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Wes went to the Forbidden City in December.
It was cold.
It was really frikken' cold.
Wes' head was cold.
Wes' hands were cold.
Wes' feet were cold.
Wes was sad.
Then Wes went to the Heavenly Temple.
He went to buy some hot chocolate.
Maybe that would make him warm.
At the shop, Wes saw a hat.
"This is a great hat!" Wes said.
Wes said, "I will buy this hat!"
Wes bought the hat.
Soon, his head was warm.
Wes' hands were warm.
Wes' feet were warm.
Wes was…
"Write about me in your blog," she said, waving good-bye.
About five years ago, I walked out of our old 110 Fifth Avenue office and turned left onto 17th Street, where, continuing west, I'd soon meet Latarria Hardy for lunch at Maroon's. It was so hard to decide, but I had the baked catfish. Tari had the jerk chicken.
She was just starting with Primedia, and would be taking over our classified advertising. She would, in fact, be our Classified Ad Department. I'd be happily handing over to her all of Stereophile's very delicate accounts, making her familiar with the system,…
Because 100, would, like, be a cliché.
Via JA, who spotted it in The Lefsetz Newsletter.
Had James Clerk Maxwell lived to a ripe old age, might he have beaten Einstein to the theory of Relativity? Francis Everitt seems to lean that way.
Leaving that question aside, Maxwell's a pretty amazing fellow.
Glenn Miller Band with Dorothy Dandridge and the Nicholas Brothers.
This is guaranteed to put a smile on your face.
With every new video I see of the Nicholas Brothers, the more convinced I am that they were the greatest dancers to ever don tap shoes—they trump Astaire's natural elegance and Gene Kelly's athleticism.
Wowsers.
From Mikey Fremer comes Beyond the Pale's first music video. They aren't the first group I know of to compare Jewish liturgy and Rastafarian song (there's "By the Rivers of Babylon" of course), but this one's a goodie.