• Pink Moon

  • I Can’t Stop Loving You

    Rewatching, and loving, Ken Burns' “Country Music,” Episode 4: “I Can’t Stop Loving You.” It’s gotten a little dusty in here a few times.

    Ray Charles, backlit at the piano singing into a mircrophone

    Modern Sounds, indeed. Thank you, Mr. Charles.

  • Walt Whitman: Democratic Vistas:

    Of all the dangers to a nation as things exist in our day, there can be no greater one than having certain portions of the people set off from the rest by a line drawn–they not privileged as others, but degraded, humiliated, made of no account.

    Plus ça change…

  • Chili Dog Day

    Looking through windows at bare trees dusted with snow; a small dog sits in shadow on a tan couch in front of the windows
  • The Winter Garden, Regents Park

    More from Spitalfields Life

  • Ringo at Eighty-four

    Here’s a thoughtful and appreciative review of a new(!) album of all-new country songs by Ringo Starr. Some remind me a little of Nick Lowe.

  • Linky Goals

    @simonwillison.net says,

    I wish people would post more links to interesting things ... Sharing interesting links with commentary is a low effort, high value way to contribute to internet life at large.

    That sounds right. I'll make that a goal for this year, and I'll start with Simon's (may I call you Simon?), "My approach to running a link blog." His custom-built image-size reducer is a real gift.

  • Yuck

    Ted Gioia:

    Few things are more distressing than praise lavished on irredeemable ugliness.

    At the risk of becoming a yeller-at-clouds, I fret about this in our current media environment: The Joker, American Horror Story, Saw (I, II, III, IV, V, VI, 3D), etc. This can’t be a sign of cultural health, right? (But, it’s an old story: Milton’s Satan as the anti-hero of “Paradise Lost,” for example.)

  • Coherence

    A couple of years ago, @ayjay’s Breaking Bread With the Dead. Today, Lewis Hyde’s The Gift:

    … art is not confined by time. Just as material gifts establish and maintain the collective in social life, so the gifts of imagination, as long as they are treated as such, will contribute toward those collectives we call culture and tradition. This commerce is one of the few ways by which the dead may inform the living and the living preserve the spiritual treasures of the past. To have the works of the past come to life in the active imagination is what it means “to have gathered from the air a live tradition,” to use Ezra Pound’s wonderful phrase. Moreover, as a commerce of gifts allows us to give more than we have been given, so those who participate in a live tradition are drawn into a life higher than that to which they have been born. Bestowed from the dead to the living and from the living to the unborn, our gifts grow invisibly among us to sustain each man and woman above the imperfections of state and age.

  • Hot Stuff

    From the incomparable Spitalfields Life: a collector’s collection.

    A matchbox cover showing 18C boy in blue blowing a horn
  • Noice, Abe

    Hard to imagine a sweeter time than the Sunday afternoon between Christmas and New Year listening to “My Bar’s Jukebox” and enjoying local IPAs in the backyard on a sunny 67(F)-degree day with my associate.

    A small dog with curly fur stands on a patio next to an outdoor table and a large planter with flowers.
  • Begin with the Heartbreak

    Russell Moore (italics mine):

    On the other side of the sword that cuts through Mary’s heart at the cross (or those that cut off the martyr’s heads in first-century Rome), there’s a weight of glory that cannot be described adequately with words. We can free ourselves to risk heartbrokenness because a broken heart is the beginning of the story, not the end.

  • Grade-A stocking stuffer

    A toy shaped like a dog, with an accordion-fold torso allowing odd shapes
  • Two-dog Christmas

    Auto-generated description: A person with glasses sits on a red chair, smiling and holding a fluffy dog, with another dog wearing a sweater standing on the couch in the background.
  • A Christmas Carol, Sung to the King in the Presence at White-Hall

    Robert Herrick:

    The darling of the world is come,
    And, fit it is, we find a room
    To welcome Him. The nobler part
    Of all the house here, is the heart …

    Merry Christmas!

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