Red Mug, Blue Linen
Saturday, February 3, 2018

What flu shot Brooks?

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A positive flash flood of flu having crested through these parts in recent days, I took myself down the road for an inocula...
Thursday, February 1, 2018

"I shall destroy them. What's the matter with you?"

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The infallibly entertaining New American President has mounted a little drawing room comedy on the dazzled gaze of the People'...
Wednesday, January 31, 2018

Poisoner, Pusher, Crook

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How unbecoming it must seem, I grant you, to appear on the very day of the New American Government's generous reaching out...
Saturday, January 27, 2018

Saturday commute cl: Cinema calls

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Weeknights of Hitchcock are won- derful escapes from news of Dav- os, although St Moritz is peril- ously close in his first Man Who Kne...
Friday, January 26, 2018

Suppose it were Friday cxlviii: As we were looking

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                     Or che in fondo un miraggio                      di vapori vacilla e si disperde,                      altro...
Wednesday, January 24, 2018

Origins of Wednesday lxii: Girl, 20

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  I crib a title of a wickedly funny    novel by Kingsley Amis, to embrace a   screen illusion of unforgotten re-   membrance to C...
Tuesday, January 23, 2018

Ps-s-s-t, they're back

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                 Call it, the back with two beasts,                  if that helps. Our previous entry's                  w...
Sunday, January 21, 2018

The American government did close, by the way

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One had thought not to mention it whilst others might still be out  for their Saturday  ride, but good news is rare enough,...
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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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