Red Mug, Blue Linen
Saturday, January 17, 2015

Saturday commute c: settling into something fresh

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When one considers how keenly London, like all large cities, resents physic- al exercise, unless taken with some  practical and immediat...
Thursday, January 15, 2015

Acuity

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    If I owe nothing else to      Richard Diebenkorn, I'm     in no position to deny     that he destroyed all in- ...
Tuesday, January 13, 2015

Then there was the time I found Farrow & Ball

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     Out of the corner of my eye   at one of our newspaper sites   today, I noticed a reference   to a time the President stum-...
Sunday, January 11, 2015

Sunday in the park with testosterone

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    This is beautiful country around here.    What is it all, anyway?    Oh, part of our place. Geo...

La souplesse

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In the time that it takes to break in a pair of jeans, it's virtually certain that the sweater one planned for it will portra...
Saturday, January 10, 2015

Saturday commute xcix: into one's time

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   One has the strongest impression    of an artefact's not outliving    its time, but patiently surviv-    ing for its arri...
Friday, January 9, 2015

Chamois strokes

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Writing in The New York Review of Books in 1983, just as the elder of my acquaintances from the university down the road began hit...
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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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