quasify

I had a long-ago rowing coach who said celebrations of any win had to stop at twenty-four hours. After that, our (obvious) greatness was not to be mentioned again. We’re getting close to the end of that window, when the euphoria stops and the hard work of governance starts. But until tonight, here’s something from KKV. She (who never ceased to amuse me by adopting the surrogate middle name Hussein some months ago) was down at Grant Park last night. Be forewarned – there is a non-trivial amount of whooping and a will.i.am overdub (but thankfully no holograms).