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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.
Yes, I grumble about the number of cyclists on the trail, but if being startled from time to time by less than polite Tour de France wannabes is the worst complaint I can muster, if their gaily-wrapped hindquarters are all that mar my view of the trees, I also know the prosecution’s case is weak. Not that I intend to […]
The milk truck says in pictures what it can’t say in words, because saying in actual words that its milk comes from cows who spend their days munching green grass in the great outdoors would be an actionable lie. Instead, it says “DairyPure,” a nice-sounding but meaningless portmanteau, and “starts pure, stays pure,” because as any advertising professional will tell […]
I should think it sufficient – and sufficiently marketable – that GSO music director Edvard Tchivzhel defected from Gorbachev’s Soviet Union not quite a year before it collapsed, but maybe sufficiency isn’t the issue. Maybe, times being what they are, Tchivzhel’s patriotic bona fides will need to be trotted out at regular intervals until further notice, lest the Putin-wary […]
I wanted Jose Donoso’s Obscene Bird of Night to be magical realism, not magical surrealism as a friend suggested, or stream of altered consciousness as I suggested, or peyote prose, which neither of us thought to suggest, but might explain everything. I wanted a Chilean version of Haruki Murakami or Mikhail Bulgakov, but that’s not what I got. Not at all. Sad […]
A couple on the trail, roughly my age, walking three sweet faced golden retrievers. They’re headed into town as I’m headed out and as we pass, the woman says, “You were in Child’s Christmas in Wales!’” That’s a show I did at Warehouse in 2004. “We loved it!” she says. Thank you, thank you, I say, and […]
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 […]