Red Mug, Blue Linen
Saturday, June 14, 2014

I met with a guy this morning, who was so young before

›
He's a consultant in inter-net   communications, and you may ask why I waited so long to meeet him . But  he was growing up, and now...
Friday, June 13, 2014

Suppose it were Friday xcvii: relief of the effortless posture

›
At your blog, are you beleaguered by portrait submittals of dubious narrative clarity? Did you notice, yesterday, how only the dep...
Thursday, June 12, 2014

Virginians tip the hand of the Falange

›
  Our nativist tendency is not   more elaborate than a galant   reduction of feudalism's ideo-   logy hoisted as a  middle cl...
Wednesday, June 11, 2014

Basically how things happen is this

›
I was in a computer services and equipment shop for an ap- pointment, an app of rare em- ployment these days. Arriving early, I p...
Monday, June 9, 2014

Life after Floris, and other intimate insults

›
     Our crossroads' Floris merchant  has gone belly-up, and this in-  volves waiting for some chum to  visit Jermyn Street...
Sunday, June 8, 2014

Peter Grimes & the fishermen who save

›
Sensationally, that rarest of things, an English opera, erupted at Sadler's Wells in the middle '40s to exalt one of the very gr...
Saturday, June 7, 2014

Saturday commute cix: "Near the road and the small bridge"

›
     Mec      The face of heads                        Idols   In a corner the sound of a car              Everything's aslee...
Friday, June 6, 2014

Suppose it were Friday xcvi: The cheat sheet and the triceps

›
      How many of us, one can only won-     der, affect a confident air in the     kitchen because of a handy cheat-     sheet or mobile...
‹
›
Home
View web version
My photo
Laurent
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.
View my complete profile
Powered by Blogger.