Tainted Love (80s)
Niche well known, at least! And he lived on cape cod, so regionally even better known (and yet more treasured?) Beardsley is a decent comparison, though Gorey’s work is gentler, and less dom-sub-y and with zero overt sexuality (of any flavor).
That’s what the “predicted range” feature is for. Some newer combustion and hybrid cars have something similar, to predict range until you need to fill up; running the A/C at full blast will take your milage way down with a combustion car, too.
Recent trip to Colorado reminded me that EV’s are just as powerful at 10,000 feet as at sea level. Lost a lot more time poking along behind the gassers, than charging.
Go back 100 years, and you’ll find this same cartoon, except with a horse drawn cart pulling the newfangled combustion engine car.
Bourbaki panorama is A+++!
The Swiss police / courts finally lowered the boom on the soccer (“foot”) fiefdom of two very powerful people.
I’m pretty shocked at the number of people who seem thrilled at the idea that a 20 year old should be free to invite an any friend, let alone one who’s armed, onto school grounds and into contact with kids, because “i know them” and “but they’re cool” and “the kids were into it.” I find this story line horrific, frankly.
Sure enough true. But…it’s not just the after-death response that’s unequal; it’s also everything that leads up to that point. Having tens of thousands of internet followers before the death is (separately) something that’s more easily reachable by some people (those considered conventionally photogenic, those used to plenty of internet access, those who believe there’s cultural space for their self-promotion) than others. Sure, I’d rather have a handful of excellent friends than 30,000 people who feel they know me…but 30,000 people who notice and care whether I drop off the planet are a formidable force.
But useful as it might be for each of us be followed by (say) a thousand people…nobody has the time or mental bandwidth to follow 1000 people in return. And THAT is yet another part of the recipe for inequality.
From the very end of the 20-year peroid when pittsburg(h) was missing the final “h”!