Red Mug, Blue Linen
Friday, August 17, 2018

Suppose it were Friday clix: And jokers were this wild

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         Now and again the open-mike     stand-up routine of our im-   prov Presidency has shown a   tip-toed slipping off...
Thursday, August 16, 2018

Here's that wind again

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In the waning hours of the Nixon government - an antic crime wave which, for all its faults, was effectual enough to be called an ...
Wednesday, August 15, 2018

Is Mendocino bluffing?

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It honestly has been, hasn't it, an interesting week? The Presid- ent continues his war of econom- ic wreckage upon a Musli...
Monday, August 13, 2018

New news of Harvey Weinstein III

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Four of the better-conceived words presented by American cinema in 2016, it seems to me, are those of screen- writer/director Kenn...
Sunday, August 12, 2018

"Who are you, that we live in all these many forms?"

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    The question is posed in voice-over     as the camera pans from within the     waterways and canopy of a tropical     f...
Saturday, August 11, 2018

Saturday commute clv: A sociable buoyancy

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A spar running out from ship's stem to which forestays are fastened.    I note how Apple's domestic lexicon    tra...
Friday, August 10, 2018

Suppose it were Friday clviii: Commanded to wear a sun hat

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     I was the age shown in the      picture shown, but somehow      was denied the obligation.      Such is the peculiar...
Wednesday, August 8, 2018

Origins of Wednesday lxxvi: Jamie wears a cinder in his eye

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Jamie, the name the editors accept for a menswear model on-line these days, is wearing a sweatshirt by a designer whose nam...
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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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