In between a regulatory rock and a hard place.
Theethinks I protest too much? Maybe hast a point.
As promised, a somewhat more substantive post about my wedding.
And the final exam, too.
In which Mark says so long, and thanks for all the fish.
Burt Likko took a sabbatical from public affairs for two months. What did he learn?
It’s a thankless duty, but thanks are appreciated anyway.
Sometimes, the unexpected happens.
For forty days and forty nights Burt Likko has labored to safeguard his own ignorance of all things superficially political and inconsequential, and focus instead on meaning and happiness. Can he do it for three more weeks?
Oh, it has an allure like unto pornography or narcotics. Eschew! Eschew!
So, how’s that avoid-the-political-BS-machine thing going, Burt?
Burt Likko undertakes to sample the life of an idiot.