I‘ve just come back with some video and other material from MLK Day activities, and before I start processing it, I realize I haven’t posted this bit from the inaugural barbecue last Wednesday night. I won’t offer much in the way of setup beyond what I said on YouTube:
The crowd
was thin and it was hard to talk, but those who showed did their best
to enjoy themselves at the barbecue celebrating Gov. Mark Sanford’s
second inauguration, Jan. 10, 2007.
Oh, I will say this — sorry about the shaky, inaccurate camera work. I now realize that my shoot-from-the-hip style I use in meetings works a lot better in our board room, with a table to steady the camera. Trying to hold it low and be unobtrusive while walking around talking to folks at a barbecue doesn’t work as well. Another lesson learned.
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I think you just layed a “brick” with this one. But since it’s your first try at this I’ll cut you some slack. The crowd did seem awfully thin. Maybe everyone was home watching CSI re-runs.
Bud, I agree, the Lawrence Welk crowd was not there with Brad. At least I didnt see any bubbles in the video.
Well, I’m so late posting this that it’s easy to forget, but the president’s address on the “surge” was that night. A lot of people were leaving as I arrived just after 8.
Yeah, I know the video’s bad. I’m debating whether to post stuff from this morning at the MLK breakfast featuring Joe Biden, Chris Dodd and Jim Clyburn. There’s some decent stuff, but the lighting was really low. I was trying to overexpose to allow for that, but it still didn’t quite work. I’ll post something, though.
Reminds me a lot of Bergman’s “Scenes from a Marriage”.Eerily depressing.It does give proof to my partisan theory,though.Republicans can’t dance!
Maybe it’s just my circle of friends but I can’t find one person who saw the president’s surge speech. I think everyone has already made up their minds one way or the other.
Yeh, everyone rushed home to watch Incurious George.
This is so ludicrous that it could go in the dictionary next to lame excuses, Brad.