When in doubt, go with “Sophia: The Younger Years”, right?
Right?
Like an early-1960s Ferrari: always classic.
When in doubt, go with “Sophia: The Younger Years”, right?
Right?
Like an early-1960s Ferrari: always classic.
Beauty of the visual kind is always subjective and as such, therefore, there will always be differing opinions on the various kinds of beauty. I, for one, find the voluptuous Kelly Brook and Salma Hayek to be exquisite:
…whereas others may refute that, and prefer the more-slender silhouettes of Charlotte Hawkins and Nicole Kidman:
It’s not that I find the latter pair unattractive — not in the slightest — it’s just my preference is for the body shapes of Mlles Brook and Hayek.
In similar fashion, therefore, do I regard Insty’s comment about the Lamborghini Miura interesting:
“I think the Lamborghini Miura was the most beautiful car of its time, but a spoiler doesn’t make it prettier.”
(He’s talking about Liberty Walk’s version of the Miura, by the way, which I think is quite beautiful for a modern car despite the spoiler.)
But the Miura was made between 1966 and 1973, and in terms of beauty, it had some stiff competition in the beauty department during those seven years. Here’s the “traditional” Miura:
…which I agree is an absolute stunner. The 4-liter V-12 engine didn’t hurt, either.
Then again, if we’re looking at the 1966-1973 years, there’s my personal favorite, the Dino 246 GT:
…and also from that period, the Bizzarrini Strada / Spyder:
…not to mention the incomparable Jaguar E-type:
Okay, as far as I’m concerned that whole decade (1963 – 1972) was the golden age of automotive body design, and there is scarcely a car made back then that I wouldn’t take in a heartbeat.
All more beautiful than anything made so far in the 21st century — in my opinion.
But you all knew that already.
A few people have written to me, wanting to participate in the Jan 21 Real New Year ‘s Day Shoot. Here are the details:
Date / time: Tuesday Jan 21 — 10am
Venue: Texas Legends Gun Range (Allen TX)
Their only restriction is no aluminum cartridge casings (CCI Blazer, etc.). Also, once a gun is uncased in a lane, it has to stay there and may not be passed around (a sensible rule, I think).
All “new” shooters need to sign in and fill out the waivers, so if you’ve never shot at Legends before, you may want to arrive a little before 10am to register.
As for guns: we should probably stick to handguns / pistol-caliber rifles / AR-AK types. (“Long” / high-power rifles will need to use the 2-lane 50-yard rifle range.)
If you’re over 60, the range fee before lunch time is $14 / half-hour or so + 1 free target (hence the proposed meeting time). Excellent deal.
All interested parties are welcome, including girlfriends/wives/mistresses and adult children. Depending on the response, I may go ahead and reserve a set of lanes for us, so please drop me a note if you’re interested in joining in on the fun. I shouldn’t really have to remind anyone of this, but this is my “home” range, so best behavior and good shooting manners are required.
I myself will be bringing a couple of “interesting” guns, just for the general benefit, with “sufficient” ammo for their enjoyment. Feel free to do the same.
Over at Intellectual Takeout, John Horvat talks about bananas on walls:
My reasoning centers on a recent event in New York City in which the renowned Sotheby’s auction house sold a 2019 art piece dubbed “Comedian” by Maurizio Cattelan. The work consisted of a fresh banana duct-taped to the wall.
The bidding started at $800,000, and within five minutes, the item sold for $5.2 million plus auction house fees, which came to a total of $6.2 million. The new owner is Chinese-born crypto-businessman Justin Sun.
The actual banana cost thirty-five cents when bought in the morning at an Upper East Side fruit stand. The new owner will get a certificate of authenticity and installation instructions should he want to replace the banana before it rots. Mr. Sun has already announced that he will eat the original banana “as part of this unique artistic experience, honoring its place in both art history and popular culture.”
Commenting after the sale, Billy Cox, a Miami art dealer with his own copy of “Comedian,” says the work is something of historical importance that comes only “once or twice a century.”
Uh huh. Like the paint-splattered “art” of Jackson Pollock, to describe this as “art” at all, let alone something of “historical importance”, is to underline the folly of the so-called cultural elites and their absurd mania for post-modernist deconstructivism.
We are living in a society where certain liberal sectors inhabit an alternative reality where thirty-five-cent bananas are handled as multimillion-dollar works of art. The problem is that they want to force everyone else in society to believe their madness.
“Pull the other one” would be the obvious rejoinder. But Horvat takes it further:
The first are those who do not want to see the absurdity of the banana on the wall and dogmatize that it is art. They create their own reality and impose it on the nation.
The second group consists of those tired of being told a banana taped to the wall is art. They long to live in a world where art is art and bananas are bananas.
In the [2024] election, some of the latter group said, “Enough is enough.”
This reaction was not against a single banana on one wall.
You see, there is [also] the banana that claims a man is a woman and a woman is a man. Other bananas claim that people can choose their pronouns, pornography in libraries is literature, or that it is just fine for men to compete with women in sports. We are told drag queen story hours are suitable for children, after-school Satan Clubs are educational and it is not a human baby but a clump of cells.
It is all part of a vast banana extravaganza that we are asked to admire and make believe is the blueprint for a dream society.
Quite right. There’s only one thing to do when faced with these bananas:
yup. Dip them in boiling oil.
Generally speaking, I tend to be somewhat of a libertarian when it comes to banning stuff, because it either doesn’t work or else has the opposite effect to the stated goal by creating a “forbidden fruit” cachet around the thing.
However, when it comes to banning the chilluns from using their cell phones at school, I’m all over the idea, and here’s one reason why:
One of the first UK schools to ban mobile phones has revealed their pupils are now more sociable and involved in activities than ever before. 12 years ago Burnage Academy for Boys, in Greater Manchester, banned phones — with associate assistant head teacher Greg Morrison now saying that ban’s made a “big impact” in the school.
Phones are not allowed among pupils at any point — including break times — until the end of the school day.
Last year it was named UK Secondary School of the Year at the 2024 TES Schools Awards in London, with judges praising it as an “inspiring and inclusive school where students thrive, love learning and achieve exceptionally well.”
Well well well, who could have predicted this outcome?
“Only anyone with a brain and common sense, Kim.”
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