The Stack

“Mommy, what is this in the picture?”

“It’s a train.”

“No, Mommy! This isn’t a train. It doesn’t have a stack, see?”

Bed Talk

So, folks, help me solve a mystery that’s been haunting me for years. Look at this bed:

I go to the store to admire this beautiful blanket. Or what do you call it, duvet? It looks great. But here’s my question. How do you wash it? It’s obviously not meant to go in a duvet cover. But then how do you get it clean? Do you stuck it in the washer once a week?

The beautiful gray thing with flounces is not detachable, I checked. And all of the display beds have this type of duvet, so I’m guessing it’s used a lot.

A Hidden Gem

But it’s not a total waste because I did find a good article on VS Naipaul, one of the greatest writers of the twentieth century who died recently:

I returned again and again to his work because I felt his version of my places — India and Pakistan — harsh as it was, restored a kind of autonomy. At a time when post-colonial studies was feeding us a great deal of comforting babble, Mr. Naipaul’s writing helped us take ownership of our past.


Here are some quotes from different articles in today’s NYTIMES:

For 4,000 years, the Jewish people were seen as the world’s moral compass.

“Welcome to the Resistance, Omarosa.”

“We are merging with robots. That’s a good thing. What does it mean to live in this kind of emerging world? It is to live in a world marked more by possibility, fluidity, change and negotiability than by outdated images of fixed natures and capacities. This is a world of remarkable personal and social possibility. Sharing and group solidarity are now easier than ever before, and the communal mapping of new electronic trails is enabling multiple once-hidden demographics to command social, commercial and political respect.”

These are random articles on a random day. The amount of sheer ridiculousness is staggering.