Spotted

I was wrong. Matt Yglesias still hangs out in Tryst. He saw my last post, sent me an email to figure out where I was in the room, and we just had a nice chat. Apologies to Matt, but I too was surprised at how tall he is. He was very friendly and as brilliant as expected. Everything in person that makes him one of my very few daily reads online. And he was not too hard on me for working at one of the evil D.C. law firms for the summer. I suppose my four year committment to the Army gives me a touch of insulation against charges of being an instrument of pure evil.

We talked Iraq and North Korea, and are apparently in agreement that somehow the world seems to be falling apart without anyone really taking notice. I guess even willful ignorance is bliss.