It had been a while since I purchased access to Fox Trump Channel. Given how flagrantly the president has been displaying what in any other context would be criminal insanity, I was hankering to learn how far he would go before the sycophantic channel would notice. (Very far, as it turns out, but that’s not what we’re here to consider today.)
Some big changes are underway in the personal computing world and if you do home or office computing it behooves you to pay attention to them. In some respects they may return us to the industry we last knew in the previous millennium.
There used to be an old woman who stood every day in the center of the sidewalk on the north side of 42nd Street west of Grand Central in New York City.
Heat is awful, humidity makes it worse, and deathly stillness renders it just about insufferable.
The other night my neighbor was standing on his porch. He blew a smoke ring. Next morning, it was still there, though the morning fog had made it soggy so it had sunk to the ground.
When the numerous officials in the current administration are put on trial (and, one hopes, convicted and subjected to draconian punishments), their pre-trial fears ought to include that the jury that will judge them is made up of coffee drinkers.
Everything considered, it was inevitable. If there’s any surprise, it’s that it hadn’t happened before now.
Then again, maybe it had.
My father died 21,550 days ago, and I still don’t really have him figured out.
If you do the arithmetic and remember leap year days, you’ll find that it works out to 59 years.
Leland Vittert of NewsNation has been making the point for weeks, but when he said it on a radio program Sunday night, a lightbulb came on for me. He was talking about the Iran war, but it might as well have been about our society generally, a society that has forgotten the necessary task of persuasion on matters that matter.
Sometimes it seems as if the universe is warning us against something. Or, perhaps, it is just measuring our determination. Testing us. In “The Once and Future King,” the fine telling of the Arthurian legend that set to music became “Camelot,” T. H. White offered the parable that sometimes bad things happen to keep worse things from happening.
Over the last few years, as frequent readers here know, I’ve taken interest in the lovely, even cute, Japanese culture.