I can't picture Eliot Spitzer as a slacker or a hoodlum, but that's basically how he not only describes his student years at Harvard, but it's how he says some of his teachers described him as well.

It was an interesting moment given that, once you hear the punchline, it makes the reason for the story a bit lopsided. He was thanking the people in the room for coming to the meeting. As he was going to proceed with his speech he said something to the effect that, unless you were the kind of teenager he was on a beautiful day like that you wouldn't have shown up --and still be successful.

Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.

Much to ponder on an otherwise funny anecdote.
----*---->

Certain mainstream media writers remarked how odd it was for Spitzer to turn a reference of a potentially derogatory spoof into a speech about the future of New York.

I did too. The Producers is the 11th funniest movie in the American Film Institute's 100 Funniest Films of All Time. I mean, how can you take on images of a Ziegfiled's Follies swastika and a gayalicious Roger Debris Hitler calling himself the Etherl Merman of Germany? Somehow, Spitzer pulls it off.

The following is a clipping of the whole speech but it will give you great insight into Spitzer's oratiorial skills.

Once you get past the springtime cliches, you'll start to hear the prosecutor speaking, with a phrase like "we are winning because we are right and because we are making our case".

The video is right after the jump.

-------->

... meeting the crew of Rochester Turning, shooting the shit with Azi, finally meeting hand-crusher Liz Benjamin and driving back to the city with Michael, Paul and Phillip.

Especially the driving with the guys. I laughed so hard I think I broke my Poughkeepsie.

As much as I like having access to events and people who make what we call the status quo, it takes me a while to take in all the people's faces, rants, raves, ticks and tocks; especially if I don't know them on or offline.

Let's say is my way of being polite I like to ponder all the newness in an attempt to ... believe it or not ... make no knee-jerked judgements.

But they're coming.

On the other hand, meeting my colleagues and finally putting a face to the words I have been reading for months and/or years is always an immediately welcomed treat.

With other bloggers and journalists, I do get to be judgemental right away, no filters, no holds bar. I get to unleash the bitch and the momma immediately and with no velvet rope to hold them back.