Red Mug, Blue Linen
Friday, September 19, 2014

Suppose it were Friday xcix: Twill for a pillowcase

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      Knoll, for my Charles       Pfister couch on Tel-       egraph Hill, offered       a twill in Swiss wool       an...

Summer Liebling v: PR pump for Picasso's Pirate

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The Seagram Building, an occupancy app subject to occasional updates here, is wholly owned by a figure with a PR de- partment capa...
Thursday, September 18, 2014

Scotland's victory

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As I write, the polls have just closed in Edinburgh, and I have poured a sip of whisky from Is- lay, over a single ice from Fi- ...
Wednesday, September 17, 2014

Scotland's Cross

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There is a secret tie or union among partic- ular ideas, which caus- es the mind to conjoin them more frequently, and makes the one, u...
Monday, September 15, 2014

I know the halting pursuit

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The other day, motoring along in our quiet neighbourhood, I was listening to National Public Radio in one of those bright and spark...
Sunday, September 14, 2014

Acorns

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                                All over the                                 ground already. ...
Friday, September 12, 2014

Suppose it were Friday xcviii: guest room commotions

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Recently, I was struck by your post concerning Han-nah Arendt, which led me to your other posts de-voted to  The Kindly Ones. It i...
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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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