Posted by Lex, on November 5, 2007
Yes, this is one of those days.
Update: I didn’t have the heart nor the time to tilt at HuffPo windmills during my leave o’ absence. Fortunately for all of us, Noonan was not so constrained.
I think there was a tacit presumption all the way around that one of the market advantages of blogging was that the writer, having to actually write things down – as opposed to beerily barking at passersby from a dimly lit barstool somewhere – would be held accountable for the things that he’d, you know: Written. And that such accountability would necessarily force him to do some research if the field he was wandering onto was not an area of special expertise.
Not so much.
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Posted by Lex, on August 16, 2006
A hearty Elvis “Thanga ver much” to RL from Huntington Beach who threw a generous wad at the tip jar, saying it was for “Hours of laughter, memories and mental stimulation.”
While not disagreeing, while never disagreeing with a happy customer, I will point out that it’s actually for the replacement bike frame.
Just so we’re clear on that
Update: Good readership! Thanks too to RC from Sykesville, Maryland, whose contribution for “his part of the hall” puts that new frame just a little closer to being in reach. Thanks again!
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May 7th, 2007 by lex
Wordsworth once wrote that “poetry is moments of emotion remembered in tranquillity.” This will not be poetry I’m afraid, because in my heart I am not quite yet tranquil, for reasons which are difficult to capture, far less to convey.
How do you remember things? Some people can quote at length passages from books that they have read years past. Others have a genius for linking names to faces, people they haven’t seen in decades. A friend of my father’s had a special capability: You could pick out any day in his life – he was well into his 60’s when I tried this with him – and he could tell you where he was and what he was doing.