Not major news for the McCain camp, or voters...

but Cindy McCain is not an only child.

This will not make a difference in how I evaluate the McCain--first ladies make no difference to the campaign.

But between this and Cindy's refusals to reveal personal financial information,
I'm starting to find her a bit irritating.

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One other note: For all I know, The Other McCain may be the sort of sibling one REALLY wishes to forget with good reason. There may be some very good reason her family was left without an active credit card. And that's going to get ugly for her if she expects no one to dig up any material.

But I'm suprised Cindy McCain has not learned the political lesson of the last few years:
nothing and no one stays hidden when you are running for Very Public office.
Did she think unhappy people were going to stay quiet?

Everybody's got to learn. Jenna Bush. Roger Clinton. Maureeen Reagan. Billy Carter. Oy vey, Billy Carter.

Dear Google

I've been charmed by the depiction of the various animals of the Chinese zodiac,and other folklore, shown participating in various Olympic sports.

Today's has been interesting. But please tell me:
Which story has the magic Chinese sperm?

Miso and Masa

Mis y Mas is what my LJ it titled.
It's named for the two types of non-essay, non-blog, non-writing I end up dribbling around here.

Mis are the little random bits. Short, albeit not always to the point. Just dropping thoughts, when there is no time to think clearly and write.

Well, some of you have Twitter.
I have Mis. Or, Miso.

Little tiny particles of the most basic rudimentary type of life, fermenting for far too long into something funky--often mixed in hot water. Sip it--nothing much to see, but possibly something new to your taste.

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Mas is the other side---those long running overblooming bits of right-brained kudzu that come out of my lobes at 12.30am.

Or Masa: basic stuff of everyday life, ground and reground until it breaks down into nothing but a huge lump of mush. Often bland at this point--but occasionally wrapped around something savory.

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Edit: And damned if the above doesn't read like a Lynn Patterson Sunday strip.
Meh. It stays. Miso and Masa.