It’s been an interesting trip here to Jaw-ja, I must admit. The car rental guy took a liking to me (god knows why) and upgraded me to a Mercedes. Had a decent dinner at a Turkish restaurant courtesy of the company that brought me out here. Walked around the neighborhood between downpours; it’s suitably near-suburbs city-edge bland. My hotel room smelled like a syphilitic hobo with massive intestinal blockage had just been detonated. The nice people moved me but made the mistake of asking me what the odor smelled like, and I spared them nothing in the description.

Anyway, from my only-from-me smelling room, birthdays abound and I’m bringin’ ’em, including a guy who made lots of dollars; another guy who made lots of dough; a guy with a black, black heart; a guy who did not kill Spider Sabich; a congresswoman even more viciously stupid than Hank Johnson; a guy famous for pointlessly driving around in circles; a pioneer of academic thoughtcrime; a guy truly batshit crazy; a hilariously entertaining and transparent fraud; a very beddable woman; and a wonderful character actress from the best reality TV show ever.

And from there, we segue to a set of carefully handcrafted Links.

 

What the French need is common-sense hammer control regulation.

 

No Fun League.

 

Tales from academia. I hope this prof ends up owning USC after the lawsuits. Note that the usual suspects (AAUP, are you listening?) are offering no support.

 

While I have some sympathy, the practicalities here seem absolutely ripe for abuse.

 

We pray for the continued health of Joe Biden.

 

I’m sure this isn’t PR bullshit.

 

“If keeping me in this lucrative sinecure means killing people all over the world, well, it seems like a reasonable trade-off.”

 

The Old Man maintains that Gilmour, although hardly unknown, is under-regarded as a guitarist. Not flashy at all, just… perfect. And on one of the Great Songs of Rock Canon.