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Thursday, Aug. 28, 2008 - 5:07 a.m.

Well, Hillary Clinton managed to spoil my fun yesterday, but in a good way for a change.

Instead of letting us enjoy having all of the delegates announce their numbers, one state at a time, Senator Clinton moved from the convention floor to suspend the roll call of the states and formalize her former rival's nomination by acclamation.

I have never seen it done in my lifetime, but I haven't seen every minutes of every convention since I became a voter, either -- but it was still somehow kind of jarring to just hurry things along.

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Today, the world of baseball introduces none other than that perennial favorite, instant replay.

If they'd mechanize the ball and the baselines to show exactly where it is thrown or hit, we wouldn't need instant replay.

This seems a lot more Rube Goldbergian than it needs to be.

I suppose we'll see how it works out.

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Also, today, there are what I consider to be two major events on my radar.

First, the Democratic National Convention featuring a speech by Barack Obama.

Second, the final sentencing of Bernie Ward.

I'm divided as to which one I will enjoy more.

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And finally -- a sad passing of some note -- One of my heroes is gone.

Del Martin, 87, was a lesbian rights activist and a fixture here in San Francisco for over half a century.

Earlier this year, on June 16th, she married her soulmate, Phyllis Lyon, whom she had been with for fifty-five years.

Thanks for everything, Del. xoxoxo

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That's it for today. Have a good Thursday.

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