- Firstly, a Public Service Announcement. Long-time residents of the Metropolis know first-hand that using or even just glancing at a smart phone instantly drops the IQ of subway riders and eliminates all spatial self-awareness. Just today, your humble correspondent noticed two addicts who didn't even exit the station before getting their fix, instead deciding to stand motionless in the stairwell with Zen-like detachment, swiping away at Tinder. Please, for the love of all that is Holy, wait two seconds to upload your pics of #your #subway #ride #yolo until you are out fully out of the subway station.
- Some weekend reading: Anthony Lane's review of the latest YA movie, If I Stay, offers some chuckles as well as insightful commentary on the present John-Green-ification of movies and literature. Masha Gessen examines the roots of Russia's declining population, a nearly 50 year trend that shows little sign of reversing.
- I've often found writing a rather dry activity. In the spirit of gallipot-ism and quackery of all sorts, I would like to offer one of my personal dryness remedy, in the hope that it will enhance your reading experience as much as it has my writing.
- Saratoga Cocktail: Take two dashes Angostura, one oz brandy, ditto rye whiskey, ditto sweet vermouth. Shake with ice, strain, and serve with small lemon slice.
- My favorite "Waking up Saturday morning after a long Friday night" song.
| The crowd at Saratoga Race Track, 1865 |
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