Saturday, October 28, 2017

Saturday commute cxlvii: Sense and recompense

There are all kinds of love
in the world, but never the
same love twice.

The building down the avenue
is a hotel, and used to keep
rooms at a discount for under-
graduates in those days. I saw
this remark from one such fel-
low, in a story entitled, The
Sensible Choice; and it seemed
to fit to perfection a time, so
many years later, when we were
still suspended in the fantasy

Now we find, this was not so.
But what was true, was a pas-
sion for that aspiration, em-
bodied in the second edifice: 
the one exemplification of it,
rising over every imitation -
that love we would have once.

F. Scott Fitzgerald

Ezra Stoller, photography
Waldorf-Astoria and the
  Seagram Building, 375
  Park Avenue, New York

Friday, October 27, 2017

And everything had been going so well

It was Friday last, when I found my-
self in a bustling port city, south
of Washington - the very harbor, now
that I think of it, where the Monitor
met the Merrimack, and also many Af-
ricans their new terrain. Yet all of
that seemed well washed away, in the
copious splashing of hooch upon the
wharves, where eddies of Mercedes al-
so swirled, of romance by injection.

To a corner doorway, then, I ventured
for reflection in a glass. As with so
many chances taken in this region -
the American South, that is - the im-
manence of God is not slow to be re-
revealed. Not in just any of the de-
tails, as Mies had once implied, but
exquisitely in the mistakes. 

So pleased by the impressions of my
cocktail, I found myself asking the
barkeep to divulge its secrets. And
this he did with such meticulous care
in every dimension, even in penman-
ship, that one could find the hand
of our Lord drawing one's own, down
his roster of ingredients and tech-
niques, to that very blaze of rev-
elation for which the region is so

                       Bombay Sapphire, 2.0 oz.
                       Dolin vermouth, 0.75 oz.
                       Saint-Germain, 0.25 oz.
                       orange bitters, 2 dashes

                       stir for 30 seconds

                       strain into chilled glass

                       garish w/lemon peel


Wednesday, October 25, 2017

Origins of Wednesday lviii: Social media we don't need

The managers of Russia's internet
access have been generous in open-
ing their sea cocks to rmbl since
we announced Anne Applebaum's new
book, and Ukrainian readership hit
new highs. Now, the Russians' bold
attention to this page cannot have
been triggered by another ornament
in the English language, but rather,
by a likely arousal of interest in
the direction of Russian internet
aggression. For our part, we wish 
there were a way to enable access
for Russian residents, without the
nasty little robots in their govern-
ment's employ. It is an interesting-
ly unfree market: sometimes, Russian
interest outweighs that of America
and France, combined - this page's
default audience; at other times,
it is absolutely zeroed out for days
on end -- weeks, months. Has anyone
else noticed, there is no such thing
as a Russian reading market: only a
valve operated by the State, to ad-
vance one of its furtive interests?

Has anyone else noticed, this is ex-
actly the game plan and wish list of 
the new American government, in its
saturation of society with delusion,
division, dysfunction, and decay? It
is as hard to imagine, America voted
for this, as it is to say Russia did.
The monsters don't need to censor the
speaker, if they isolate the listener.

What is left of any such distinction?

Robbie Wadge

Monday, October 23, 2017

Tonight we would go

"A blithe heart makes a blooming visage."

This evening at the Whitney
sculptural works by Alexan-
der Calder, Hypermobility, 
will be brought to a close
with a reception in honor
of the publication of his
authorized biography, it-
self a blooming visage of 

Citing the student yearbook
at Stevens Institute of Tech-
nology, ca 1917, captioning
a snapshot of Sandy Calder

  The Conquest of Time
    Volume I: The Early
    Years, 1898 - 1940
Alfred A. Knopf, 2017©