Daily Intel is staying late tonight, and from now until we know who’s president, we and our various correspondents will report, weigh in, pontificate, and make obscene jokes about all things election-related, be they at the polls, on the TV, at parties, in the streets, or inside Chris Matthews’s pants. Well, actually, we’ll probably leave that last bit to Chris Matthews. But you can tell us what’s going on in your pants! Or, wait, not really that either. Anyway. Do send your pictures, observations, and odes to John King’s hair to election@nymag.com, where we will be more than happy to receive them.
