is it a pauline kael line about so-called machete art? all edge and no point? except abrams is more like butterknife art.
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seriously, how is he the kennedy boy to make it past 70? his destiny was to od at a ski resort in the late 90s. dumb, dumb world.
Thank you for posting this. Two years after my mom died from a long-term illness, my dad died unexpectedly when I was in my 20s. We never really connected well and she was our go-between, but now she was gone. Then one morning we were making breakfast together while I was home on a visit, and he just says out of the blue, "I couldn't get through this without you. Not everyone is lucky to be close to their children."
So, boom--it all clicked in place: his own dad was a real piece of shit and he was doing the best he could without any roadmap to follow other than a very painful example of what NOT to do. Honestly, I should have figured it out earlier but when you're a kid you overestimate how much adults are doing things because they "want to be this way" over not knowing any better. I miss him.
my guess is that it is no larger project, and certainly no deeply felt cause, other than stage setting for the next rounds of dem primaries. abundance + the gavin newsom podcast are establishing the guardrails for what the consultant class see as manageable, acceptable brands to sell.
I've also wanted ducks but have abstained for many of the reasons others have already posted.
If your priority is cuteness, have you looked into Japanese silkie chickens?
They're a common show breed that look like Dr Seuss creatures. Since they're popular with that crowd, you can often find breeders giving away excess birds that aren't up to the ridiculously high showing standards (i.e., a toenail may be too long or the coloring is less than symmetrical). They're small, social, and my experience with them is they have playful personalities and are all-around friendly little goofs.
christmas lima is a winner too
their lack--and hatred--of awe is breathtaking in its own right.
in early days of mcsweeney's, there was a writer (i wish i could remember his name) who had a recurring series documenting how past cultures adapted their metaphorical understanding of the human brain and consciousness based on the most important component of their economy. in an agrarian society, our thoughts were blossoms blooming from our tree brain. mercantilism and smithing meant our brains were now forges hammering out pure ideas. after the industrial revolution, voila--we're thinking machines gearing up notions at scale.
in almost every case, it was a sign of someone running away from any greater potential of human creativity. they crave to be caged. these dipshits are no different.