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:: Is New York really the only city in the land where audiences can handle this gorgeous work by Japan's greatest twentieth-century composer? (I just happen to be listening to this piece right now, as I write this. I love Takemitsu.)
:: The world is full of so-called writers who are eunuchs and old women—flaccid, dithering, lifeless nothings.
:: I think maybe it's time I paid more attention to Hawkman. Clearly I have been missing out. (Via. I'm rather speechless.)
:: Spap Oop! BWAAAhahahaha! (It'll make sense when you click through. Trust me.)
:: If it makes you think, that's okay but it shouldn't depress you and it seems to me that Battlestar Galactica is going out of its way to be depressing. (Well, there's always ER....)
:: The theme of The Enemy at Home, as in so many conservative tracts, is that whatever goes wrong, liberals and liberalism are always the ones at fault.
:: Sunday evenings are the worst time of the week.
:: Finally, I'd rather carry one grateful passenger than 300 pissed-off ones. (New blog, by Jayne's husband. Found it when I saw that Jayne has shamelessly pilfered my Sentential Links series for a series of her own! Betrayer most foul!)
:: Nebraska is not exactly a style paradise, but the one thing you learn if you’re born there is that overalls are almost always sexy. (While I myself am an effective counterexample to this hypothesis, I certainly agree with the sentiment where the womenfolk are concerned.)
All for this week. Tune in next week to hear....