I’m on a winning streak, and when I’m really happy, I go for classic Celia.  This video of a live performance of Quimbara is terrific, fantastic.  Just sublime.

Why am I happy?

Funny you should ask! 

I just chatted with Glenn Greenwald and he’s going to set up some time to talk on an upcoming conference call with our Roots Project volunteers ("Common People for the Common Good").  I’ve also just talked with a bunch of people from Drinking Liberally who are really excited about collaborating with us on the development of our Roots Project network.  This is all happening at an impromptu, informal gathering of netroots people that includes Atrios, Jane, Jennifer Nix, Matt Stoller, Chris Bowers, Ian Walsh, Matt Singer, Mike Stark, Matt O., Bob Geiger, Sterling Newberry, Simon Rosenberg, Tom Tomorrow and a whole bunch more people from other sites and progressive activist organizations whose names I have not yet memorized.  For me, this is the ultimate little gathering for movement development, and the stuff some of us are cooking up is far, far bigger than anything I can describe in a Late Nite post. And someone brought rum.


So, am I happy?  You’re damn right I am.  I’m so happy, I can’t express in words how happy I am.  So I had to let Celia bust out what I feel tonight.  Enjoy! 



Pachacutec did not, as is commonly believed, die in 1471. To escape the tragic sight of his successors screwing up the Inca Empire he’d built, he fled east into the Amazon rain forest, where he began chewing lots of funky roots to get higher than Hunter Thompson ever dared. Oddly, these roots gave him not only a killer buzz, but also prolonged his life beyond what any other mortal has known, excluding Novakula. Whatever his doubts of the utility of living long enough to see old friends pop up in museums as mummies, or witness the bizarrely compelling spectacle of Katherine Harris, he’s learned a thing or two along the way. For one thing, he’s learned the importance of not letting morons run a country, having watched the Inca Empire suffer many civil wars requiring the eventual ruler to gain support from the priests and the national military. He now works during fleeting sober moments to build a vibrant progressive movement sufficiently strong and sustainable to drive a pointed stake through the heart of American “conservatism” forever. He enjoys a gay marriage, classic jazz and roots for the New York Mets.