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A Case for the Media's Obsession with Donuts

Dear Members and Constituents,
I've been keeping myself fairly insulated from world events over the past few weeks. Avoiding news media and their sensationalism has been refreshing, however, when I heard Sarah Palin had apparently given a rousing speech on Wednesday, I thought I'd find out who this Sarah Palin was and what else I've been missing-out on. What I found increased my appetite (literally, more than figuratively). Maybe it's the fact that today is Friday and I have only one thing on my mind. Maybe, just maybe, the news are peppered with subliminal donut messages. Here are a few that struck me:
  • Chrome: Google's new browser with a comic book instruction manual. Don't tell me the application's colorful icon does not remind you of a donut.
  • Cosmic Ghost: A Dutch grade school teacher discovered an unknown cosmic object -- probably a cloud of hot gas punctured by a central hole 16,000 light years across and illuminated by the "dying embers" of a nearby quasar. Now that's one big donut hole!
  • Hanna: Satellite pictures of the tropical storm remind me of... yes, you guessed it.
  • Putin: Shooting at a rare Ussuri tiger [with a tranquilizer gun] to put a [donut-shaped] radio collar on it.
  • 0-0: The score for the second half of last night's Giants - Red Skins game. Two donuts would have been far more rewarding.

Speaking of mass media, for those of you near a TV this coming Wednesday morning, here's a tip from Mack Greene: check out The Travel Channel at 9am. One hour of non-stop donuts... now if only we had a way of transmitting smells and flavors. Fortunately, donuts have arrived and all you need to get the full donut experience is come to my desk, where David Panzer has gently set four dozen sweet LaMar's treats.
Happy Friday!

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