Apologies for the shitty blogging of the last week. Got back from Amsterdam, moved houses, wrote next month's cover and a secondary piece on European energy policies, and now I'm sick. Happily, my pieces are done (well, 200 words from done on the European one), my move is finished, and I expect to get better at some point in the future, so I'll be back in full force come Monday. Thank God for my weekenders, yo.
On another note, Paul Krugman and Robin Wells, writing in The New York Review of Books, have about the most comprehensive review of the state of America's health care system I've read. If you're at all interested in the topic, or think you someday could be, read it. The most important part, of course, is that it name checks me, thus quasi-fulfilling my dream of writing for The New York Review of Books. While we're on health care, I have two posts over Tapped today that hit the issue pretty hard, and I think both are good. The first is on how deep, and wide-reaching, the psychic trauma of ClintonCare's failure was. If you ever wonder why Democrats seem so muddled on the subject, give it a read. The second is a response to Garance's post on health care's impotence as a political issue and it explains why now is the time for health wonks to cuddle. Seriously (and by seriously, I mean metaphorically).
