The New York Times (I should have bought the paper version; I tire of reading these things online) has an interview with Trent Lott today, and he remains a pretty curious character. The semi-pro-gay-adoption stuff is nice:

How do you feel about gay men adopting and raising children?

It's so important that children have parents or family that love them. There are a lot of adopted children who have loving parents, and it comes in different ways with different people in different states.

We can't kill everyone who hates America!

We can kill a lot of them, particularly when they try to kill us.

Amber Taylor asks:

By the way, does anyone know of a decent Tex-Mex place in DC? The cantina on 17th is mediocre in all ways and Lauriol Plaza is a bit expensive for what you get.

How can I get good Mexican food around here? That is perhaps the most common query I receive. The answer: you can’t. That being said, here are some options.... [Note: abridged by me-- Will.]

Los Amigos, 1905 Mount Vernon Ave., Alexandria, 549-7008. Opens for dinner at 6:00.

One of the first Tex-Mex places in this area, but still probably one of the best (of a weak lot admittedly). Not as popular as it once, but I have noticed no decline in the quality. The Chile Rellenos are pretty good, as are many of the other dishes.

Mixtec, 1792 Columbia Rd., NW, 202-332-1011.

An old Washington standby, but still reliable. Fairly genuine Mexican food in crowded surroundings. At least yummy. Nor is it evil, unlike Lauriol Plaza.

Taqueria Poblano, 2400-B, Mount Vernon Ave., closed Tuesdays. Plus a new branch at 2503A N. Harrison St., Arlington, 703-237-8250, right off of Rt.29 by the Harris Teeter, this branch open every day but closed 3-5 weekdays.

Taquerias have some of the best Mexican food in Houston, parts of L.A., or the southwestern side of Chicago. But in our area, no, at least not until now. Taquerias are small Mexican snacks, sometimes just small tacos, but can be all sorts of things. Very yummy, and it makes ordering fun since you can try many things. This place is not as good as its competitors in say, Houston, but it is much better than I had expected. A treat, the first of its kind in this area, and I hope the harbinger of more. Fun décor, too, a lively place to go.

Chipotle, numerous area locations.

OK, let’s get the bad news out of the way up front. This is a chain. Even worse, it is a chain owned by McDonald’s corporation, the fount of culinary evil. That being said, it is excellent. Fresh and relatively authentic Mexican food, you tell them how to put together your meal. The salsa is even genuinely spicy. Not much choice, but you don’t need it. I’d rather eat here than almost any other Mexican place on this list. Sit back, and be prepared for it to take over the world. Or not.

With thanks to Amber Taylor and the commenters on this thread, I will continue the theme of past Sunday-song-lyrics, which has included a focus on the old tunes of Ella and Louis. Like almost all of Cole Porter's stuff it's clever, and no longer than it needs to be:

All of You:

I love the looks of you,
the lure of you
The sweet of you,
and the pure of you
The eyes, the arms,
the mouth of you
The east, west, north, and
the south of you
I'd love to gain complete control of you
Handle even the heart and soul of you
So love at least a small percent of me do
'Cause I love all of you

Really, morning -- but only because I can't get to sleep and this, apparently, is what I do when this happens (weird, no?). Lifted from here:

The Fiddler of Dooney
W.B. Yeats

WHEN I play on my fiddle in Dooney,
Folk dance like a wave of the sea;
My cousin is priest in Kilvarnet,
My brother in Moharabuiee.

I passed my brother and cousin:
They read in their books of prayer;
I read in my book of songs
I bought at the Sligo fair.

When we come at the end of time,
To Peter sitting in state,
He will smile on the three old spirits,
But call me first through the gate;

For the good are always the merry,
Save by an evil chance,
And the merry love the fiddle
And the merry love to dance:

And when the folk there spy me,
They will all come up to me,
With ‘Here is the fiddler of Dooney!’
And dance like a wave of the sea.

I guess I should feel a little bad for wagering (honestly, it was more like a trade -- although initially there was some doubt as to Will's abilities, I've since convinced myself that he's probably more than able. Anyhow, I've got to figure out where to get reasonably priced orchids and monoecious ferns in Boston. Any advice/help will be much appreciated, not to mention will probably recieve some sort of potential commercial endorsement on the blogosphere/law-blogosphere -- for whatever that may or may not be worth...certainly I am not one to judge) that Will not be able to stay away from checking e-mail, blogging, etc. for 24 hours. Least, of course, because of all the marvelous methods, so tortuous they are not mentioned here, of making this A Very Difficult 24 Hours that went unused -- at least by me. No, no, I mostly feel guilty because I haven't posted anything to make up for the vacuous hyper-text-silence that has ensued.

But even then, I don't really feel guilty, because I myself have been taking copious amounts of time off from the proverbial madding crowd to join arguably less-madding ones, namely the one that re-reads Harry Potter, mulls pears, roasts chickens, and was at Ravinia tonight -- a bright "word-up" to any of my Le-Nozze-di-Figaro homies.

...and perhaps even less guilty because, as I gather from his last post, Will himself seems to have taken up the right and honorable art of kite flying at least for the day -- an activity not only suggested to me (and I'm sure Will also) much more than I'd like to admit, but one in which I have actively participated (yea, instigated) on significantly more than one occasion.

So, in my mind at least, it seems to have worked out for the best....although, to be quite honest, my mind rarely reflects anything remotely related to reality. If this is indeed the case, my solemn apologies, and certainly blame me if you were expecting any major communique with Willl.

And indeed, Will, I can only hope your day unplugged (and without wireless) was even more relaxing and enjoyable than those which are.