I Am Not Deep Throat

I just want to be clear that, though Garance at my future place of employment blogged about the Edwards dinner from the other night, I was not her source for it. It's worth saying publicly because I thought the dinner was off the record. When I argued that case to Garance and the attendee who was filling her in on the events (a conversation that happened to be taking place while I was in the Prospect office for other reasons), I was told that the dinner's existence was on the record, just not the content.

Sigh. I clearly have much to learn about the ways of Washington. Anyway, the Edwards are very nice folks, and it's about as weird as you probably imagine to have John Edwards answer the door for you. But I still think the dinner was an informal, off-the-record kinda thing -- in spirit if not in writing -- so that's the last you'll hear from me on it. I also had meals with Elana Berkowitz, Sam Rosenfeld, Jeff Dubner, Matt Yglesias, Mike Tomasky, and a guy who started talking to me while I was eating a bagel on a bench in Dupont. All were excellent company (especially bench guy). So there's my full disclosure.

Update: In response to some e-mails I've been getting, this post on the virtues of John Edwards was written by Neil, not me. I was 33,000 feet in the air when it appeared.

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