That’s kind of beautiful; anyway, not bad for a governor. (Mark Sanford’s full email here.)

UPDATE: This is good too. The New Republic flagged it:

Got back an hour ago to civilization and am now in Columbia after what was for me a glorious break from reality down at the farm. … this morning woke at 4:30, I guess since my body knew it was the last day, and I went out and ran the excavator with lights until the sun came up. To me, and I suspect no one else on earth, there is something wonderful about listening to country music playing in the cab, air conditioner running, the hum of a huge diesel engine in the back ground, the tranquillity that comes with being in a virtual wilderness of trees and marsh, the day breaking and vibrant pink coming alive in the morning clouds …

Maybe he flamed out because he was tired of being a politician. Can’t say I blame him.

UPDATE 2: Keith Olbermann is being snotty about the emails. Well, that’s his problem. Did he ever deny that “For this relief much thanks” story?

This just in: The New Yorker says there’s a book called Confessions of a Slacker Mom by a person called Muffy Mead-Ferro. Nothing to do with anything, just kind of awful and crazy. Muffy Mead-Ferro. She also wrote Confessions of a Slacker Wife! Good-looking, though.

UPDATE 3: “Yes, but I’ve had to work extremely hard to find my way back to my humanity.” Man, what a clunker, and that’s in the second minute. I don’t think I’m going to like TrueBlood.

Black-woman character: “Ummm. You smell nasty and nice, all at the same time.”

UPDATE 4: “Don’t you try to flirt with me! They told me to pay special attention to the fact there’s a drag queen in the basement.” I think I misheard that one.

UPDATE 5: “What the hell you think you doin’, snappin’ the American flag in two like some kind of Muslim Buffy with a dick?” Much to respect there, though the line is a bit context dependent.

UPDATE 6: My confession. I pronounce Buenos Aires “Bway-nos Ah-eer-aze.”
Very much in the undergraduate would-be world-traveler style.