Another set of reviews from my mediocre film blog. Waste time discussing as you like. Films since the last update: Navy Blue Days, Pembroke and Rock, 1925--Stan Laurel running around a Latin American port looking for lovin'. Fooling Casper, Montgomery, 1928--Lame adaptation of a popular comic...
I'm on ur blog, makin' ur listicles: Bombers are the essence of strategic airpower. While fighters have often been important to air forces, it was the promise of the heavy.
As we reach the centennial of World War I's commencement, it's hard for me to see it as anything but one of the stupidest events in modern history. And I.
[Many readers will be familiar with Michael Bérubé -- distinguished scholar and author, outgoing Grand Poobah of the MLA, blogger emeritus, and no relation to the Bérubé doing a surprisingly decent job coaching the Flyers and sadly probably the best player the Flames received in exchange...
I used to think opossums were kind of nasty. It's not their fault, they are just kind of ugly. Then I was walking on the campus of the University of.
I have no idea whether this is real, but it most certainly is awesome. Posted by permission of author, who "would also love to discuss Benghazi" with me: My Father,.
I was a bit surprised to get some pushback on the notion that deep bore tunnel project in Seattle was a terrible idea in my previous post on the subject. I think I can see where it comes from psychologically--the viaduct, while ugly and extremely unsafe...
While we all know of the environmental disaster that is China and the huge problems the Chinese government has had in managing that pollution, especially given the emphasis it places.
It's a "joke," but it reflects the very real belief that the only problem with race in America is white people being falsely accused of racism.
Back in the Gilded Age, every strike, every worker movement, every bit of organizing was seen by the plutocrats as the coming of a revolution that would kill them all. See the response to the Tompkins Square unemployment marches, which the rich saw as the Paris...
I saw Lonnie Holley open for Bill Callahan in October. I had never heard of him before. I looked him up and found out he was some kind of artist.
Hundreds of years from now, after disease and fire and famine have thinned the human herd to a shrunken patchwork of sagging, skeletal bands of jagged, half-mad wraiths — when.