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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
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
I’m getting used to living in a city again. I’ve lived in Boston for a few years. Los Angeles. But for the most part, I’ve always gravitated to the exurban life. Occasionally the suburbs would swallow the exurbs I was in, but I’d generally moved on by then.
So, if movies went through a process of Spenglerism, from rude iconography to cheap entertainment to low art to high art, where exactly did they
If you’re new around here, I live in a swamp. I know I’m supposed to call it a “pristine wetland,” but if you don’t mind,
Winter came like a postcard a long time ago. The snow drifted down in slow motion, the big, fat flakes parachuting in and accumulating gently
