Eddie Pensier writes:

A French Martini (vodka, Chambord, and pineapple juice) and a Hemingway (rum, grapefruit juice, and lime) at Miller’s Bar, Wabash Street, Chicago
Eddie Pensier writes:

A French Martini (vodka, Chambord, and pineapple juice) and a Hemingway (rum, grapefruit juice, and lime) at Miller’s Bar, Wabash Street, Chicago
Glynn Marshes writes:
I find this heartening. In an op-ed on France for the LA Times, Pascal Bruckner cites fear as one of the most significant factor’s in that country’s unsettling decline.
For the French have become afraid of everything: the world, poverty, globalization, Islam, capitalism, global warming, natural catastrophes — and even, to borrow an American phrase, fear itself.
Not just France, but here in America, too, we’re being told constantly that we’re under threat from these horrible (and always abstract) monsters.
It’s enervating. It’s physically and emotionally and spiritually depleting. Especially when you’re left with few or no options to take personal action of some kind . . .
No wonder the people who can are emigrating from France, and ones who can’t are turning to to psychotropic drugs/tranquilizers.
It would be a very good thing if our so-called “elites” took notice of this. Although I suppose even if they did, they wouldn’t change their ways. Fear-mongering is such an easy short-cut to power . . .
Sax von Stroheim writes:
The sedentary lifestyle of farming allowed a vast elaboration of material culture. Food, shelter, and artifacts no longer had to be portable. Births could be spaced closer together, since mothers didn’t have to continuously carry small children. Food was now storable, unlike the typical products of foraging, and storable food could be stolen. For the first time, humans could begin to accumulate wealth. This allowed for nonproductive elites, which had been impossible among hunter-gatherers. We emphasize that these elites were not formed in response to some societal need: They took over because they could.
–Gregory Cochran and Henry Harpending, The 10,000 Year Explosion
Blowhard, Esq. writes:
Catching a show at the Pantages? Cocktails first at the Frolic Room.
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Fabrizio del Wrongo writes:
Blowhard, Esq. writes:
One of the nice consequences of the vinyl resurgence is that, as people sell their old collections, there’s a lot of cheap stock out there. For every coveted first pressing of a hip Miles Davis album there’s 500 copies of some 70s Osmonds corniness that can be had for next to nothing. While musically these discs might be average to poor, many of them (especially the pre- or non-rock genres), have a lot of visual charm and interest. Because this stuff can be had for $5 and under, it makes for a fun and cheap hobby. For example, the one above cost $2. I hope to share more in the coming weeks.
Have any of you gotten swept up in the LP revival?
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epiminondas writes:
It’s no secret that many of us have a visceral dislike of bankers and banking. And some of us have fantasized about burning down a few banks…along with the bankers inside. As an alternative to such delights, here is someone who suggests that eliminating banks and replacing them with software is quite achievable. We can only hope.
Blowhard, Esq. writes:
Blowhard, Esq. writes:
When Taschen editor Dian Hanson needed the perfect booty for the cover of the book you see above, she choose Alexis Texas. Texas, a well-known porn star, probably needs no introduction for the rump-centric among you. She has performed in hundreds of hardcore scenes, virtually all of which prominently feature her callipygian derrière. But hey, why shouldn’t they? Her ass is one of the wonders of the modern world. Thankfully she’s also an enthusiastic performer, with just the right amount of white trash naughtiness to temper her sunny bleached-blonde looks. Tumblr is full of GIFs and you can find plenty of her scenes at the usual places.
Content below the jump is NSFW. Happy Friday.