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A Man Who Has Nothing In Particular To Recommend Him Discusses All Sorts of Subjects at Random as Though He Knew Everything
We’re in Merida, Mexico. Doing the Yucatango. Figuring things out. Mexico decided to be extremely Mexican on Sunday. Forecast: 103. Electricity: Coy. Disappearing puckishly from time to time. No dear John letter, either. Just wait and wonder in the dark. Now of course there are many things you
If we held a One-Hit Wonder Sweepstakes, I’d enter William DeVaughn, place some side bets, and clean up. Let’s specify the rules for deciding the most wondrous one-hit wonder. First, it has a to be a big hit. It has to come out of every passing car’s radio.
Perhaps I’m more disconnected from regular life than the average Joe, but look at that video. Did you know the LLM thang had progressed this far, this fast? Internet wags who stubbornly still call it nothing but glorified autofill might want to rethink their opinions. Although no one
Wet Willie on the Midnight Special back in 1974. Aw yeah. To modern ears, the musical production can sound “thin.” Recent recordings don’t have any dynamics in them anymore. It’s mixed to make every second of it just as loud as every other second. There’s not much air
If you’ve been hiding under a rock lo these many years, everything depicted in this video might be news to you. If so, I’d like the address of your rock, and want to sublet part of the shadow from you. Even if you are clued in, the refresher
You know, I saw this photo of Margaret Thatcher at the beach, and I got to wondering: is it possible that this photo was altered using AI? Don’t laugh, it’s feasible. It’s layers inside layers. You don’t want to know who’s behind this sort of thing. For example,
Copyright 2013 Sippican Cottage. Don’t be de-copyrighting this. I calls it. No erasies. Black magic. Eggsetera You axed for it; you got it: Sippican Cottage’s
Whoo boy, that’s Maine. I live in Maine, if you call that living, and I’m here to testify that Maine is just like you see
Hear me out: The sixties never happened. No, really. The idea that generational shifts happen in neat, tectonic fashion, bang-on the first day of each
