The Shallow Men

I do try to keep my attention turned away from the current giants of white men mediocrity who have built empires talking gibberished nonsense into the moral vacuum of social media. Those well-compensated yet still aggrieved guys bearing a bone to pick with the de-masculinized, nonbinary, darkening direction modern society seems to be headed in. The Snake Oil Salesmen 2.0. Continue reading

Guillotines & Kulaks

I don’t know how to process last week’s New Yorker article by Evan Osnos, The Haves and Have-Yachts. In my day, the well-to-do were satisfied sharing nautical space with a handful of their social inferiors on the most basic of three-hour tours. Although, it is true, they were just millionaires, and the wife.

Now it’s all about billionaires, their Pomeranians and superyachts. Continue reading

… and the living is queasy.

Allow me to bad Seinfeld for a moment:

What’s the deal with midsummer anyway? Midsummer festivals always happen in June! June’s not even summer until right near the end! June’s like three-quarters spring! How can it be mid anything?!

I’m sure there’s some olde Norse pagan language reason for the word ‘mid’ here meaning, I don’t know, ‘to be on the brink of’, but to these fairly modern ears, mid’s in the middle, in the midst of. By that reasoning, midsummer and all its attendant festivities should start to happen around about now, some six weeks into a twelve-week season. The end of July, early August. Continue reading