Yeah, I’m not usually one to get exercised over questionable categorization, but these are not art nouveau in my book, either.
Nice chairs, but I’ll never be so well-heeled as to consider handing over that kind of money. The description leaves me wondering if the extensive restoration might...
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Thonet, the Austrian company most noted for its ubiquitous bentwood “bistro” chairs, got into manufacturing tubular steel chairs designed by the likes of Mart Stam, Marcel Breuer, and Mies van der Rohe. (And the often overlooked Lilly Reich.) Thonet‘s manufacturing with tubular steel...
Seems as good a place as any to drop this image. The Kubus chair, credited to Josef Hoffman and the often uncredited Lilly Reich. It dates from (get this) 1910. Yes, 1910. So, midcentury long before the middle of the century, and before what we have come to call art deco, or “golden era,” for...
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That’s it, I think. The more syllables, the more words, the more learned the speaker attempts to portray him- or herself.
And I agree that it’s not just the relatively uneducated who fall into that habit.
The best piece of advice in Strunk & White’s “The Elements of Style” is “omit...
Hagerty posted a piece today about the market for vintage British sports car going soft, what with the “baby boomers“ (I hate that designation, but we’re stuck with it) who coveted those cars when they were new either dying off or offloading their more superfluous possessions while “downsizing”...
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Smoking was once considered more healthful than chewing, at least for the people who weren’t exposed to the chewers’ spit.
“Secondhand smoke” wouldn’t enter the popular lexicon for another several decades.
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Multiple sources say the expression originated with U.S. servicemen during WWII, meaning pretty much the same thing as “take a breather.” (I have no reason to doubt it, but sometimes it seems those sources are just citing one another and it becomes conventional wisdom, whether it’s true...
At some point almost every day I am reminded of how many of my contemporaries have died, and with it a reminder of my own mortality.
Many of those departed lived far more healthily than I did, yet I suffer no survivor’s guilt. I’m not to blame for their bad luck, just as I claim no credit for...
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No. 7, above, would be a huge plus for me. Our humble home is 5 miles from a major university medical center/health sciences schools/research institution, where they do the latest gee-whiz stuff. It’s about a 10-minute drive, mostly on the freeway.
Organ transplants? Yup, that’s where it...
This afternoon’s news feed reports a pedestrian fatality a couple miles from my house.
Shocking but not surprising, considering the speeding and red-light running I routinely witness at that intersection.
This morning‘s sad news of the passing of Daniel J. Evans, a former Washington state governor and U.S. senator, reminded me of bumping into him at the Lowe’s store on Rainier Avenue. That was, geez, 20(?) years ago. His senate tenure was by appointment, to fill the seat vacated by the death of...
Hey you, fellow at Costco hawking water heaters or furnaces or whatever, I know that everybody’s gotta make a living and I wouldn’t trade places with you. But my name ain’t “Boss,” nor is it “Bro.”
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