I’m listening to a live recording of The Police from 1983. The guy tearing it up on bass must be pretty exasperated with the lead singer’s half arsed vocals.
I think the reason I feel so at home on Bluesky is that I’ve now seen three different posts speculating about how Sondheim might have written this weekend’s would-be assassin.
I hadn’t watched Interstellar since it first came out. (Started it once during the first lockdown. Quickly realised that was a bad idea.) I was so critical of it then. It’s extraordinary how fatherhood, a pandemic, and the loss of a parent can alter your perspective.
Jamelle Bouie being harassed off Bluesky (as appears to be the case) has echoes of Ta-Nahesi Coates being harassed off Twitter. The people responsible, beyond being merely obnoxious, have the most absurd delusions of virtue.
It looks as if I’m finally going to have to replace my Kindle, which has served me well for twelve years (the battery isn’t holding its charge, and the long outdated software is starting to show its limitations). Does anyone have experience of the Kindle Paperwhite?
Congrats to everyone on Twitter, still pretending they're not actually frequenting a Nazi bar as the jukebox plays the Horst Wessel Song at a deafening volume.
If you have the means to watch HBO’s documentary series Stax: Soulsville USA, I can’t recommend it highly enough. I adore the music, but it’s about a great deal more than that.
It looks as if I’m finally going to have to replace my Kindle, which has served me well for twelve years (the battery isn’t holding its charge, and the long outdated software is starting to show its limitations). Does anyone have experience of the Kindle Paperwhite?
England’s full backs really need to press forward more here. (I have no idea if this is true or not, I’m not even really watching the match. But experience tells me that you’ll never go wrong with that observation.)
In spite of our carefully cultivated republicanism and diligent reading of Peter Donnelly’s The President’s Cat and all its sequels, this was the child’s choice of book in the library today.
Watching Disney+ with the kid and it’s only now occurring to me that Timon and Pumbaa are supposed to be Rosencrantz and Guildenstern. Thirty years, that took me, not to mention a degree in English and a Masters in Theatre Studies.
I can’t pretend to understand what the implications of the US Supreme Court’s Chevron ruling are domestically, but surely there are drastic trade implications?
Twenty odd years ago, you would have found us listening to Ritual de lo Habitual in a tiny flat in Nelson Street in the small hours of the morning. About to see Jane’s Addiction live for the first time.
There’s no group in the US I despise as much as the Republicans right now, but I find I’m able to reserve some contempt for leftists still sulking they didn’t get Bernie in 2016 (or 2020) and crowing about every setback for the Democrats.
Half of the SUVs I see around Dublin have not insignificant damage to their bodywork. Do you think it might occur to people at some point that these are not city vehicles?
The brother messages me to let me know that my nephew, who is four, has just come round from a general anaesthetic and announced: “This is Planet Earth! It’s crazy!” The kid has a point.
