Filmmaker Errol Morris interviews the people in the middle who believe Barack Obama is the best choice for President.

Palin already gives up on this campaign and talks openly about her next move for 2012. McCain aide is speechless and McCain is screwed. Poor old guy who has worked so hard to get to this point and lose it all by a beauty queen. It’s a damn shame.

I have to give credit where the credit is due. Shep Smith calls out Joe The Plumber for saying a vote for Obama would mean “death to Israel.”

Remember Obama said he has the last punch? Here’s one:

Lately he’s called me a socialist for wanting to roll back the bush tax cuts for the wealthiest Americans so we can give some tax relief to the middle class. I don’t know what’s next. By next week he’ll be calling me a secret communist because I shared my toys in kindergarten. I shared my peanut butter and jelly sandwich.

At 82, B.B. King proves that the bluesman still got the blues. On his latest release, One Kind Favor, Mr. King sings as if he’s drowning in sorrow and what keeps him afloat is the raucous shout in his voice. With a killer band behind him and his own stinging guitar, Mr. King touches the bottom of your soul track after track, including “Get the Blues Off Me,” “I Get So Weary” and “My Love is Down.”

Web design duoh, Veerle Pieters and Geert Leyseele, launched their new lovely business site.

A heartfelt clip from a man who gets to meet Obama.

A few readers have pointed me to an eighty-two-year-old political blogger, Helen Philpot, and haven’t have a moment to read it until now. She has some good points:

I started out in this election supporting Hillary Clinton because I believed our country needed a women’s point of view in the Oval Office. I truly believe that women approach education, war, healthcare, the environment, poverty, etc. differently. Of course then I met Sarah Palin and realized that some women are just bitches who only want to change their wardrobe and your religious freedoms.

It’s not a surprise that Ngoc Khue chooses to sing songs that are connected to her upbringing. It’s a surprise that she delivers them in such a restraint, stilted manner. Listen to her third album with a strange title, 365.hahoi.nk, which reads like a web address, one couldn’t picture how the beautiful, calm Ha Noi could turn Ngoc Khue into an eccentric sorcerer.

Gone are playful phrasings and wizard of flows that distinguish Ngoc Khue from the rest of the pop bubble. Ngoc Khue minus the wildness is simply boring. The closest cut that carries a bit of her idiosyncratic touches is Nguyen Vinh Tien’s “Ha Noi.” She alters her flow and soars like a songbird flying through Ho Tay. The blues solo piano on the break adds a fresh gleam to the tune. Ngoc Khue should have recorded his second album, Ngoi Tren Vach Nang, as well. Hoang Phuc Thang’s “Ha Noi Dem Mua Dong” has a nice blues-jazz groove, but she sounds retread. On Phu Quang and Quoc Chuong’s “Lang Dang Chieu Dong Ha Noi,” she suffers badly through the low notes. Her breathings are heavy and she sounds tired.

365.hahoi.nk is a well-crafted concept; however, Ngoc Khue is not the right choice for the songs. Hong Nhung would have a perfect singer to deliver these slow, picturesque ballads. These tunes don’t allow Ngoc Khue to push her vocals. Even Phan Cuong and Le Minh Son didn’t help release the creative beast in her.

Andy, a junior high school soccer buddy of mine, is a jazz musician. I once asked him something about his future and his answer was “to become a jazz musician.” I had no idea what jazz was at that age and I had no clue what I wanted to do with my life at that point, but he had already decided on his dream job. It looks like he has indeed followed his dream.