Red Mug, Blue Linen
Saturday, January 14, 2017

Present imperfect

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    In the season of the scowl    upon which we'll be launch-    ed Friday at noon, an occa-    sion arises for reflec...

My kingdom for a flatterer

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            Or, really,             anyone at all            who'll play            with me.   Pay enough,   y...
Thursday, January 12, 2017

The whole damn ranch

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                                  Elsewhere Anchises,           Fatherly and intent, was off in a deep green valley          ...
Wednesday, January 11, 2017

So as not to scare the horses

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In these days, I'm not out to diminish my an- ger. But, I am out to sustain my sympathies. In farming, we style congress as a ...
Monday, January 9, 2017

One's pattern

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In the last week or two I've been repairing lacunae in my table settings, the kind of thing a bachelor is natural- ly the last to n...
Friday, January 6, 2017

Winging it

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A gainful holiday found me balancing a sequence of readings in the high con- fidence of our constructed heritage, and the bracing...
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Tuesday, January 3, 2017

Ain't we got fun

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       I'm sorry, sir, but you        appear too cosmopolitan        to be in this park, too        young to go unsuper...
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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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