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Links for today (and I'm not breaking my own rules about political posts because the first two links are satirical and at this point only satire is appropriate):
Transformer Trump. The video, which isn't authentically Japanese but ought to be, has gone viral.
Letters to Hillary.
Remembering Professor James Campbell.
Many people are donnish. But there was nothing -ish about James’s donnery. He smoked a pipe until he was seventy. He liked a drink before, during and after tutorials (a "swift half" before Hall was not always swift and not always a half). He could be madly disorganized - one former student reported seeing his unmarked essay on James’s floor many years after he had graduated. He never learnt to drive and he never used a computer - after the typewriter he liked became obsolete all his essays were written by hand. He was intensely myopic and could use his jam-jar glasses to dramatic effect. He needed very little sleep - one friend who holidayed with him reported waking up in their Moscow hotel room in the small hours to find him reading the works of the soviet geochemist Vernadsky and puffing on cheap Russian tobacco. He was deeply loyal to his Oxford College, Worcester, which had made him a Fellow when he was twenty-two; he stayed there for forty-two years, never completing a doctorate and migrating straight from "Mr" to "Professor". He was a bachelor until his seventies, when he became a happily married man.
I knew someone very much like him. That breed is gone.
Sadness and Awe Mix. The first video is unavailable (at least here). The rest are, well, sadness and awe. House of Flying Daggers!
If you only watch one video, watch Amjad Sabri.
Transformer Trump. The video, which isn't authentically Japanese but ought to be, has gone viral.
Letters to Hillary.
Remembering Professor James Campbell.
Many people are donnish. But there was nothing -ish about James’s donnery. He smoked a pipe until he was seventy. He liked a drink before, during and after tutorials (a "swift half" before Hall was not always swift and not always a half). He could be madly disorganized - one former student reported seeing his unmarked essay on James’s floor many years after he had graduated. He never learnt to drive and he never used a computer - after the typewriter he liked became obsolete all his essays were written by hand. He was intensely myopic and could use his jam-jar glasses to dramatic effect. He needed very little sleep - one friend who holidayed with him reported waking up in their Moscow hotel room in the small hours to find him reading the works of the soviet geochemist Vernadsky and puffing on cheap Russian tobacco. He was deeply loyal to his Oxford College, Worcester, which had made him a Fellow when he was twenty-two; he stayed there for forty-two years, never completing a doctorate and migrating straight from "Mr" to "Professor". He was a bachelor until his seventies, when he became a happily married man.
I knew someone very much like him. That breed is gone.
Sadness and Awe Mix. The first video is unavailable (at least here). The rest are, well, sadness and awe. House of Flying Daggers!
Click to viewIf you only watch one video, watch Amjad Sabri.