New Year, Resolved

2008 is off to a somewhat rocky start for this blogger. I spent the first 48 hours of the new year (plus the last three of 2007) under the influence of heavy doses of cold medicine. For two days I slept, surrounded by unpacked luggage, discarded tissues and the detrius of a month of working too much. As you surely understand, once I was out of the NyQuil fog (and had survived a caucus or two), I had to clean up before I could even begin to blog (sorry, dear readers), but now that it's all done and I've even managed to cook myself a couple of real meals, I'm here. I'm pumped. And I'm ready to blog.

Ended 2007 with one of the coolest things I've ever done: attended the Giants-Pats game and had incredible seats which have surely ruined me, for I will never have seats that good ever again. My favorite picutres are below. First, Tom Brady gazing lovingly at me in the stands.



Second, Eli Manning, living up to his surname and manning up:



The game was amazing, would've been more amazing if we'd have won, but it was damn cool either way.

Since then, I haven't quite achieved that level of cool again, but I have managed to get a byline, which hopefully has not yet gone stale by the time you read this, and do a podcast in which I sound remarkably unlike a person getting over a cold (check out Saturday's Post Politics Podcast if you're interested, if I could find a link, I'd include it, but the best advice I have is to find it on iTunes. Apologies.).

I've also uploaded the whole Christmas bounty of shiny new CDs to my iPod, and have a new offering for song of the day!! Woo-hoo!! Not selected randomly at all but instead with the utmost care and attention, Josh Ritter's Empty Hearts. The album from which it comes, The Historical Conquests of Josh Ritter, is hands down my favorite of 2007. It's BRILLIANT. Massive apologies to Aaron for not taking his advice on this one sooner. Feel like a complete moron, I mean, I could have had the words memorized by now, dammit! Words that include:

"There's a friend that I have, and for her I'll go back. You see all of these empties that I'm holding? They're too much for a man, empty arms, empty hands. And she'll know me by the sound of my hoping. Singing don't let me into this year with an empty heart, with an empty heart."

Anyway, here's the clip:



I love it. Check him out, buy the CD, don't be like me and waste four months. I'm off to get some pre-New Hampshire rest. And contemplate spending ridiculous amounts of money on a TV. Anyone with advice on HD sets between 40 and 46 inches, do drop a note in la comments... later taters.

Newslink o' the day: Giant Step (what, you were expecting something political?)