I'm a lasagna boy!

In praise of this man

Astroland

Some photographs of Astroland, being dismantled and packed in to shipping containers.

In which we pour a Pernod on the kerb

The New York Times sounds the death knell for the French café: In 1960, France had 200,000 cafes, said Bernard Quartier, president of the National Federation of Cafes, Brasseries and Discotheques. Now it has fewer than 41,500, with an average of two closing every day.

In Paris, Bernard Picolet, 60, is the owner of Aux Amis du Beaujolais, which his family started in 1921 on Rue de Berri. “The way of life has changed,” he said. “The French are no longer eating and drinking like the French. They are eating and drinking like the Anglo-Saxons,” the British and the Americans.

“They eat less and spend less time at it,” Mr. Picolet said.

People grab a sandwich at lunchtime and eat as they walk or sit at their desks. They stand in line to buy prepackaged espresso sachets, to drink coffee at home ....

In which we have never fed a flea*

* that's a waiter joke

In which we bomb the base

Witchi Tai To

Witchi Tai To.

WITCHI-TIE-TO, GIMEE RAH
WHOA RAH NEEKO, WHOA RAH NEEKO
HEY NEY, HEY NEY, NO WAY

WITCHI-TIE-TO, GIMEE RAH
WHOA RAH NEEKO, WHOA RAH NEEKO
HEY NEY, HEY NEY, NO WAY

In which we have already forgotten

In defense of levers

Richard Hayes has a good piece on the reliability and accuracy of mechanical voting machines.

In which we choose honesty over bribery

The New York Times" has some coverage of Rachel Trachtenburg's testimony.