I was feeling very good about shaving my beard down to a mustache last week after the JD Vance VP pick, but today I've been reminded of Dave Weigel and I'm second-guessing myself
It's really terribly tempting when reading history to make these awful forced analogies with the present. But I wouldn't do that... Spain was not the United States of the 16th century.. Spain was Not the United States of the 16th century..
If I had been at Lepanto, it wouldn't have went down like it did. There would have been a lot of Venetian blood in those straits and then me saying "Ok, it's going to be an Ottoman Europe, don't worry"
The emperor sets all his tweets to "Everybody can reply," as a matter of ancient custom. This, of course, does not mean you should reply to him. There are formalities to be observed.
I possess a great cavern full of finely worked gold and silver vases and plates and rare jewels cut like tropical fruit stacked in heaps on the ground. And I vote.
this is a bit trite but it seems relatively easy for successful journalists to discourse without getting harassed based on their employment: post anonymously. but presumably they want their posting to be imbued with the cachet of their employment history
I've made a point of going for a walk almost every night for the last few weeks at the firefly hour and it's had an incalculably positive effect on me.
Pretty neat little creature I found. I think it's a masked hunter nymph (Reduvius personatus). They camouflage themselves as nymphs by exuding a sticky substance and covering themselves in whatever fine particles they can find.
Sorry for being retrospective on the weekend but it's a bit wild to think that I have shared that strange, unclear, and weirdly rewarding form of acquaintanceship that we call "being mutuals" with many of you for some years now. Here's to many more.
got bit by so many mosquitoes today. there was one point where I had been sitting still trying to take a photo for a few minutes, focusing on my camera, and I looked at my left hand and saw 3 mosquitoes on it in the middle of biting me. I paid my forest taxes well today
Baby crows crack me up. I have no idea how their parents manage to put up with their shit for so long.
First they leave the nest before they can fly, then they spend weeks flying around before they figure out that they can literally pick food up off the ground and eat it.
“We will hold investigations to identify the neo-cultural Marxists in seats of power all across Washington,” Posobiec said. “We don’t negotiate with un-humans. Because that’s the stakes of this battle: humanity versus un-humanity.”
inthesetimes.com/article/nati...
I'm unconvinced by the joke that a medieval peasant would be impressed by a modern snack. These people were eating ergot flavored rye sandwiches for breakfast and touching the face of God three times a week as a result.