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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
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,
There are certain levels of creativity that transcend technique. I don’t like nearly all modern painters. But have you ever stood in front of a Van Gogh? It’s terrifying stuff. There is technique in it. He did his thing, over and over, always pushing forward, getting faster, further
Well, they called it a Country song. I guess it was, at least before Freddie Fender got ahold of it. Then it became another country song. It had been recorded by a bunch of people, including Jerry Lee Lewis, but no one remembers that now. The Freddie Fender
We have friends here in Merida. It was already a polyglot crew, but now we seem to have inherited a Poligano posse as well. Poligano is a fraccionamiento, or perhaps a colonia in the northwestern part of the city. No one calls a neighborhood a barrio here. The
When nothing in society deserves respect, we should fashion for ourselves in solitude new silent loyalties. ― Nicólas Gómez Dávila I was at a gathering. Certain kinds of people call a barroom a gathering. Certain kinds. Most everyone was familiar, although nearly no one is here. An extranjero
[This video is dedicated to Kathleen Murphy, whose support of our boys is as constant as the sun] If you’re new in these parts, Unorganized
[Dave from the wrong coast, that faithful reader and generous contributor to my sons’ musical education, asked me in the comments of yesterday’s blogpost to
When I was little, I went to parochial school. I don’t think they call them that any more. The nuns were very kind — still
