Whitman boys.

OK, SERIOUSLY, LAST POST FOR A WHILE. The titles say it all.

Underneath Their Robes: Big Swinging Gavels: The Male Superhotties of the Federal Judiciary!

Underneath Their Robes: Bodacious Babes of the Bench: The Female Superhotties of the Federal Judiciary!

ACTUALLY, LET’S MAKE THIS MY LAST POST. Barbara Ehrenreich writing about abortion. Reading her fearless writing makes me think most of our political discourse is just chickenshit.

A. O. SCOTT ON CATWOMAN:

“But the picture, full of moody, oversaturated colors, twisty camera moves and stroboscopic editing, does have a certain decadent visual flair and a louche, sneering sense of humor. Watching it is like paging through a fat European fashion magazine at high speed in the lobby of a sleek hotel. Through the haze of moody color, you can occasionally glimpse the flicker of an idea about female sexuality or the manufacture of beauty, but these themes are ornamental flourishes in the pretty, kinetic emptiness.”

This is nice prose, and a well-developed simile, but I thought “What Would Elvis [Mitchell] Have Written?”

This is probably my last post in some time. Tomorrow is a short day at work, as I take off for Saturday’s festivities: marrying uber-sweetie Trina. Then two weeks off–my first stretch that long in eight years–as we honeymoon in the Gulf Islands. I have been telling people our destination for months now, and still am no wiser about where the “Gulf Islands” really are. I think that if you keep paddling north from the San Juans, eventually you cross the invisible Canadian border and are then in the Gulf Islands. But as I frequently complain, they don’t teach geography in the schools anymore. I’ll report back when it’s over, and I promise my time away won’t be as long as Jack B’s.

P.S. The Bourne Supremacy is getting much better advance reviews than Catwoman.

MMMMM…MODERN TRIBALISM. I too am in the QWERTY tribe–and you can have my keyboard when you pry it from my cold dead fingers.

Although William Gibson’s novels feature little gloves, nay, fingertip sheathes, that, wired to little miniputers, read your fingertip inputs. Yup, the guy who gave the world the word “”microsoft” believes the future will feature typing.