Slow Days, Part III
There’s no point excerpting the oft-brilliant Overheard in New York, so I’ll just quote it in its entirety:
Black guy: Where you from?
Tourist: Maryland.
Black guy: Cool. I’ve seen *The Wire*. I know how you guys get down.
There’s no point excerpting the oft-brilliant Overheard in New York, so I’ll just quote it in its entirety:
Black guy: Where you from?
Tourist: Maryland.
Black guy: Cool. I’ve seen *The Wire*. I know how you guys get down.
Next up, it turns out that the Dayton Accords have gone missing in Serbia. The Croatian weekly Nacional is dripping with condescension as it reports:
“The Dayton Accords never appeared in the Foreign Ministry. The Ministry is where all international treaties are stored for safekeeping, we have treaties reaching back to the Kingdom of Serbia, but this document is not here,” [the Serbian daily] *Politika* was told by the Ministry. But Vlado Nadeždin, chief of office at the time of the signing of the treaty claims to have personally delivered the document to the Ministry.
This follows on the heels of the news that the Bosnian government can’t find its copy of the Accords either.
No worries, says Former Serbian Foreign Minister Goran Svilanović. There’s a copy in the archives, and as a last resort, we can always call Paris where another original is stored.
The Croatian government, as of yet, has not lost its signed copy.
I’ve been busy/tired/unenthused the past few days, and with every passing day I find it more and more difficult to get back in the routine of writing daily. So instead of trying to come up with some monumental pith to break the logjam, here’s some lite fare.
First up from my buddy Jake, the best NYTimes correction ever, screen captured as I’m sure the link will be updated soon enough:

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