Red Mug, Blue Linen
Sunday, July 31, 2011

See how appropriate he looks, without the offending article?

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It's certainly not for us to judge, if we are protected sufficiently from the scourge of in-decency on the internet. We can never...
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Saturday, July 30, 2011

Saturday commute xxxiv: Thomas Isermann in the dunes

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Have we given any thought, to what they'll think of us, at White's, as we raise the inherent question? ( Raw envy, will do as a...
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How can you sell doughnuts and not open 'til eleven?

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Some deal.
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Friday, July 29, 2011

Suppose it were Friday vi: would you come with me to scarcity?

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A London dining club is a curious organism, for it combines great tenacity of life with a chameleon-like tendency to change its colour....
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Thursday, July 28, 2011

"A figure of unfinished invention," I have been called

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                                           .. but I've been on a journey that I'm grateful for, a year at tomorrow's da...
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Wednesday, July 27, 2011

Today in LA

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So Virgil's bouldered stream exceeds its bed, and contemplates correction in the gesture where we're led - by a reader's con...
Tuesday, July 26, 2011

Because they don't stop very well

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You have probably noticed, too, that a mental construct does not stop very well. Almost without exception, the raw materials and witnesse...

"Nor streams that race adown their bouldered beds"

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breath of our friends Therewithal at my behest  Shall Lyctian Aegon and Damoetas sing, And Alphesiboeus emulate in dance The dancing ...
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Writing to a colleague in the 1930s, the physicist Wolfgang Pauli confessed, “I have done a terrible thing. I’ve postulated a particle that can not be detected.” Eventually, Pauli won the Nobel Prize for his Exclusion Principle, i.e., all material particles exhibit space-occupying behaviour - and could very well fall within the province of restaurants. I wonder if red mug, blue linen will be that terrible thing, a postulate without a particle - that a gentleman is only that creature whose nourishment occupies no space. But whether that is true, is less urgent to know than where it comes from.
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