Red Mug, Blue Linen
Saturday, May 16, 2015

Dutifully padding about the temples of Impression

›
     Is travel then the mirage where      the real self itself becomes mi-      rage ..? When we are in Rome or      Athens, do they eva...
Friday, May 15, 2015

Dutifully padding about the temples of Persepolis

›
      2 March 1935      Dear Dr Herzfeld          Since both the Governor      of Fars and Dr Mostafavi have      stated categoricall...
Thursday, May 14, 2015

Dutifully padding about the temples of Mt Athos

›
    Woke up this morning, the weight     of my twenty years heavy upon me,     wondering how many people at home     were wishing me man...
Wednesday, May 13, 2015

Dutifully padding about the temples of the Vatican

›
       The bit about the children    went like clockwork. I told    [His Holiness Pius XII] that    I had a single daughter...
Tuesday, May 12, 2015

Dutifully padding about the temples of Agrigento

›
      The Bishop now elected      to fall into a shaft,      gracefully and without      damage, and for a moment  ...
Saturday, May 9, 2015

Saturday commute cvii: And weren't we all, somehow, mistaken

›
   Those skeptics among us,    that is, who doubted our    mass transit systems' a-    bility to generate pres-    t...
Wednesday, May 6, 2015

Head count

›
    Heading into another     American election cy-     cle, we prepare to     count the innocents     who still take their ...
Tuesday, May 5, 2015

A cup on the run

›
    The high pool is     always steaming.     What witch will     rise up on the     white sunset?     What purple fo- ...
‹
›
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.