State of the Union

Snowy, rainy, cloudy, in Portland which set the perfect tone for the State of the Union address. Though my stomach was in knots for the majority of it and I wanted to slap that smug look right off Cheney's face (for those of you who watched it, how about the offsetting of the red and blue ties for Bush and Cheney. If he hadn't quit I'd think Rove came up with that one.), I realized at the end of his speech that this president of my generation, the only one that has been in office since I could vote, and the first for me to hate, was effectively over. He can war monger with Iran, he can make slippery comments about Pakistan, he can even say that New Orleans is doing just fine, but none of it matters anymore. In less than one years time he'll be unemployed and relaxing in Crawford. Two years from now he will be working at a consulting firm or starring in Cialis commercials and selling his autographs on eBay. It went by pretty fast I suppose. I guess slippery slopes typically work that way. I only hope that we can do better.

Back in Portland, headed to Seattle in the morning, Austin on Friday, New Orleans on Saturday. Is anyone else nervous about the Super Bowl, Super Tuesday, and Mardi Gras happening within a few days of each other. And fashion week? I am concerned that the western civilization my have an apocalyptic orgasm with all of this excitement. So, don't party too hard.