Red Mug, Blue Linen
Sunday, October 4, 2020

Timely blades and second chances

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No one, of course, has any appetite for seeing a certain name again, except as a line to avoid selecting, at the top of  his ballot, At last...
Saturday, September 19, 2020

Word from the land of always something

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  Word came to Americans some time in the evening of the 18th that a hold- out against replacement on the high court had passed from the sce...
Friday, August 21, 2020

Of frogs we should have expected

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’Twas a warm Summer night, just the  weather for merchants of sentiment  to stuff our throat with frogs. Not  merely to agita...
Saturday, August 15, 2020

Saturday commute clxxxi: This very day, no less

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In James Brooks’ hit film comedy, “As  good as it gets” (1997), Helen Hunt,  playing a single mother of an asthmat- ic boy bei...
Friday, August 14, 2020

Suppose it were Friday clxxvi: So run

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              I live with the sound my body is.              . .              I can't forget the pure sound I heard onc...
Wednesday, August 12, 2020

Origins of Wednesday cxi: A country maybe to be living in

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  No, I didn't believe it either, when   I heard that New Yorkers were buying    cars to get around, much less that a   ...
Sunday, August 2, 2020

A feast on hold

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In allowing the 29th of July to pass  without comment, I found myself in a position of deferring recognition of the anniversa...
Friday, June 19, 2020

Juneteenth now

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Who might ever have guessed that the genealogy of America's deliverance from Donald Trump and his Republican Party would be traced d...
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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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