Writing a book set in the late 60s, I'm naturally hyper-sensitized to any cultural bleeps relating to that era. Two today, before 10 am: Dana Spiotta's Eat the Document, a novel that takes place partly in the 1960s anti-war movement, was nominated for a National Book Award, and over at Talking Points Memo, DK observes that the guy in the Oval Office is once again listening to Kissinger (while the rest of us listen to Prozac, I guess).