Weekend 488.0
(1) French President Emmanuel Macron Visits Notre Dame Cathedral, Two Years After Devastating Fire (YouTube) (2) Easter sermon from Father Neil at St. John’s
Category Archives: Weekend
Weekend 487.1
(1) Viacom/CBS, Inc. (NASDAQ:VIAC), a publicly traded company, goes full commie. Does anyone remember MomCorp from Futurama? >>> The Star Trek Communist Hopes Star Trek Can Inspire A Real Revolution Continue Reading →
Weekend 487.0 (XK-120)
(1) Let’s play 2400 A.D., a futuristic Ultima-like!
Weekend 486.3
“Eyes like starlight through the darkness…” A couple of days of walking and biking is like this song from Howard Jones beginning at 2:30. (1) The Four Seasons: Summer by Continue Reading →
Weekend 486.2 (LETSGO)
(1) I’m replaying 2400 AD by Chuck “Chuckles” Bueche. I’m using a IIe emulator called AppleWin (1.29.16.0). You can find the ROM Images on sites like ftp.apple.asimov.net. (1a) Matt Chat Continue Reading →
Weekend 486.1 (A Tale of Two Cities)
My morning ride was to central London (the area around Old Street) whilst my afternoon ride included the bucolic streets of Ham and the hills of Richmond Park. There’s a Continue Reading →
Easter 2021 (Born to see; meant to look)
I’ve been thinking about Pontius Pilate, the Centurion, and Joseph of Arimathea since Palm Sunday. I’ve written about Pilate before and think he’s one of the most tragic figures in Continue Reading →
Weekend 486.0
Post WWII Japan was initially a sandbox for progressives but thankfully history intervened. The parallels to the current situation in the US is startling as the excesses of democracy and Continue Reading →
Weekend 485.0
(1) A quote from How to Be Like Walt: Capturing the Disney Magic Every Day of your Life by Pat Williams with Jim Denney: “Walt Disney was a walking paradox. He was Continue Reading →
Weekend 484.1
(1) Feeling the strain: stress and anxiety weigh on world’s workers (Financial Times) (1a) Biden sleepwalks into a stagflation nightmare (Asia Times) (2) Brompton Bicycle “I’m getting on” by Antidote Continue Reading →