Man, I wish I had a credential for the auto show. I wish I’d seen this up close and personal:
Somewhere in the middle of that herd is the 2009 Dodge Ram pickup. Although the stunt was a hoot, the Freep said the press had a hard time concentrating on the truck. As the press conference commenced, the milling herd found its own fun “mounting each other.” Flickr photog Vigo74 has a nice set here.
I’m glad NAIAS is going on this week, because the primary, just a day away, isn’t doing much to hold anyone’s attention, or even catch it. The GOP is said to be in a tight three-way race, with McCain perhaps holding a margin-of-error edge over Huck and Mitt. Michigan is supposed to be Romney’s walkaway, but as more than one Michigander has noted, all the people who remember George Romney fondly are now registered voters in Arizona and Florida. Slate’s Daniel Gross points out that Romney 2.0, besides being an expat, also represents everything a contemporary Mitten Stater should despise — a free-trading, private equity-lovin’, Muslim-hatin’ empty suit in a state that’s been badly bruised by the first two and currently holds the nation’s largest concentration of assimilated Muslims who don’t like being lumped in with Osama bin Laden. He’s also not only Romney 2.0, he’s a carbon copy of Dick DeVos, a rich-kid son of privilege (Amway) who tried to sell the same message to Michigan last year and got his head handed to him.
We’ll see. Maybe the Democratic vote-for-the-worst crossover will amount to something. I said last week that I’m a crossover voter of long standing; in Indiana, the only way to feel not totally irrelevant in many contests was to vote in the Republican primary, and I did so, many times. Some people think this is wrong, but I never lost a moment’s sleep over it, as I know in my heart that if the tables were turned, those folks would do it to the Democrats in a nanosecond. No prisoners, not this time.
So how was everybody’s weekend? Mine was eventful. I started a class in video editing at the Detroit Film Center. Of eight people in the class, five are journalists looking to update their skills; here’s guessing our group project will turn out to be a documentary of some sort. We watched some student shorts to get ideas, two of which were portraits of crazy people. There’s a time in your life when the ravings of people off their meds are interesting, but that’s in my personal rear-view mirror. I guess making short films about people who claim to get sustenance from drinking their own urine beats burning them at the stake or making them saints, however.
Friends, I have a week of furious work, with houseguests in the middle. Expect short shrift, but expect something. I’m still showing up this week, but you may have to carry the conversation.