt;/span&gt;Would you work for Obama?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Him: &lt;/span&gt;No, I won't do that. But I have said I won't work AGAINST him if he's the nominee, and he will be.</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.67degrees.com/2008/03/lucky-hat-i-caught-up-with-austinite.html' title=''/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6076953&amp;postID=6653375114476054539&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.67degrees.com/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6076953/posts/default/6653375114476054539'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6076953/posts/default/6653375114476054539'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09253225866725663600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6076953.post-2880981001279056194</id><published>2008-03-23T22:03:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T22:08:03.220-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Snippet from Stiles: Chicks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: She's hot. Except she doesn't put out.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Doesn't that kinda make her hotter?&lt;br /&gt;Him: No, what use is a hot chick if you can't bang her?&lt;br /&gt;[Silence]&lt;br /&gt;Him: Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;[Silence]&lt;br /&gt;Him: No, seriously. I don't mean any disrespect, but I  mean, if you're a dude...</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.67degrees.com/2008/03/snippet-from-stiles-chicks-him-shes-hot.html' title=''/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6076953&amp;postID=2880981001279056194&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.67degrees.com/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6076953/posts/default/2880981001279056194'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6076953/posts/default/2880981001279056194'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09253225866725663600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6076953.post-5052354548232302526</id><published>2008-03-21T10:50:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T10:52:33.944-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Election Day... in the Far East&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom is all nervous because it's election day in Taiwan, they are choosing a new president after eight years under a really unpopular, pro-independence dude. &lt;a href="http://www.iht.com/articles/ap/2008/03/21/asia/AS-GEN-Taiwan-Presidential-Election-Glance.php"&gt;Here's the At a Glance.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VOTING:&lt;br /&gt;More than 17 million Taiwanese citizens aged 20 or over are eligible to vote. Voting at more than 14,000 polling stations begins at 0000 GMT and ends at 0800 GMT, and a complete tally is expected within 4-5 hours. Turnout in the last presidential election in 2004 was 80 percent.&lt;br /&gt;___&lt;br /&gt;WHO'S RUNNING:&lt;br /&gt;Voters will choose between Frank Hsieh of the ruling Democratic Progressive Party and the Nationalist Party's Ma Ying-jeou. Outgoing President Chen Shui-bian of the DPP is widely unpopular after eight years in office, largely because of widespread allegations of corruption against his inner circle and a lackluster economy. Following a huge Nationalist victory in January legislative elections, Ma is the favorite to win, although Hsieh has been closing the gap in recent days.&lt;br /&gt;___&lt;br /&gt;WHAT'S AT STAKE:&lt;br /&gt;The main issue is Taiwan's relationship with Communist China, from which it split amid civil war in 1949.</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.67degrees.com/2008/03/election-day.html' title=''/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6076953&amp;postID=5052354548232302526&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.67degrees.com/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6076953/posts/default/5052354548232302526'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6076953/posts/default/5052354548232302526'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09253225866725663600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6076953.post-1806081901838504411</id><published>2008-03-17T20:55:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T21:57:28.831-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stuff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm just getting around to this, but there's a hilarious site called &lt;a href="http://stuffwhitepeoplelike.wordpress.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Stuff White People Like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; that's gotten coverage in the NYT and about 13 million views from people who are more hip than me. Slate discussed this in a recent podcast and the journo's there argued that this list is more like "Stuff Latte-Drinking Yuppie White People Like", which is about right. But it's still really funny, since the list pretty much accounts for everything Austinites like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite entry, of course, is &lt;a href="http://stuffwhitepeoplelike.wordpress.com/2008/03/09/85-the-wire/"&gt;#85, The Wire&lt;/a&gt;. For the past three years, whenever you say “The Wire” white people are required to respond by saying “it’s the best show on television.” Try it the next time you see a white person! Though now they might say “it WAS the best show on television.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other good ones&lt;br /&gt;#2 &lt;a href="http://stuffwhitepeoplelike.wordpress.com/2008/01/18/2-religions-that-their-parents-dont-belong-to/"&gt;Religions that their parents don't belong to&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#11 &lt;a href="http://stuffwhitepeoplelike.wordpress.com/2008/01/20/11-asian-girls/"&gt;Asian girls&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#22 &lt;a href="http://stuffwhitepeoplelike.wordpress.com/2008/01/24/22-having-two-last-names/"&gt;Having two last names&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;#29 &lt;a href="http://stuffwhitepeoplelike.wordpress.com/2008/01/27/29-80s-night/"&gt;80's night&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#37 &lt;a href="http://stuffwhitepeoplelike.wordpress.com/2008/01/29/37-renovations/"&gt;Renovations&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#45 &lt;a href="http://stuffwhitepeoplelike.wordpress.com/2008/01/31/45-asian-fusion-food/"&gt;Asian fusion food&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#62 &lt;a href="http://stuffwhitepeoplelike.wordpress.com/2008/02/10/62-knowing-whats-best-for-poor-people/"&gt;Knowing what's best for poor people&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#71 &lt;a href="http://stuffwhitepeoplelike.wordpress.com/2008/02/18/70-difficult-breakups/"&gt;Difficult Breakups&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#75 &lt;a href="http://stuffwhitepeoplelike.wordpress.com/2008/02/24/75-threatening-to-move-to-canada/"&gt;Threatening to move to Canada&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#81 &lt;a href="http://stuffwhitepeoplelike.wordpress.com/2008/03/04/81-graduate-school/"&gt;Graduate school&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#87 &lt;a href="http://stuffwhitepeoplelike.wordpress.com/2008/03/11/87-outdoor-performance-clothes/"&gt;Outdoor performance clothes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. In a guest column, there's the &lt;a href="http://stuffwhitepeoplelike.wordpress.com/2008/02/05/guest-column-top-ten-songs-white-people-love/"&gt;Top 10 Hip-Hop Songs White People Love&lt;/a&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.67degrees.com/2008/03/stuff-i-guess-im-just-getting-around-to.html' title=''/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6076953&amp;postID=1806081901838504411&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.67degrees.com/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6076953/posts/default/1806081901838504411'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6076953/posts/default/1806081901838504411'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09253225866725663600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6076953.post-9057673550581476974</id><published>2008-03-17T20:36:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T20:41:28.032-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My Favorite Dancing-White-House-Correspondent-Man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.67degrees.com/uploaded_images/gregory-799659.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://www.67degrees.com/uploaded_images/gregory-799656.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, apparently NBC's David Gregory is &lt;a href="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2008/03/11/biggest-news-from-yesterd_n_90927.html"&gt;IN HIS THIRTIES&lt;/a&gt;. Wha???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's the prematurely graying hair. I should have figured it out when I saw him do&lt;a href="http://www.67degrees.com/2007/12/dont-need-no-hateration-holleratin-in.html"&gt; the twirly dance move thing&lt;/a&gt;. That's not something a man in his forties would do. Well, it's not something most men hosting the Today show would do, but it ROCKED! ILMSDG!</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.67degrees.com/2008/03/my-favorite-dancing-white-house.html' title=''/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6076953&amp;postID=9057673550581476974&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.67degrees.com/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6076953/posts/default/9057673550581476974'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6076953/posts/default/9057673550581476974'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09253225866725663600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6076953.post-4564170790932915795</id><published>2008-03-13T23:23:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T23:31:26.094-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;When The Upstate Attacks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This happened in Union, SC, my former stomping grounds. It's also the same place Susan Smith drowned her little boys more than a decade ago. And I think Snoop Dog's relatives live there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NCjzKK1NxXY&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NCjzKK1NxXY&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Meanwhile, In My Neck of the Woods...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hipsters have overtaken Austin, for the annual &lt;a href="http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.jsp?articleId=281474977283674"&gt;mega music/film/interactive festival known as South by Southwest&lt;/a&gt;, SXSW. Every bar and club and restaurant has live music blaring, free food and free booze parties take up entire blocks, and you can't escape the music. 1,750 showcasing acts, eighty venues in five days. I literally ran into Lyle Lovett yesterday. The biggest and smallest names are all playing somewhere. Kimya Dawson was seen playing a street corner. R.E.M. rocked the backyard of a barbecue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since it's an interactive festival too, journalists are geeking out and blogging everywhere.&lt;a href="http://leisureblogs.chicagotribune.com/turn_it_up/2008/03/south-by-southw.html"&gt; Here's the Chicago Tribune's take.&lt;/a&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.67degrees.com/2008/03/when-upstate-attacks-this-happened-in.html' title=''/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6076953&amp;postID=4564170790932915795&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.67degrees.com/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6076953/posts/default/4564170790932915795'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6076953/posts/default/4564170790932915795'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09253225866725663600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6076953.post-7918465264923191786</id><published>2008-03-08T00:25:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T00:25:47.113-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The Onion: Always Right On&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="onion_embed headline"&gt;&lt;h2&gt;&lt;a target="theonion" href="http://www.theonion.com/content?utm_source=Distributed&amp;utm_medium=Embedded%2BHTML&amp;utm_campaign=Widgets"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.theonion.com/content/themes/onion/assets/logos/onion_super_tiny.png" width="92" height="12" alt="The Onion" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;h3 style="font-size:18px!important;line-height:17px!important;"&gt;&lt;a target="theonion" href="http://www.theonion.com/content/news_briefs/relationship_tragically?utm_source=Distributed&amp;utm_medium=Embedded%2BHTML&amp;utm_campaign=Widgets" &gt;Relationship Tragically Enters Going-To-Bathroom-With-Door-Open Stage&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;.onion_embed {background: rgb(256, 256, 256) !important;border: 4px solid rgb(65, 160, 65);border-width: 4px 0 1px 0;margin: 10px 30px !important;padding: 5px;overflow: hidden !important;zoom: 1;}.onion_embed img {border: 0 !important;}.onion_embed a {display: inline;}.onion_embed a.img {float: left !important;margin: 0 5px 0 0 !important;width: 66px;display: block;overflow: hidden !important;}.onion_embed a.img img {border: 1px solid #222 !important;;width: 64px;;padding: 0 !important;;}.onion_embed h2 {line-height: 2px;;clear: none;;margin: 0 !important;padding: 0 !important;}.onion_embed h3 {line-height: 16px;font: bold 16px arial, sans-serif !important;margin: 3px 0 0 0 !important;padding: 0 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/&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.67degrees.com/2008/03/onion-always-right-on-relationship.html' title=''/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6076953&amp;postID=7918465264923191786&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.67degrees.com/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6076953/posts/default/7918465264923191786'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6076953/posts/default/7918465264923191786'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09253225866725663600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6076953.post-3851259142825105512</id><published>2008-03-07T10:50:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T11:03:32.539-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Shining Shimmering Splendor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is gonna be a random brain dump, because I need to update y'all and I am too tired (and frankly, a little hungover) to find a clever way to do this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Primary Election Day 2008 came and went. On election night I spent the evening under the stars in San Antonio, where Barack Obama would come out and make his victory/concession speech. (He won the Texas caucuses, lost the primary, we have a jacked up system.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw Rev. Jesse Jacks0n out in the crowd and decided to take a shot at getting a live interview. Went up to him and shared our Greenville connection. Then we got him live at  the top of the 10. Then, there was the weirder moment of the night -- he asked me to meet him at his hotel after the party was over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Where you stayin' tonight?... I'm at the Marriott. We should meet up later." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there was other gibberish that I can't really remember before he finished things off with, "You gonna call me?" I ran into him again while walking up the risers and he grazed my boob before grabbing my arm to remind me to call him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hrmmm. Perhaps he wanted to show me his "rainbow push", photog Todd joked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Barack Obama Texas folks, who used to be the Obama Iowa folks, have enjoyed their time in ATX but haven't seen much more than the ride from their hotel to the office. So last night, some of us reporters took them to Donn's Depot, an old train caboose turned into a bar. Played some good tunes on the jukebox. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turned things up a notch at midnight and found ourselves at Asian-style karaoke, where you get your own private room to go crazy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;File under "unforgettable memories": The Obama for America Texas Communications Director rocking out to Nelly's "Hot in Herrrre".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, another staffer and I did a killer duet to "A Whole New World" from Aladdin, if I must say so myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't you dare close your eyes."</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.67degrees.com/2008/03/shining-shimmering-splendor-this-is.html' title=''/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6076953&amp;postID=3851259142825105512&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.67degrees.com/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6076953/posts/default/3851259142825105512'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6076953/posts/default/3851259142825105512'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09253225866725663600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6076953.post-8360526934435825773</id><published>2008-03-04T12:21:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T12:23:27.168-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Super Tuesday, Redux&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we go... it's election day in Texas, a state that wound up being in a place to decide the Democratic nomination as a result of a crazy confluence of events. I'll be photoblogging my day in San Antonio (where Obama will be making his victory? speech tonight). Stay tuned &lt;a href="http://www.kvue.com/politicaljunkie"&gt;via my political blog...&lt;/a&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.67degrees.com/2008/03/super-tuesday-redux-here-we-go.html' title=''/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6076953&amp;postID=8360526934435825773&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.67degrees.com/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6076953/posts/default/8360526934435825773'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6076953/posts/default/8360526934435825773'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09253225866725663600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6076953.post-3173326934778869148</id><published>2008-03-02T01:29:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T01:32:24.187-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Snippet from Stiles Returns&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You know what I do love? Long John Silver's. Remember those commercials where they had midgets dressed up as fish and chicken planks?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Men of the Week, This Time, With Meaning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B-rock Obama (How many people can say they spent time in a bathroom with B@rack Obama?)&lt;br /&gt;The boys who made the exclusive happen&lt;br /&gt;Nigel Robertson, also for the assist&lt;br /&gt;D@vid Ianelli, the man running a tracking poll for us</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.67degrees.com/2008/03/snippet-from-stiles-returns-you-know.html' title=''/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6076953&amp;postID=3173326934778869148&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.67degrees.com/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6076953/posts/default/3173326934778869148'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6076953/posts/default/3173326934778869148'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09253225866725663600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6076953.post-1686268688448776722</id><published>2008-03-01T14:40:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T14:49:10.627-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The Second Best Thing To Happen To Me This Week&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, it's been crazy down here, as expected. I found myself sitting outside on a patio eating dinner with Lisa Ling last night, she ended up buying dinner for the whole table. She's in town because she wants to help give Obama a final push in Texas, but can't do it really publicly since she's on National Geographic, and sometimes, Oprah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday morning I was whisked into a bathroom and waited a few minutes before this tall dude walks in and answered my questions for seven minutes. Not a bad guy, this Barack Obama character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.67degrees.com/uploaded_images/eliseobama-718513.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://www.67degrees.com/uploaded_images/eliseobama-718509.jpeg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that was just the second best thing to happen to me all week. The real perk was realizing I was sitting in the risers at an event behind Pulitzer-winning, bitingly funny New York Time columnist MAUREEN DOWD! I stalked her until she agreed to a photo. As you can see she was wearing no makeup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.67degrees.com/uploaded_images/maureendowd-764751.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://www.67degrees.com/uploaded_images/maureendowd-764734.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.67degrees.com/2008/03/second-best-thing-to-happen-to-me-this.html' title=''/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6076953&amp;postID=1686268688448776722&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.67degrees.com/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6076953/posts/default/1686268688448776722'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6076953/posts/default/1686268688448776722'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09253225866725663600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6076953.post-6462822154475233112</id><published>2008-02-24T22:33:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T22:49:01.861-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;There's Something Weird Going On In The Universe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marketa Irglova, who won an Oscar for Best Song but was cut off by music when she started speaking, got a chance to come back after the commercial break and make her beautiful speech about "hope". Stiles thinks it's a sign of some societal shift, akin to the Democrats retaking the House and Senate in 2006. Is something stirring?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;My Favorite Picture This Cycle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw this sticker taped to the back of a battery or a mic receiver on the NBC camera that was shooting Lee Cowan Friday night. There we were, with 30,000 gathered on the streets of downtown to hear Barack Obama give his stump speech. And since I've heard it a few times, I found it more amusing that Obama's traveling press corps badge has a cartoon of the candidate getting cooked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.67degrees.com/uploaded_images/travelingpress-773611.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://www.67degrees.com/uploaded_images/travelingpress-773608.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.67degrees.com/2008/02/theres-something-weird-going-on-in.html' title=''/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6076953&amp;postID=6462822154475233112&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.67degrees.com/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6076953/posts/default/6462822154475233112'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6076953/posts/default/6462822154475233112'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09253225866725663600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6076953.post-6851660348748088545</id><published>2008-02-20T20:43:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T20:46:20.103-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Debate-a-palooza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the center of the political universe is suddenly Austin, Texas, which means I'm having a good ol' time. I think I might liveblog the entire day tomorrow on&lt;a href="http://www.kvue.com/politicaljunkie"&gt; my politics blog.&lt;/a&gt; Tune in and comment if you can (even though the Belo comments feature sucks). CNN's Bill Schneider was wondering why I was stalking him all afternoon and so I finally asked him for a picture for my blog. Then he asked me what a blog was. OK I made all of that up, he's a nice guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.67degrees.com/uploaded_images/billschneider-752175.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://www.67degrees.com/uploaded_images/billschneider-752165.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.67degrees.com/2008/02/debate-palooza-so-center-of-political.html' title=''/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6076953&amp;postID=6851660348748088545&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.67degrees.com/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6076953/posts/default/6851660348748088545'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6076953/posts/default/6851660348748088545'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09253225866725663600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6076953.post-7183616057004706045</id><published>2008-02-19T21:43:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T21:45:38.814-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;When In Need...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the clock struck midnight and it became my birthday (Feb 17th), Stiles and I were on our way home from a chill East Austin lounge and stopped at a Racetrac gas station. He came out with my first birthday present of the morning. See below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.67degrees.com/uploaded_images/hornygoat-711710.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://www.67degrees.com/uploaded_images/hornygoat-711706.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.67degrees.com/2008/02/when-in-need.html' title=''/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6076953&amp;postID=7183616057004706045&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.67degrees.com/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6076953/posts/default/7183616057004706045'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6076953/posts/default/7183616057004706045'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09253225866725663600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry></feed>