Today, George Eliot’s birthday, let us pay tribute to the sad chapter in our collective history when, in 2012, someone stole the author’s portable writing desk from the Nuneaton Museum and Art Gallery in Warwickshire. Having seen no updates in the ensuing year, we are left to assume that both thief and papier-mâché secretaire are still at large, and that some greedy literary mogul is gazing upon it as we speak. But as Miss Evans herself might have said, “It is surely better to pardon too much, than to condemn too much.” May it bring inspiration.
Full disclosure: my wife works at CMS (and this post is entirely my views, not hers), I worked on the president’s re-election campaign, and politically, I wish to see the PPACA law in general and the new marketplaces specifically succeed.
This has been an important week in the history of health…
That’s how privilege works, as I’ve argued. The privileged imagine it to be an intrinsic part of the enterprise they’re engaged in, so that when the privilege goes, the enterprise goes with it too. And so the privileged freak: not just for themselves, but for all of humanity.
In Ben Marcin’s photo series Last House Standing, the self-taught Baltimore photographer highlights the forgotten solo row house, “not only in their ghostly beauty,” according to Marcin, “but in their odd placement in the urban landscape. Often three stories high, they were clearly not designed to stand alone like this.”
Why are they allowed to remain upright? Many of these “last house standing” are still occupied.
It’s been said that, given enough time, a million monkeys at typewriters would eventually, randomly, type the works of Shakespeare. It’s just a way of saying that mathematically, given infinite possibilities, eventually everything will happen. But I’ve always wanted it literally to be true….