“We become what we behold. We shape our tools and then our tools shape us.”
Frequently attributed (erroneously) to Marshall McLuhan. Those are the words of John Culkin, a Jesuit professor at Fordham, in an essay from 1967 addressing the work of McLuhan.
I’ve long found McLuhan personally...
I’m not usually one to be much saddened by the deaths of celebrities (I don’t really know them, after all), but the news of the passing of Teri Garr has hit me kinda hard.
The weather forecast is for freezing (barely) temperatures late at night, so I’ve been bringing in the houseplants that spend the warmer months out on the deck.
Those large pots seem heavier than they did a few months ago.
On Sunday afternoon, as I was driving eastbound on a major arterial, a fellow noodling on his phone stepped off the curb to cross the street against the traffic light RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME. Had I been similarly distracted I would’ve hit him.
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I suppose that’s understandable. He seemed most interested in early 20th Century stuff — he had a Model T Ford and 1920s radios and he reused calendars dating from that decade as well, as I recall.
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A piece in the November issue of The Atlantic titled “The Elite College Students Who Can’t Read Books” is not just another “kids these days” story but rather an examination of how distractions (smartphones? check) and the ubiquity of “information” have left young people lacking the...
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I suppose I can be happy not to be putting up with that particular annoyance.
It’s been a couple decades or more ago that “derivative” was the standard put-down for creative efforts that somehow didn’t meet the speakers’ standards for originality.
But isn’t it that everything is...
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And it might be that the lovely lass has a good sense of humor?
The late Nicole Brown-Hewhoshallremainnameless had a vanity plate reading L84AD8.
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I’ve known women who had been involved in such enterprises who seemed plenty bright enough to me. It’s not that they trumpet that aspect of the personal histories, but they don’t run from it, either.
We’ve chewed over before how some people jump into a thing with both feet, how that thing becomes of large part of their identity, and then, poof!, they’re gone, to where is anybody’s guess.
It’s not that they owe me any explanations, but I would be interested in knowing what motivated their...
Last evening I attended an event called “Old School Cool VIntage Market.” It‘s a monthly outdoor event in an “arts district” and coincides with the standard First Friday hoopla in such districts — galleries staying open late, lotsa relatively young people out doing what relatively young people...
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How’d you weather the recent storm?
As to the bleeding dye …
It’s not uncommon, especially with the darker colors. Among the reasons I’ve been happy with a particular Eastern European felt supplier, besides the reasonable price, is that the dyes don’t run.
Welcome aboard. I look...
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It’s also playing a large role in how class lines are drawn. I fear that by expanding on this we might be venturing into forbidden territory, but I trust that the gist of it is clear enough.
I enjoy learning, in settings formal and informal. I once said that if I could afford to I would...
The mercury touched 90 this afternoon when I went to fetch some takeout. For the first time since I can’t remember when I witnessed people — a pair of young men, in this case — riding in the bed of a pickup truck.
I looked into it and learned that in this state riding in the bed of a truck is...
The education racket has its own turf to protect. Hence the proliferation of for-profit schools that popped up about the time of your post, nearly a decade ago now.
It’s not just the trade schools, either. A person can learn quite a bit by studying journalism, say, or fine arts, at a...
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