Dear Sean –
Let me begin with this: how could I have ever competed with an enormous replica of the Millennium Falcon and all those Star Wars figurines?
Along with the other presents your mother packed around the Christmas tree, stacked on chairs, on the sofa, the table. A townhouse living room jammed with her presents until moving about was near to impossible. Only the clothes gifts were mine.
A well-kept secret pact between you and your mother? Perhaps on her part, it was. When your brother came along, she showered Ryan the same.
This need to overwhelm you guys…
Growing up in a small town in South Carolina, playing football required an obloid ball and that would do it. Didn’t need to be leather, and it wasn’t often inflated to regulation, but someone needed to bring a football, or we were SOL. None of us had pads and helmets, and unless the entire gaggle (usually four to six at best) wore them, it wouldn’t have been fair. …
In a given week, I read quite a few posts on Medium, and have been for a while. I am only offering this as free advice, feeling the urgency: stop with the damn numbering!
It seems evident a number of you never took a journalism course, nor wrote for your high school newspaper. Otherwise, by now you’d have learned better strategies for headline writing. Numbering your pet peeves isn’t one of them. Save those submissions for Twitter and People Magazine and the NY Post. Medium writers should be a cut above.
Beyond the fact that Justin Timberlake and Britney Spears…
It seems trite to comment on what transpired at the Capital this past January 6, but this is my home, and I feel an obligation.
In ’79 when I first moved to Washington, DC, during the work week at noon I would run down 5th Street turned west past the Washington Monument, climb the hill, move on past the Reflecting Pool, turn left at the Lincoln Memorial following the river heading for Haines Point. My two bosses did the same route.
In the springtime when the cherry blossoms turned the Tidal Basin white, still running, I’d worked around…
We’re all crazy on this bus. Some recent posts on the Lake Barcroft community list serve:
“Good evening, any experience with getting rid of an annoying woodpecker that is damaging the soffit on back of our house?”
Dear Annoyed: you may find twelve gauge pellets will need to be followed shortly by a soffit replacement, but that’s the price of quiet, eh? Woodpeckers need to eat, sometimes we need quiet. Think like a woodpecker, then hammer the sucker.
“Please recommend the right person to call to investigate the noises we hear coming from the attic. Thank you.”
Oh dear. Is…
If it is true, as 25 former irate presidents of the DC Bar suggest in their Washington Post opinion piece, Lawyers should not be complicit in Trump’s attack on democracy, that a few of Trump’s lawyers are practicing ‘professional misconduct,’ it would seem these twenty-five constitute a credible group to bring said lawyers before the DC Bar to answer the charge.
Instead, they’re preaching to the choir er, Washington Post.
Though I do like the Elihu Root’s saying: “About half the practice of a decent lawyer consists in telling would-be clients that they are damned fools and should stop.”
This article was originally written in 2007 but never published — nowhere to publish it back then–when Frank Gehry’s Guggenheim Museum in Bilbao was the hot new thing. Since then, I’ll confess I have little idea what impact artwork from a New York museum has had on a Spanish harbor town, but the building itself landed like sticks of dynamite in the architectural community. Since then, it even has a Jeff Koons funny ha-ha Puppy.
But the question remains valid: if all that can be said about architecture is that architects should build on the work that precedes them, is…
Ryan Holiday has it all wrong. Should We Cancel the Stoics? Probably.
Life is messy. Oh no! I didn’t say that.
If you believe in justice, freedom, righteousness, truth and the family way, all you need to do is (move to Portland, or South Dakota, join Proud Boys, or join Antifa, pin up your anti-war posters, buy AR-15s, march for–fill in the blank, vote for–fill in the blank, pick one). See? It’s actually straightforward.
We don’t need no stinking philosophers.
The Stoics were heathen atheists; I’m Catholic, and I know what the nuns taught me. …
“I never knew you” is the opening line from Patchwork Quilt, a poignant Gov’t Mule lyric that fit the mood, Warren Haynes’s song mourning Jerry Garcia. Though in my case, I was thinking about my old man.
Chopping veggies and realizing how dull the knives were told me it was time to break out the stone. It had been awhile.
I own very few things of my father’s. I wear his wedding ring mainly because I never knew him and I wasn’t going to stuff it back where I’d found it in the attic–never knew my mother neither when she…
I read the article —eye-catching title, not to mention the teasing cover image. So his thesis was: Manet was modern and Titian was what? Titian did have Manet beat by three centuries, but most times when you say ‘modern art’ there’s a different expectation. Perhaps modern because Manet came toward the exhausted end of the French academy? Perhaps.
I’ll grant it’s hard discussing painting, and Gambardella does yeoman’s work.
At one point before the Western world went crazy with futurism, one could go step at a time from ism to…
A practicing writer and architect, he is now squandering hours making a mess from writing.