Battleground

First: better than morning coffee, it's a little afternoon Black Mountain (that does sound like a roast; hmmm...). I'm listening to their February concert recorded by NPR (and available here). The npr.org writeup describes an "epic storm of prog-rock riffs, '60s psychedelia and '70s metal." I hear a lot of Zeppelin and dudes singing in the high-tenor range, so I suppose they're right. It's a good way to struggle through a Friday afternoon with dramatically increased brainstorming creativity and typing speed. [*] Take that, Mavis Bacon. But not you, Mavis Staples. You're cool.

We're being inundated already, in our little mid-north-western battleground state, with TV ads for presidential wannabes. I was disappointed how early they've turned mostly negative. I note that the McCain camp is relying much more heavily on attack ads then the dems, but last night I caught some ominous-looking photos of J. Sidney next to Shrub and facts and figures about oil-company campaign contributions. There's certainly more truth to that than the opposing assertion that Mr. O features "fewer jobs" in his platform, but I'm disappointed nonetheless. Then again, these campaign organizers know what they're doing; if I think it sucks, I have nowhere to look but toward my fellow Americans. And I do. And it's sad.

[*] Another way? A 10-minute blogger break! Okay, back to work...