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WITH 5 DAYS TO GO, thanks to generosity of 16 more donors since yesterday, we have now raised £16,691 with £8,309 left to find to reach our target of £25,000 to publish WOMEN AT WORK, Sarah Ainslie’s East End Portraits 1992-2025. CLICK...
I don’t know why but in the last week I’ve seen multiple people treat experimental art like vegetables you must eat before you can engage in discourse or interact with “the fun stuff” and I’m so tired of it. It’s boring and frequently...
What does it actually take for a strategic intent to survive contact with the business that must implement it?In this episode of On the Subject of Leadership, I speak with Pascal Uerlings, co-founder and Chief Revenue Officer of J4RVIS,...
The Weird Soul of Placeless America I can’t remember how I found “American Diner Gothic” but anything with a tagline like “In the 2020s, the weird soul of placeless America is being born on Discord servers” will at least tickle my...
Graduation, Part 2 My son and his fiancé graduated from Murray State University on Saturday. We traveled up on Thursday so that we could help him move out on Friday. After the hard work on Friday, we were able to enjoy the day on...
The horror/disaster comedy about fish eating a lake full of horny college students proves that there is such a thing as being too self-aware
Seen this morning on a walk down Rock Creek and the Potomac. DC is closer to nature than most people imagine.
One night I was inspired by a video I saw (which of course I can’t find because I don’t remember what was in the video) and I wrote this, I journal. I journal to remember. I journal to remember the past. I journal to remember not only...
Patrick Joyce, Remembering Peasants: How little we know about these bodies, these bodies that do the eating! Our ignorance is fed by our assumption that peasant bodies were the same as our bodies. They were not. The difference can be...
"I’ve always used music as a crowbar to access emotions that I usually hide from myself. As a teenager, I remember lying in the bathtub and listening to Radiohead while dribbling water down my cheeks pretending I was crying. When I was...
Peace…
Patrick Joyce, Remembering Peasants: And here we might step back a moment and consider that something of great weight may be going on here, with this matter of the morality of ordinary life, and with the word ‘grace’ in particular. For a...
Opening Day on the IMS oval did not disappoint. I arrived around 12:30, and it was sunny and just a little cool. As I went out to meet up with my friend Paul Dalbey and his son, Jack; I decided I would keep my jacket on. That was a big...