Tag Archives: The New Yorker
the sun king redux
With cabinet selection still underway, previous hiring decisions during the president’s business career can provide some illumination into his selection criteria. And if a 24-year-old kid with no horticultural experience can end up working as Trump’s landscape architect, you might … Continue reading
This is no game
(This piece by Jack Handey, which appeared in The New Yorker January 9, 2006, made us laugh just as hard again this morning. Thank you, Mr. Handey!) This is no game. You might think this is a game, but, trust … Continue reading
Coronilla valentina
Now that we all have a new phrase in our meteorology lexicon (“polar vortex”)*, it’s time to entertain our cold-blasted friends with talk of plants from warmer climes. Along with the unexpected germination of several triangle palm seeds (Dypsis decaryi), … Continue reading
clippings 9/30/13
While on the subject of concrete, precast manhole covers, stacked. I prefer to have a day’s worth of concrete projects if I’m going to drag all that mess out. Found at BHG here, but the link loads slow. I was … Continue reading
Ethan Hawke fondles switchgrass at the High Line
There’s an attention grabber. No, that’s not a recent tabloid headline and, yes, I am being facetious, but I find it amazing that the High Line (and switchgrass!) is casually slipped into a bit of puffery about the current goings-on … Continue reading
Habituation
Every so often I come across a word that tunnels straight into the murky recesses, boring into that dank station in the brain where rusty thoughts rumble around and bang like aimless cars in a railyard. Thoughts with otherwise no … Continue reading