remember the à la mode.

Most of the brief and sideways-glancing observations that I have time to register can be dismissed as part of the vastly gratuitous work supplied by the information proletariat. It would seem entirely appropriate if the most frequently used word in blog titles were "rants," because such an explanation dovetails nicely with the particular energy expended by us nomademics - the impulse manifested in thinking that does not get annotated and channeled properly and therefore turns subjective and withers.

What this needs is the decision of the three-judges panel, their judgment we succumb to in the absence of a moral compass that decides whether it is reasonable to have sinewy dead Chinese dissidents advertise the commercial miracle of Bodies resurrected for the progressively new, while there is a serious debate about how we should not have flags raised at half-staff for the fallen and the declaration that "standards at Guantánamo rival or exceed those at similar institutions" counts as something worth contemplating.

I thought by now they'd have string quartets there to perform for the International Red Cross. And, in between, as the man says: We'll always have Perez, to cover the 30-mile DMZ of what really matters.


A salute here for the bark howl.

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