Posts in: West Wing



The Magical Powers of a New Shirt

(I posted something about The West Wing a few days ago. (Oh, it was two weeks ago? Okay.) I trimmed a lot from the original draft because it felt too tangential. Well, here’s that tangent.) The Magical Powers of a New Shirt: on The West Wing, language, and violence 1: To Believe in Nothing and Dare All I’m standing in line during the commute rush. Across the coffeeshop, I think I spot two former co-workers.

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Six Zoom Meetings Before Lunch

on self-care, timelessness, and boundaries I watched a few episodes of The West Wing a couple of days ago. (Oh, it was two weeks ago? Okay.) I joked that I was playing a West Wing drinking game. I would drink whenever: Josh has his backpack over one shoulder any reference to a musical “Just saying” “Jackass” Walk and Talk Donna asks Josh to explain something someone repeats verbatim what someone else just said And I would take a double drink for:

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Tonight’s West Wing drinking game. I drink:

  • whenever Josh has his backpack over one shoulder
  • any reference to a musical
  • “Just saying”
  • “Jackass”
  • Walk and Talk
  • Donna asks Josh to explain something
  • someone repeats verbatim what someone else just said

Sports Night debuted 20 years ago yesterday. Ladies and gentlemen, Thespis has left the building.

On a related note, The West Wing debuted nineteen years ago yesterday. What kind of day has it been?


“This guy’s walking down the street when he falls in a hole.”

The news of John Spencer’s death makes me very sad. Ever since Bartlet walked out of the Oval, having signed over his presidential powers to the Speaker of the House, I have hardly watched the show because, to quote Sam, “they forgot to bring the funny.” But for a few years there, that show was deeply important to me, out of all proportion for a television show. It was important to me the way the Daodejing is important to me, or Gravity’s Rainbow.

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What’s Next?

As some of my faithful readers may know, I am a bit of a West Wing fan. I have strong opinions about Leo’s behavior in Manchester; I have pondered long and hard whether CJ and Toby have a “thing;” I know where Mandyville is, and who’s there – and who should be there; I’ve taken the quiz. (I’m Toby, of course. The Wife, however, insists I’m Sam, since there’s apparently something kinda freakish about me.

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Private Symbols

Watching the West Wing episode that we taped last night. Bartlet lays out the veto materials on the desk as Toby and Doug look on. When he also pulls out a pen from his pocket, we know from an earlier scene that this pen has significance for him in regards to Mrs Landingham. What I found interesting, and I continue to find interesting, is that such a significant proportion of Art is the meditation on private symbols and how they can become public symbols.

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