Nothing really stands out, which seems a bit odd. Neither positive nor negative, just chugging along.
See, this is what happens when you procrastinate.
I've been putting off reviewing Cahokia Jazz, which I finished a couple of months ago, because I wanted to tie it in to knowing a teeny bit about Cahokia from The Dawn of Everything and my subsequent discovery of Red Plenty, also by Francis S...
One reason I enjoy trawling through my various social feeds is that it exposes me to stuff I am interested in and might not otherwise find, even without the help of an algorithm. The past couple of days that happened in spades.
First, John Gordon mentioned the Tourbon canvas & leather bicycle bi...
Page 249 of the 250-page Leuchtturm 1917 A5 notebook, which I think of as the hub of my paper-based life, beckons. There’s a fresh spare on the shelf, still shrink wrapped, so I’m calm, but I’m also conscious that I am deluding myself about its centrality.