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Post-Election Pontificating
Now that Obama is President-Elect -- how did we get to this point, and what's next? Ana Marie Cox of Swampland talks about last night's outcome, and we'll also check in with some surprising results from swing states. Then, a look back at some of the funniest, most outrageous moments of the long election season.

Me on On the Media
The bad news for traditional media is seemingly unending. From The Christian Science Monitor to TIME Inc. to ABC News to Radar magazine. In fact, when Radar folded last week, reporter Ana Marie Cox found herself with credentials to cover the McCain campaign, but no funding. Instead of giving up her seat on the press bus, she went all public radio on the problem and launched a pledge drive. From a Palin press van, Cox says the pledges poured forth.

And One of Them Also Gets Shot in the End
One of the physical laws of politics is that if your campaign wins, you’re a genius. If you lose, you’re an idiot. I know and have worked with Obama’s lead adviser David Axelrod, and he’s as smart as anyone I’ve worked with in politics and deserves a lot of credit for a well-run campaign. But I know he’d be the first to admit that he just had the good judgment to saddle up on Secretariat. I also know and have worked with McCain’s guru Steve Schmidt, who is also one of the most talented players in the game. He just saddled up on Seabiscuit. But he’s running against Secretariat. And only one great horse gets to win.

I Prefer the Term "Crazypants"
Something about science fiction remains grubby and unappetizing to the mainstream. Maybe that's because it's the one branch of science that rarely makes money, and never results in a lucrative patent. Or maybe that's because it's associated with troops of socially awkward people who would rather play war games than actually go to war. Whatever the cause, we know the result. If you want to make pop science fiction, you'd better call it something else.

More Often Than You'd Think
So caught up was I in my assigned role as ingénue that I was perfectly willing to entertain the possibility that another book on the same subject had come out simultaneously and I'd somehow missed it. He was already telling me about the very important book -- with that smug look I know so well in a man holding forth, eyes fixed on the fuzzy far horizon of his own authority...I should have known when Sallie interrupted him to say, "That's her book." Or tried to interrupt him anyway. But he just continued on his way. She had to say, "That's her book" three or four times before he finally took it in. And then, as if in a nineteenth-century novel, he went ashen.

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