“Full Disclosure”

I’m an adviser to John McCain’s campaign. 1
Siri calls me “Funk Deity.” 2
Aside from lessons in pole dancing—another fad workout sweeping Southern California—this may be the least macho exercise of all time. 3
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I’m an adviser to John McCain’s campaign. 1
Siri calls me “Funk Deity.” 2
Aside from lessons in pole dancing—another fad workout sweeping Southern California—this may be the least macho exercise of all time. 3
Read the rest here.

Twitter greeted last week’s “Law & Order: SVU” with mostly unbridled glee. “#SVU with the victim from New Canaan… REPRESENT!!” cheered @TotesMagotesMG3. “Law+order Svu episode about new Canaan kids yoloing and havin to go to rikers for pullin down their friends shirt made my night,” confessed @BernbabyBern268. “Damn these rich little high school students from New Canaan CT are going to Rykers,” observed @EyezWydeShut. Alas, sighed @bginns: “Not a good night for New Canaan.”
New Canaan is my hometown. It’s where I went to high school, worked on the school paper with Merrill Garbus and ran cross country, terribly, until I realized girls were an insufficient reason to run cross country. I sat behind Katie Heigl in Geometry. She was lovely; I took a pass/fail.
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It takes you into another world, oftentimes, as well.
I mean, Canseco. That’s the greatest Twitter feed in the history of man. I don’t know if he’s conscious, but it’s brilliant performance art. It’s brilliant, every tweet. And this guy in outer space; It’s the greatest thing in the world! To be honest, I used to always procrastinate when I write. I mean, I love writing but I hate it. So when I get a few hours away I need to distract myself. And there’s nothing better than that. I’m getting a tweet from a dude in outer space. And he’s sending some clips and explaining some strange physical force. I saw the other day, he’s making a sandwich.
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“What I’m about to say is a little self-serving, but I thought, ‘They’re rewriting A Face in the Crowd” (Mr. Schulberg’s 1957 film about a hobo who becomes a TV star and is, inevitably, corrupted by power). “Schwarzenegger knows nothing about state governance, and he’s an instant favorite. Why? Because he delivers that line so well” — and here Mr. Schulberg, with his gravelly, staccato voice, assumed an unfortunate, tepid Spanish accent — ”Hasta la vista, baby! He’s perfect for this moment in time. Schwarzenegger is it.”