"Happy Birthday, Mr. President. . ."
Is Scarlett Johansson Barack Obama‘s Marilyn Monroe? Our sources (basically MSNBC) tell us that ScarJo has a pen pal relationship with Barry, for whom she’s been fervently campaigning. If I was Mrs. O, I’d be concerned. Michelle looks great in a purple dress, but remember: the Kennedy boys couldn’t resist the voluptuous lure of Norma Jean. And Barack is, despite my intimations otherwise, just a man.
At the very least, Scarlett can sing "Happy Birthday" to Obama. As evidenced by her recent album of Tom Waits covers, she shares Marylin’s breathy baritone (but hopefully not her pharmaceutical habit).
Back to reality. Yesterday was a true ordeal. Three-plus hours on the tarmac, a six-hour
flight, 45 minute drive from Oakland to San Jose, and then. . . the
hotel somehow didn’t have the reservations that were booked (and
confirmed) online two weeks ago. So, at around 4AM our time, we were
engaged in a delightful back-and-forth with a not-terribly helpful
concierge. Upon finally securing our room, I had an Amstel Light, and
promptly passed out.
Now we’re kicking around, doing some work and gearing up for the Media Access Project panel on net neutrality. (Actually, Brooke is — I’m in support mode.)
Gonna check out a vintage guitar shop today. More later. . .