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The Sound of the Starting Gun
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Stuck in the Middle with You
I’d have used the other part of the lyric, but I already did that, as a post title, some time ago there. Anyway, it’s about three in the morning and I’m not getting anywhere. Our downstairs air conditioner, the great big one, died the day before yesterday, and I’ve learned a couple of things. First…
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Harpsichords
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By The Way…
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Living With Art
So, it’s some ridiculous hour of the morning, and I’m a complete mess, having been woken up at two–again–and unable to go back to sleep. But let me make a few notes here. First, there’s this link http://www.wga.hu/support/viewer/z.html which, with any luck, will work. It’s of the Piccolomini Library in Siena. And no, I don’t…
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The Mathematics of Art
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Ahem, Part 2
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Lucky
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Undiminished Expectations
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Thunder Only Happens When It’s Raining
Or, you know, something. Or maybe not. I’ve got to say that the range of comments interested me yesterday. I’m not much interested in plastic surgery or in crones, to tell you the truth. I’ve been in and out of academia long enough to have encountered the whole academic feminist crone thing, and the word…