As my first week as a guardian of law and order comes to a close, I am delighted to report that the Metropolis remains protected from the depredations of the criminal underworld. Of course, I scheduled this post to go up last night, so right now I am probably still in court, and events could be transpiring to make a mockery of my first sentence. In which case, you should probably turn on the news to see the riot at the courthouse, but otherwise, read on for this week's Odds & Sods.
A triptych of the way we live now, financial edition: Paul Krugman on how proposed fixes to the post-crisis economy resemble the Restoration Bourbons in learning nothing, an example of what it is, exactly, the rich spend all their money on, and a profile in the moral cowardice of the people who make that money for them.
While talking a stroll during my court-approved lunch break, I stumbled across this little piece of Metropolitan history. Surrounded by the capitalistic timelessness of Chipotle, Starbucks, and the like, I was surprised but grateful to find this coelacanth-like survival.
This weeks song is one with some personal history for me and is also surprisingly relevant when being asked to meditate for an extended period on questions of guilt and innocence.
And as always, this week's remedy, the Sherry Cobbler: Add 4 oz of Sherry in glass, ice, 1 tbs sugar, and orange slices to cocktail shaker, shake vigorously, pour into tall glass, garnish with fruits in season.
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