Les chats, Ezekiel et Napoléon

I wrote a sonnet about an ethical question.

The Seventh Guest Bath

Computer, enhance

They're calling it, winter.

This is Pittsburgh hate and I won't tolerate it.

I wrote a sonnet about your Country refusing me the Nobel Peace Prize.

Some are saying that it is falling faintly. Others? That it is faintly falling. But more and more people agree, it is doing so on the living AND on the dead.

We must amass currency that will be 100% devalued. Open the b-schools!

I gotta believe that @daveweigel.bsky.social could walk into a Ye Olde Pickle Factory without this much backup . . . and live to tell the tale.

Been screaming since the 2010s that higher ed must reinvest in humanities and social sciences in the face of advances in machine learning and automation. Can universities learn, or are we determined to make ourselves the victims of sunk costs?

Bari Wifes

Having reinvented DEI and Woke, the Right is now reinventing the higher-education spurious disability accommodations request industrial complex.

It's funny--and remarkably appropros, when you think about it--that the New York Times releasing its long interview with Donald Trump in the same manner as Ryan Lizza releasing his grievances with Olivia Nuzzi.

The woke right strikes again.

I wrote a sonnet about the nice, thin blood pouring through Donald Trump's heart.

Columns,,,, r my passion

They're calling it North Carolina

Decided to add to the menagerie. Folks, it's Ezekiel.

Napoleon

Buddy, I couldn't get her to shut up when she was alive.

I don't know what to say, but I had to share.

I wrote a sonnet about Greta Gerwig's Narnia.

I want to replace my hybrid car with a full electric and every part of my auto-evaluating brain says "Hyundai Ioniq 5" except for a devilish little aesthete and prophet deep in my soul that looks at the deliberate retro styling and whispers, "Remember the PT Cruiser."

An interesting example of the style of design I refer to as "cocaine vernacular."

We're gonna need a bigger bathtub.

If I had any doubts about moving to Carolina, my fish gal getting me fresh mullet roe to make bottarga satisfied them.

Christmas cactus is going wild.

Obsessed with many things about this listing, but the matching custom cornices on the study window and as a bath-curtain accessory is, as they say, "sending me."

Looks like they broke the internet again!

my Passion,,,, is for textures

Sunday.

Hello, beautiful

"What if none of this was a good idea to begin with?" I reviewed Enshittification, and the internet, for @newrepublic.com newrepublic.com/article/2027...

Still the best, and only, American city. www.washingtonpost.com/business/202...

I wrote a sonnet about scaring my kid about Zohran Mamdani:

Embrace Huáxià

They're calling it America's most harmonious facade.

I wrote a sonnet about a toilet in the White House.

Such people there are living and flourishing in the world—Faithless, Hopeless, Charityless: let us have at them, dear friends, with might and main. Some there are, and very successful too, mere quacks and fools: and it was to combat and expose such as those, no doubt, that Laughter was made.

Oh. Oh, no.

The thing about great design is, you have to urn it.

Few are brave enough to say so, but Tom Cruise did some really excellent physical comedy and slapstick work in The Mummy.

Leaving aside my misspent youth, when I hiked the Inca Trail last year we drank coca tea every morning and I chewed coca leaf anytime we went over 10K ft elevation (so basically all the time), and honestly the stuff is great and extremely effective.

As usual the FT cuts through the breathless reporting with a sobering dose of what's actually transpired and transpiring. on.ft.com/3W4IQUt

Extraordinary that in this entire article, the Democrats just do not appear. And that's not unfair of the author or the Journal! www.wsj.com/politics/pol...

They say to me, Bacharach, what's your passion? And I say, without hesitation: coffering. Coffers are my passion.

facades,,,, r my passion