2. Mom isn't making any progress, either, which is depressing. She's not getting any worse, though.
3. I'm too nervous about the debate tonight to be able to talk rationally about it. My brother, who's down in North Carolina working on the campaign, is also nervous, but has seen Kerry debate in person and knows he's a pretty formidable force. So hopefully it won't end up a disaster. Kerry's speech at the DNC might have been a homerun, but he needs to hit 3 grand slams tonight if he's going to make any impression on America's undecided voters. Speaking of which, if you've been living in America for the past 4 years and you're still undecided, you are a fucking idiot.
4. I can't get "Child is the Father of Man" out of my head. Here's the thing about me and the Beach Boys: I didn't hear "Pet Sounds" until a few years ago, and even then I respected its genius without necessarily getting personally moved by it. Maybe because I'm a Beatles snob. Maybe I'm just heartless. In any event, I've grown to like "Pet Sounds" a great deal. However, "SMiLE" is blowing my mind. It's absolutely stunning.
5. Yankees magic number is 1. If everything stays as is, I feel pretty comfortable going up against the Twins in the first round. But to be perfectly honest, I don't like our chances beyond that; if El Duque's "tired arm" doesn't wake up soon, I highly doubt that Moose and Lieber will be enough.