i was down at ma's in virginia, reading the new yorker (which i, um, normally wouldn't do). a whole ecstatic issue on obama. i guess the piece that finally put me off my feed was about the astounding resonant poetry of the victory speech. the dude actually waxed orgasmic over the amazing repetition of the amazing phrase "yes we can." the sheer quiet power of it. try this, in quiet, rhythmic repetition: "fuck off." this has spondaic strength, though it carries the extreme drawback of meaning something. but ok. have your moment. only please, don't lose all edge or all sense of what the press is for in a democracy.