Poem: Godspeed to Tweed by Asa Pinch
This villanelle was written as a response to our lamentations on the state of men’s clothing.
This villanelle was written as a response to our lamentations on the state of men’s clothing.
I might be the first to have noticed this. In just the past couple of days, there has been a cluster of articles in the MainStream Media on how the Regime will try to keep Trump off the 2024 ballot by using the 14th Amendment:
In this Podcast, 18 Minutes, the topic is the Flash Mob Rule that now controls major American cities.
“Homage to Catatonia” was, at least apocryphally, the title that clinched the commission of an article about pub crawling from the editor-in-chief of a middlebrow newspaper, whereupon the journalist went off to sample his usual boozers right up to the evening of publication. Seeing the article up on the screen, however, the night editor scratched his pate, remembered that George Orwell’s title was “Homage to Catalonia,” and corrected the typo in the headline. Thankfully, we don’t have a night editor.
In the fourth book of the Iliad, the gods begin to reveal their great power, though it is neither unlimited nor unanimous. It is very easy to misread their role.
I always enjoy these presidential debates. The one this Wednesday should be a hoot. The main subject, of course, will be Trump, who won’t be there. Chris Christie has less chance of becoming president than I do. But this is his 15 minutes of fame. So he blasted, “Are You a Chicken or Just a Loser?” The Spanish-language La Opinion headlined, “Chris Christie arremete en contra de Donald Trump llamándolo cobard.” [Chris Christie lashes out against Donald Trump calling him coward.] The reality is Trump knows how to build drama. He was a successful “reality TV” show host for...
In the first installment, we talked a great deal–as the title would suggest–about food and food technology. There is an unlimited number of topics, ranging from gardening to travel to the virtualization of reality. This week I propose clothing.
As America soon could become embroiled in yet another war. This time in Niger, a small country in Africa. Like Ukraine, most Americans couldn’t find it on a map even if you promised them a trip to Disneyland.
There is a game I play lately, probably a symptom of old age. If I was on the last spaceship leaving a dying Earth and I could take 10 books, what would they be? (Of course, since it is a game, you could expand it to 20 or 50.)