Best opening sentence to an article in a long time: The tenderness of the delicate American buttock from The Guardian

"The tenderness of the delicate American buttock is causing more environmental devastation than the country's love of gas-guzzling cars, fast food or McMansions, according to green campaigners."

Wonderful. I love the not-so-tongue-in-cheek comment here.

Here's the full article.

Where is our intelligentsia? Where is our lost generation going to alight?

Where?

If we are the lost generation, then why can't we be lost together? So who will climb out of the dregs and drugery of despair and find the place to sit and grin and collect more grinners, who have no need for affected poverty or disadvantage?

Songs I seem to always hear while drinking at bars: Fleetwood Mac's "Dream"

 

My most recent trips to the bar have developed an internal pattern of their own. One element of this pattern is the songs that seem to always play while I sit and drink. One of these is Fleetwood Mac's "Dream."

I suppose this is a standard jukebox playing song, but this song makes its appearance with such regularity as to suggest an orchestrated sagacity on the part of the muses, or the bartender, or the dj.