Everything I've needed to know in life I've learned from cartoons. Professor: Don't run headlong at this cup to drink it! You'll just splatter, limbs pointing in all directions on the brick wall. Only the clever protagonist can take the cup off the wall and drink from it.
For a minute I was in Federalist 51, but your Madison is a city. I took a moment to look at three articles you wrote here as I visited today on the Bob Dylan news and you had written handily about his pantheon of personal spirits in 2004; it is nice of Google to link to your prior authorship; it remains timely.
I will provide a link to your thread on Dylan, here; I sent you some outtakes a published author forwarded to me yesterday on a topic similar to yours in 2004.
On your recent explorations of cigar manufacture, labor law, the leisure conundrum, and coffee as solvent for all human endeavors as imaged in the intellect, I offer the following link to a neat audio clip describing how in times before the din of the a.m. radio in American production line departments there was a work title called reader. In the linked clip, the NPR interviewee describes workers avidly listening to the great novelists, as they fabricated cigars. The NPR audio is described in a short precis here, and that site links thru to the actual narrative/interview which aired 1999. John L.
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I really do like your pictures. Is it safe to say that this drawing is on the side of an actual coffeehouse?
Thanks. Yeah. Madisonians can probably easily tell which one.
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Everything I've needed to know in life I've learned from cartoons. Professor: Don't run headlong at this cup to drink it! You'll just splatter, limbs pointing in all directions on the brick wall. Only the clever protagonist can take the cup off the wall and drink from it.
For a minute I was in Federalist 51, but your Madison is a city. I took a moment to look at three articles you wrote here as I visited today on the Bob Dylan news and you had written handily about his pantheon of personal spirits in 2004; it is nice of Google to link to your prior authorship; it remains timely.
I will provide a link to your thread on Dylan, here; I sent you some outtakes a published author forwarded to me yesterday on a topic similar to yours in 2004.
On your recent explorations of cigar manufacture, labor law, the leisure conundrum, and coffee as solvent for all human endeavors as imaged in the intellect, I offer the following link to a neat audio clip describing how in times before the din of the a.m. radio in American production line departments there was a work title called reader. In the linked clip, the NPR interviewee describes workers avidly listening to the great novelists, as they fabricated cigars. The NPR audio is described in a short precis here, and that site links thru to the actual narrative/interview which aired 1999.
John L.
Thanks, John. I remember hearing that on NPR a while back. It's very interesting. Lutz's op-ed made me think about it too.
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