Some nice Memorial Day photo essays here and here. Click or be shunned. Which, why risk that, right?

Ingredients: 6 oz. good-quality tomato juice 2 oz. Absolut Peppar vodka 1 oz. beef stock 1/2 oz. clam juice 1/4 oz. Worcestershire sauce 1/4 oz. freshly squeezed lemon juice 1/2 tsp grated horseradish 1/2 tsp Tabasco sauce 1/4 tsp celery seed (ground) 1/4 tsp cracked black pepper 1/4 tsp Old Bay seasoning Directions: Combine all ingredients and shake for 1 minute. Serve over ice. Garnish with a lime wedge, a

What? Current favorite classic rock band / interrogative / owl noise: who

Lincoln: “Four score and screw him.”

Overheard at Applebee’s, lunchtime, June 1, cont. Young woman wearing black beret: “Ugh. Pourquoi je mange ici? Et pourquoi le am j’a servi la nourriture par un paysan avec a pimpled le visage…? Just a salad, no dressing, then. And a glass of Chardonay.” Waiter: “Kendall Jackson okay…?” Young woman wearing black beret: “Fine, yes.” Waiter: “Great, I’ll bring your wine right away. Oh, and compar

I’m withholding comment on the Chalabi story for the time being. But OTB has a nice roundup here

…Let’s see O’Reilly bring the hammer to you like that, honey…*

Is it just me, or does this opening from Josh Marshall’s Atlantic Monthly piece tell you everything you need to know about the kind of boutique liberalism practiced by Dockers-and-appletini Beltway bohemians: In early February I sat in a Starbucks in downtown Washington with Dan Feldman, who is helping to organize Senator John Kerry’s foreign-policy team. We discussed Kerry’s vision of America’s role in the world, and the people who

Attention ink jet users: Another worthy project for the SoA cause.

“…Wait, I think I might have a coupon for the Mexican woman…”