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Posts by Lamont Cranston:
- 2011: War on Women.
- Say NO to Internet censorship.
- Here We Go: Romney Has Millions of Dollars Parked Offshore.
- Obama airs first ad in Virginia.
- Stubborn Facts.
- How to Argue About Politics.
- ABCnews Blotter.
- The Book of Jobs.
- Andrew Sullivan: How Obama’s Long Game Will Outsmart His Critics.
- And the Word of the Year Is…
- Occupy Oakland Walks Picket Line Supporting American Licorice Strikers.
- My Guantánamo Nightmare.
- Hastle Me.
- Union Jack Newspaper.
- Transact Socially.
- Lying for the Lord.
- One Pissed Off Liberal.
- TSA Top 10 Good Catches of 2011.
- How to Clone Mineral Water.
- The Ten Dogmas of Determinism.
- Gayest Cities in America, 2012.
- Revolver Maps.
- How Austerity Is Killing Europe.
- In praise of a second (or third) passport.
- Find your philosophy quiz.
- Media Myth Alert.
- I Love Charts.
- Where Minarchists Fear to Tread, Part 2.
- Visual History of Financial Crises.
- Joseph’s Blog: The Carin’ Carpenter.
- Licking Lechers.
- Experts Baffled by Mysterious Underground Chambers.
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It is the morning of October 3rd. As I have for the past more than forty October 3rds, I take from the cupboard a special kind of candle and light it. As I do so, I think about my father. It was in the early morning hours of October 3, 1967, in a hospital in Minneapolis, that my father died. It was a great loss. He was not yet 49, I was 21, and his death came way too soon for me to be done needing him. The candle burning on my countertop is called a yahrzeit candle. (yahrzeit literally means “year-time.”) Bur Read on →
The tiny old man wheezed and warned me to leave him alone since he was just looking for a wall to lean against. He was an examination of human frailty, revealed in blurred and jagged fragments. He told me to beware of joy. Thus ended another of my dreams that left me a bit shaken and in need of understanding. In some of my dreams, such as this one, everything is frequently miniaturized and even immaterial as if -- in the words of Patrick Modiano, this year's winner of the Nobel Prize for literature -- "to suggest that any visions, grand or Read on →
She told her joke by asking, “What is black and yellow and goes zub, zub, zub?” Of course, the answer is a bee going in reverse. Thus we rode this joke off into another round of high-energy talking, joking, and drinking some less than satin wine. If I were to compare her to some famous author, perhaps the Nobel-prize winning Doris Lessing would come to mind. She’s funny, yet serious at the same time. She’s a loving mother and grandmother, yet has a life of her own and has mastered how to sail through the narrows and out into the sea. She seems to Read on →
When you get interested in painting you naturally look around to see what others who got this bug have done. Finding out what painters are doing in the U.S. today is like listening to rock on the radio. You have to wade through a lot of “forgettables” before you hear one that will be an “oldie” in ten years. Museums show oldies. Most of their collections have been filtered. The forgettables have been thrown out. On this painting journey you will run across an opinion that painting is dead, irrelevant, old paradigm. You can ignore that, and be sure you will en Read on →