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Recent blog posts are linked at the bottom of the page, where seldom is heard a discouraging word about best practices or leveraging synergies. Not that I oppose such things necessarily. Live and let live, I say. Or leverage. Whichever.
A day passed. And then another day. And then another, and that’s when it occurred to him that his self-deprecation might have seemed something else. Sarcasm, for example. “Crap!” he said, scarcely above a whisper, but the couple at the next table had heard. The couple he’d greeted as he was being seated, all very proper, all for naught. Behold the […]
Hillbilly Elegy | J.D. Vance This jeans-to-riches memoir describes a childhood that by all rights should have ended in death or incarceration, but instead produced an Ivy League-educated attorney and bestselling author. J.D. Vance, whose Scots-Irish grandparents traveled the “Hillbilly Highway” from Appalachia to southern Ohio in pursuit of the American Dream, credits his survival to […]
Two passings last week. First, and quite unexpectedly, the Moto X2 leapt to its death — from my pocket to the sidewalk — on November 23. It was only one year old. Then on November 26, the XPS 15 9530’s battery, after a three-month struggle with consumption, experienced “complete failure” during a routine reboot. Surviving are the screen, the motherboard, […]
This morning at my usual haunt, I watched as a bearded 20-something — T-shirt and pot-belly — sloshed and sloshed and sloshed his coffee on the condiment counter, stirring it like he absolutely, positively didn’t give a shit. “Dude!” I said, thinking I might snap him out of whatever born-in-a-barn reverie had laid hold of him, but he […]
Los Angeles-based political pundit Jimmy Dore’s disdain for civilian law enforcement is a thing of primal beauty. He calls them maniacs. He says they crack heads because “they fucking love it.” He’s also the son, grandson, and brother of Chicago police officers, so I have to assume he knows what he’s talking about. As you might expect, Dore rejects […]
She’s balancing a carryout container in one hand. Church food, I assume, since it’s Sunday and she’s wearing a dress. A dress, low heels and a wig, actually, and standing out like a sore thumb on the trail this autumn afternoon. “Is that a preacher?” She points to the pocket where Thom Hartmann is holding forth. A podcast. I tell […]
“Does the tree let go of the leaf, or does the leaf let go of the tree?” He’s evading me now. With metaphors. Apparently I’ve struck a nerve. “The tree lets go of the leaf,” I hazard, “because the leaf is dead.” And what I remember of seventh grade biology you could fit on the […]
All I remember about Ken Russel’s 1983 production of Madama Butterfly is the atomic blast that put the button on Butterfly’s death. He flashed a bank of stage lights, hitherto unseen, directly at the audience, and in the seconds it took our eyes to readjust, turn-of-the-century Nagasaki was transformed into a floor-to-fly-space blaze of corporate logos – Toyota, Honda, Mitsubishi, Sony – as if the explosion had blown […]