When I was a kid, visiting my cousin meant I got to do two things: sleep on the top bunk and page through his epic comic-card collection. I may have learned about dating from Archie Comics' Betty and Veronica, but the superheroines of Marvel and DC Comics were much more exciting. I coveted Rogue's kinetically charged boyfriend, Jean Grey's red mane, and Wonder Woman's strength, even squeezed down to trading-card size. It was perfect training for a future superhero-movie consumer.
I doubt Joe Lieberman will be McCain's VP pick, though the tsuris surrounding his flirtation with the Republican Party won't go anywhere anytime soon. But I just got an announcement in my in-box that Hadassah Lieberman will be headlining a Republican Jewish Coalition National Women's Committee lunch, fashion show, and silent auction to benefit Susan G. Komen for the Cure at the Neiman Marcus in Minneapolis on Labor Day. I'm all for raising money to fight cancer, but doing it at a very high-end retailer on a day devoted to celebrating the value of work at a time when the economy is a huge issue seems like sort of poor messaging.
So as ya'll might have guessed, I'm just the slightest bit excited about the Olympics. But while I've been jumping up and down on my couch cheering on Michael Phelps and Natalie Coughlin and losing sleep over Nastia Liukin and Shawn Johnson, who proved last night that age and maturity add a LOT to an individual performance in women's gymnastics, I've also enjoyed watching what I think is a quiet coming out party for the New York Times multimedia folks.