In which we flip our way through Google Fast Flip, having been flippant at a midday speech. (Well, not flippant for the whole half-hour. But it makes for good metadata.)
In which a morning's worth of NYT dispatches has me looking back to Belshazzar. The line for serving audiences better will be forming at the right; no shoving, please.
Mene, Mene, Tekel, and Parsin
In which we publish the obligatory item on the Associated Press and an unnamed conspirator or two.