Red Mug, Blue Linen
Saturday, March 24, 2012

Saturday commute lix: it'll keep

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It isn't that it's late, it's that we aren't going to get through all that there was in that play to- night. The word fo...

Let our dearest darling Springtime muses mature just a little more

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The stampede to proclaim Spring, like its reprise to lament Fall, year after year, has commenced in earnest and can not now, I suppose, ...
Friday, March 23, 2012

Suppose it were Friday lviii: expediency of the shirtless neighbour

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In bypass interventions, it is famously customary for there to be a shopping about for vascular fragments which might be lifted from here,...
Thursday, March 22, 2012

Who has the task to domicile an English dog?

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I have sent an English dog out for showing, with a handler involved in his breeding; and I have sent one out for rustication with his bree...
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Adventures in precautions

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        Is it possible         to be so armed         against dark          as  to inhabit         light already? ...
Wednesday, March 21, 2012

All along the California coast, is the little café

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I acquired from my father a willing- ness to read the same noir  detective writer, over and over, when I was a boy. Ross MacDonald was an e...
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Tuesday, March 20, 2012

Terestchenko in sitù

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Ivan Terestchenko in Guéthary The most capable photographer of places, active today and  known to me, is also one of the very most cu...
Monday, March 19, 2012

At one of those blogs the other day, which grant a safe haven

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At one of those blogs, the other day, which grant a safe haven for gastro-nomic discourse in public, I found myself stumbling in as the ...
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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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