They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them. We will remember them.


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Von Mitts is gone, alas.

Good Night, Sweet Prince; And Flights of Angels Sing Thee To Thy Rest.

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1. Bruce Springsteen cannot sing. Never could, still can't. He's America's leading purveyor of sentimental, bogus we-are-the-people pseudo-working class self-dramatizing musical mush. He's Pete Seeger without the honest Stalinism, Elvis Costello without the wit and intelligence, Johnny Cash without the hard, bitter experience. He's a beer ad's idea ( Read more... )

I have two housemates. One (#1) is a close to a total social recluse. He's a very bright guy, fundamentally decent and responsible--more so than I am, actually. Yet he's almost pathologically shy, and has even worse fortune with women than I do (which is saying a good deal). Anyhoo, he has at last had a change in fortunes and tonight he brings a ( Read more... )

I'm now teaching a course in the Second World War. My first objective is to scare the hell out of the students and make them realize the whole thing wasn't a movie. Unfortunately, I'm not allowed to make them dig ditches in the rain, carry 60-pound packs up a mountain in the dark, or crap in holes. Nor can I fire a gun over their heads, or drop ( Read more... )

Twenty Four Reasons Why There is Less to This Than Meets the Eye
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