Friday Ephemera (763)
Incoming. || Ladies look away, I bring secret manly wisdom. || When justice is swift. || Those crunchy waves. || You want one and you know it. || An unlovely monkey. || All part and parcel of life on the range. || Retreat seems in order. || A fare to remember. || A mere $1.7 million. || Close enough, I think. || Scenes of sporting innovation. || Inauthentic goods. || Tongue action. || Question asked. || In heavy irony news, she demanded respect. || Australian Robin. || Orson Welles’ Macbeth, 1948. || The best they could find for the job. || Parking scenes. || Terms and conditions apply. || The progressive retail experience, part 622. || Anti-matter and other expensive substances. || Playmate declined. Note the weariness of Dad. || Adding face. || Those fat blues. || I fear for his upholstery.
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Harbinger?
A fine example of Hunlish language
Could the UK deport all its gangsters to El Salvador? 😀
As cool as that is, and thank you very much I enjoyed it, the premise of “playing for change” is getting really tiresome. Playing for…I dunno…something else…unity?…appreciation?…just the general enjoyment of music? Sure. Great. But the idea of using music as a tool to change things, and let’s not pretend that there isn’t a political angle there, denigrates the music. Dude went down to the crossroads trying to flag a ride. The faustian bargain, whether Johnson himself was reading Faust at the time or not, is the general idea there. It’s a universal thought itself. Precedes Faust. There has been a thing of loading way too much into that song, a song I really got into after I learned of its pre-Clapton origins. Or maybe I just read too many musician magazine back in the day. But then again, here we are. I just like to enjoy that song in its abstract sense.
Frank Lloyd Wright was a notoriously arrogant man.
I like to point out, especially to architects of various kinds, that the engineer was right about that cantilevered deck. Yet no one remembers the engineer.
So this prompted me to ask Perplexity this question:
Are there any notable bridges in the USA that are named for the principal engineer who built them?
Best it could do. So…die or be black.
I’m sensing a certain… symbolism.
When we deport these savages back to where they came from, with nothing but the clothes on their backs, can we do the same to the those who let them in in the first place?
Make gibbets great again
One bullet behind the ear, please.
“Harbinger” was what Bob Hope said whenever Crosby cracked a joke.
Busking has a long history. Just don’t take the self-congratulation seriously.
It was the gurning constable that stood out.