Tuesday, June 30, 2009

the chaco meridian

This book is not for the faint of heart, or for neophytes. If you are a practicing Southwestern archaeologist with hypertension problems, stop. Read something safe.

The warning that accompanies the The Chaco Meridian: Centers of Political Power in the Ancient Southwest by Steve Lekson, an archaeologist from the University of Colorado, in which Dr. Lekson argues that "for centuries the Anasazi leaders, reckoning by the stars, aligned their principal settlements along this north-south axis — the 108th meridian of longitude," according to today's New York Times.

The New York Times also cites David Phillips, curator of archaeology at the Maxwell Museum of Anthropology at the University of New Mexico, on the controversial Chaco Meridian theory:

Steve is possibly the best writer in Southwest archaeology. Our academic writing has this inherent gift of taking something interesting and making it dull and boring. And Steve doesn’t have that problem. He thinks outside the box, and the rest of us comb through his ideas.

Having said all that, I personally think that the Chaco meridian is a crock.

Archaeology published Amending the Meridian by Lekson in the January/February 2009 issue »

Monday, June 29, 2009

study war no more

The model starts by assuming that everyone cares about two dimensions on any policy issue: getting an outcome as close to what they want as possible, and getting credit for being essential in putting a deal together -- or preventing a deal.

The model estimates the way in which individual decision-makers trade off between credit and policy outcomes. Some are prepared to go down in a blaze of glory seeking the outcome they want, knowing they will lose. Others have their finger in the wind, trying to figure out what position is likely to win and then attach themselves to that position in the hope of getting credit for promoting the final agreement.

Bruce Bueno de Mesquita, the Julius Silver Professor of Politics at New York University and a senior fellow at the Hoover Institution at Stanford University, explaining the computer model he's created, based on game theory, that can predict the outcomes of international conflicts. His interview with Sara Forrest appears in the 22 June issue of Computer World.

Sunday, June 28, 2009

just a reminder.

Torture is a felony, and is sometimes treated as a capital crime. The Convention Against Torture, which America ratified in 1994, requires a government to prosecute all acts of torture; failure to do so is considered a breach of international law.

Jane Mayer writing in The Secret History: Can Leon Panetta move the C.I.A. forward without confronting its past? in the most recent issue of the New Yorker Magazine.

my first double crust cherry pie ever

Pray for me.

I may have mentioned that I make mostly -- make that only -- fruit tarts. Never pies. Somewhere I got it into my head that pie crusts are impossibly difficult to make. Somehow I never found tart crusts difficult, but they're a little more sturdy than pie crusts, because they have to stand on their own.

I planned to take the old school route for this piecrust, which was my first, and after consulting with C on her renowned Crisco-crust I pulled out the Joy of Cooking to figure how to create a sweet enough filling from the perfectly ripe sour Michigan pie cherries that I picked up at the farmers' market yesterday.

And then I made of the mistake of checking Saveur to see what they had going on.

Their crust, based on one from The Pie and Pastry Bible which I've heard raves about elsewhere, calls for butter and cream cheese. And vinegar.

No Crisco.

This, as you can imagine, is suspect. Plus there's the issue of the tablespoon of whole cream that's called out as an ingredient but not incorporated anywhere else.

But I went for it, mostly because Saveur has never, not ever, let me down (outside of their website redesign which makes it impossible to find and share recipes but who knows: maybe that's their strategy?) (If it is it's a bad one).

After some three hours of crust making and cherry macerating the pie is now in the oven.

Very soon, we'll know.

Saturday, June 27, 2009

king of hits

The spike in searches related to Michael Jackson was so big that Google News initially mistook it for an automated attack. As a result, for about 25 minutes [on June 25th], when some people searched Google News they saw a "We're sorry" page before finding the articles they were looking for.

R.J. Pittman, Director, Product Management, Google in his blog post Outpouring of searches for the late Michael Jackson.

it's a marvelous day for a moonbounce

It’s the equivalent of climbing Mount Everest in amateur radio. It’s possible, but only barely possible.

Nobel Prize winner and retired Princeton physics professor Joseph H. Taylor Jr. commenting in today's New York Times on the ability for amateur radio ham operators to bounce a signal off the moon.

Giant parabolic antenna radio telescopes have been assembled worldwide to facilitate a global moonbounce today in honor the 40th anniversary of the Apollo 11 moon landing on July 20.

You can listen in here »

I think. (I haven't been able to hear anything yet.)

@robertbrand seems to know something about all this -- but he's not tweeting all that much. You can, however, hear him in a fragment from a recent radio show on many things, including the moonbounce »

Updates (including a live webcam) are promised at echoesofapollo.com »

Friday, June 26, 2009

in the heat of the night

Saw In the Heat of the Night, the 1967 Academy Award Winner for Best Motion Picture, for the first time tonight. Am embarrassed to admit that it took me this long, but somehow I managed to miss the memo that it may be one of the best movies ever made.

Pitch perfect every step of the way.

Each shot is so luscious in its composition that I couldn't bear to take my eyes off the screen. Each plot point is essential, of course, in the unraveling of the mystery, which the script unravels so brilliantly, but it's the performance of the actors that makes the movie unforgettable. The intensity of their engagement, the depth of their character portrayals. Sweet god in heaven why don't they make movies like this anymore?

If you've never seen it, see it soon. If you've already seen it, see it again.

And if you don't want to know anything about it before you watch it DON'T WATCH THE TRAILER.

Although I really must share with you that it's true what they say: They call him Mr. Tibbs.

Go see what I mean »

And then go download Quincy Jones' soundtrack and play it with the windows rolled down as you drive slow through the swelter of the summer night.

Thursday, June 25, 2009


Am I the only one who thinks that if Michael Jackson had kept his nose, he would have looked an awful lot like Barack Obama?

RIP Mr. Michael.

speaking of freedom of expression

via minorjive

the persistence of durable objects

English Cigarette Card from the NYPL Collection

Rimbaud (dead)
Lautréamont (dead)
Breton (gone to America)
Marx Brothers (forbidden)
English cigarettes (too expensive)
American cigarettes (see English cigarettes)
Jazz (no phonographs or recordings)
Getting out of here (no papers, too expensive)
Whiskey (too expensive)

Text from a postcard from the Belgian poet Christian Dotremont to Paul Éluard written on 26 May 1942 from Nazi occupied Paris detailing what could and could no longer be had in the city under the occupation.

The postcard appears in Between Collaboration and Resistance: French Literary Life Under Nazi Occupation on the first floor of a double decker stack of exhibits regarding liberty -- the loss of it, the pursuit of it -- currently running at the New York Pubic Library.

The ground floor exhibit features artifacts from artists and writers in France under the occupation -- the program from the first production of Anouilh's Antigone is here, as is a pseudonymous review of Sartre's Les Mouches. There are film posters and still shots of films made under the occupation including Marcel Carné's luminous Children of Paradise.

There are letters: one penned by later Marxist critic and then POW Louis Althusser who, en route to his concentration camp wrote of "the train that shakes my pen" before he enfolded his missive into an envelope addressed to his uncle and dropped it through the train's window onto the railroad tracks. It bore no stamp, only a request that it be delivered to his uncle's address in Paris. And it was.

There was another epistolary exchange between Marguerite Duras and her husband Robert Anthelme: his scribbled on a small spare scrap of paper that he has survived the camps; to which her letter replies "You're alive! You're alive!" and in which she writes of her fear that she might not have survived news of his death. Never mind that she had been sleeping with their mutual friend Dionys Mascolo since before the war; never mind that eventually she would throw the former over for the latter. Never mind. He was alive right then when worse was feared.

Photo: Robert Anthelme, Marguerite Duras and Dionys Mascolo

So downstairs there are writers surviving, collaborating and resisting Vichy France, and upstairs, in that lean hallway that runs alongside the Rose Reading Room there's Stonewall. 1967: The Year of Gay Liberation isn't afforded nearly the same real estate as the Vichy show, but like so many of the shows that hang in that hallway it's tightly curated to deliver a full body blow with minimal artifacts, and it's cast in a strong palette of groovy golds that put the yellowing sepias of the Paris show to shame.

Here too there were more print pieces: posters and zines; pamphlets, police reports, newspapers, and letters produced in the aftermath of the Stonewall riots and the Lavender Menace response to Betty Friedan's lesbians-are-a-threat-to-feminism remarks. Ephemera, again. Small voices grasping in the swallowing din for a bullhorn to be heard by; a message in a bottle set upon the sea.

Here I am. Hear me.

I don't know if the NYPL planned these exhibits as complements. It's the first time I've seen such a strong echo between two simultaneously running exhibits in that space. The reverb was made stronger, perhaps, by the shouts coming now from Iran in the wake of the protests following the election of Mahmoud Ahmadinejad. It was impossible to not be keenly conscious of both the magnanimity and the fragility of the small human voice set against the force and will of a State that does not want to hear it.

The voices of the Green Revolution, as some have called it, are being amplified across the Web through retweets and vias and blog posts that trumpet the injustice and argue for the cause. These posts have and will most likely continue to play a potent and powerful role in spreading the word.

The social network Twitter acted as such an important conduit of information while events were unfolding in Iran that the U.S. State Department suggested that perhaps they should put off their scheduled maintenance and downtime in light of the fact that a revolution was underway. According to the New York Times:

This was just a call to say: ‘It appears Twitter is playing an important role at a crucial time in Iran. Could you keep it going?’” said P.J. Crowley, the assistant secretary of state for public affairs.

Viewing the Vichy France and Stonewall exhibits at NYPL I was reminded that the government cannot always be trusted with preserving public freedom of expression, but I'm still alarmed that online there is no place that is truly public. We are having a public conversation across private enterprise channels.

The power and potency of the social graphs that folks are creating across social networks like Twitter and Flickr and Facebook and their blogs on Wordpress and Blogger ride on corporate dollars. That social networks afford individuals influence across the web and through their network neighborhoods is undeniable; the fact that corporations are bankrolling a dialogue that once upon a time unfolded in the public square or through businesses like newspapers where public interest was the core mission, is hardly being discussed.

I'm not ready to make an argument for government intervention in the online space, but it's a concern that has been gnawing on me since the SxSW conference in March where I heard over and over again folks speaking about using the Interweb as a communication tool for furthering human rights and self-expression -- but no one mentioned the fact that we're doing this on the back of big business.

Which brings us too to the question of the ephemera generated online during events like the Green Revolution: How will we recount the voices that spoke up when these events have passed and history has been written by the winners? Where will we display the green swathed avatars and the tweets that spread like a lightening strike in a dry tinder forest?

You couldn't identify anything anymore. The persistence of durable objects had been solidly defeated.

The poet Jean Follain describing Sant-Lô, Normandy, which was decimated by the allied bombing that accompanied D-Day.

Wednesday, June 24, 2009

empire state

empire state
Originally uploaded by suttonhoo
Posting by cameraphone
from somewhere along 34th.

Tuesday, June 23, 2009

shopping in midtown

shopping in midtown
Originally uploaded by suttonhoo
Posting from Midtown after an unexpected
roadtrip to Pennsylvania. Gonna do it again
tomorrow -- just not so unexpectedly.

(And a confession: I hit MUJI on 40th & 8th
instead of this joint.)

Uploading by cameraphone.

Monday, June 22, 2009

next best thing to being there

53rd Venice Biennial Art
Originally uploaded by plander
Couldn't make the 53rd Venice Biennial?

Yeah: Me neither.

But a bunch of folks who did posted their shots to Flickr.

(Have I mentioned how much I love Flickr?)

Sunday, June 21, 2009

cook's paints

cook's paints
Originally uploaded by suttonhoo
Jack Scott, Distributor
Lodo, Denco

Posting by cameraphone

Saturday, June 20, 2009

byrne & devotchka at red rocks

Tickets say rain or shine --
and it's not shining.

Don't care. Gonna see Devotchka.

Posting by cameraphone from
Red Rocks Amphitheater,
Morrison, Colorado.

home of the sugar steak

home of the sugar steak
Originally uploaded by suttonhoo
Posting by cameraphone from Colfax
Avenue, Denver, Colorado.

I will crush you

I will crush you
Originally uploaded by suttonhoo
Hanging with the kids and T-Rex at the
Museum of Nature and Science, Denco.

Posting by cameraphone.

in the air somewhere

in the air somewhere
Originally uploaded by suttonhoo
"It's distracting; it's meaningless; it's not real.
It's in the air somewhere."

Ray Bradbury on the Internet in this morning's
New York Times, which reports on his admirable
defense of public libraries.

But, as someone who makes her living "in the air
somewhere" (and is also a great lover of books)
I'm left to wonder once again how the Internet
became positioned in binary opposition to the paper
artifact; how databases are assumed to be
reasonable replacements for the hard tackle
artifact of the book stack.

They are not.

Nor are digital books suitable replacements for
IRL books. Doctorow got it right in *Content* --
the digital copy is for sampling, it's not any kind
of equivalent for the real thing, but it's an essential
and vital tool for reaching audiences and
facilitating discovery.

Positioning digital as a rival and replacement to
print digs a big huge cultural hole in which whole
histories can be lost because of technological
deprecation over time. We need to drop this alpha
dog thinking and content ourselves with a world
where each method of delivery plays its ever
essential and always important role.

Posting by cameraphone from The Market at
Larimer Square, Denver, stoked by espresso and
a blueberry bran muffin the size of my head (to
persist a theme). Apologies for any funky

Here's that NYT story link (hope it doesn't truncate):

Friday, June 19, 2009

fine food

fine food
Originally uploaded by suttonhoo
Best breakfast in Boulder.
Buttermilk biscuits as big
as my head. (And given the
size of my head, that's
saying something.)

Posting by cameraphone.

late check-in

late check-in
Originally uploaded by suttonhoo
Off I-70.
Not my hotel.

Posting by cameraphone
from Denver, CO

Thursday, June 18, 2009

if it were otherwise

You can live a lifetime
and at the end of it know
about other people
than you know about


You learn to watch other
but you never watch
yourself because you


against loneliness
If you read a book or
a deck of cards or
care for a dog you are
avoiding yourself

The abhorrence of
loneliness is as natural
as wanting to live at all

If it were otherwise men
would never have bothered
to make an alphabet


to have fashioned words
out of what were only
animal sounds nor

crossed continents

each man to see
what the other
looked like

-- Found in Beryl Markham's *West with the
Night,* excerpted in the Summer 2009 issue
of Lapham's Quarterly

Posting by cameraphone inbound to Denver.

roman holiday

Video: Notte Sento

As someone who travels quite a bit I can attest that most of the time travel is nothing like this.

But wouldn't it be lovely if it were?

via emilyshearing

Production Notes: Short film made with 4500+ still photographs. Shot with a Canon EOS 30D camera. Funded by the Seagate Creative Fund in 2008. Italian language with English subtitles.

Wednesday, June 17, 2009

on gams and dames

Guys that talk about the ideal woman just don't like women. I don't want an ideal woman, I just like dames.

John Steinbeck in the July 1950 "All Male Issue" of Flair Magazine, when "handed a sketch pad and a snapshot of [a] plastic manikin" and asked by the editor "to draw his Ideal Woman in the same pose and give us his whys and wherefores."

Flair asked columnist Earl Wilson, couturier Jacques Fath and child actor Brandon de Wilde (Shane! Come back Shane!) to do the same.

I got my hands on this particular copy of Flair through eBay when I read that its editor, Fleur Cowles, passed away a couple of weeks ago. Flair counted W. H. Auden, Jean Cocteau, Simone de Beauvoir, Angus Wilson, Tennessee Williams, Ogden Nash and Clare Boothe Luce, Salvador Dalí, Saul Steinberg, Lucian Freud, Rufino Tamayo and Winston Churchill among its contributors.

At 50 cents a copy, Flair's standards and elaborate art direction managed to lose the publication money at a time when print was still going strong and most magazines sold for 20 cents. According to the New York Times:
Although there were just 12 issues of Flair, published from February 1950 to January 1951, the magazine caused a sensation and is still admired for its coverage of fashion, décor, travel, art, literature and other enthusiasms of Ms. Cowles’s. It was part of the Cowles publishing empire, which included newspapers in the Midwest and, most notably, Look magazine, of which Ms. Cowles had been an influential editor.

But Flair, incorporating cutouts, fold-outs, pop-ups, removable reproductions of artworks and a variety of paper stocks of different sizes and textures, was simply too expensive to produce, even though it sold for 50 cents a copy when Time and Life were selling for 20 cents.

When Flair ceased publication, Mr. Cowles, who had financed it, estimated that it had lost $2.5 million. Circulation, less than 100,000 for the first issue, eventually doubled, but advertising did not follow, and losses were running about 75 cents a copy.

Ms. Cowles would be pleased to learn that issues are currently trending considerably higher than that, and have exploded even in the few short days since her death.

(Which is why I'm no longer buying.)

after the rain

Yesterday, during the deluge, Mr. Hoo climbed onto the roof. The goal was to clean the gutters, as it is every time the skies open wide and the thunder threatens.

I’ve trained myself not to worry and whine when the rain’s coming down and the ladder comes out and he pulls on his slicker. Instead I listen close for the thumps through the ceiling and the thick wet sloggy sounds that mean he’s liberated another pile of rotten leaves from the rain spout and flung them to the ground.

From each thud I extrapolate volume; with each thud I pray it's not sizeable enough to be him.

By late this afternoon those thudding piles of yesterday had burst out into a sudden chorus of forest on the path behind our house -- each seedling stretching for the sun, longing to be a tree.


Photo: Manuel Alvarez Bravo
via The Photographers' Gallery, London

Just discovered the work of Manuel Alvarez Bravo, friend of Tina Modotti (who was herself a student of Edward Weston) and colleague of Diego Rivera. Bravo taught at Chicago's Hull House and exhibited alongside Cartier-Bresson and Walker Evans in New York. He was also the cameraman on Eisenstein's heretofore mentioned Que Viva Mexico.

I'm ashamed that I've never heard of him -- along with all the other astonishing talent from Central and South America that we generally ignore up North.


A portfolio of Bravo's photography is available for browsing online »

Tuesday, June 16, 2009


Cruising the James River on Shadow Fay. (Should have brought a better camera.)

Monday, June 15, 2009

this little light of mine

He who receives an idea from me receives it without lessening me, as he who lights his candle at mine receives light without darkening me.

Thomas Jefferson, American president and inventor, cited in an opinion piece about patent law reform in today's Wall Street Journal.

Sunday, June 14, 2009

the penultimate voyage of shadowfay

Shot this yesterday when we were out of cell range.

Just came off the James River between Urbanna and Irvington, Virginia, on the lovely 1930s-style raised deck motor cruiser Shadowfay. Captained by the inimitable BHOTW.

Posting by cameraphone.

Friday, June 12, 2009

unhappy in his life

unhappy in his life
Originally uploaded by suttonhoo
He was great in his genius; unhappy in his life; wretched in his death. But in his fame he is immortal.

From a memorial erected in Edgar Allen Poe's honor by a New York dramatist society because Poe's folks (whom he never really knew) were actors.

Posting by cameraphone from Richmond, VA where our excursion to the Poe Museum, coupled with our previous experience at the Writer's Museum in Dublin, has given Mr. Hoo all the evidence he needs to coax me *away* from museums dedicated to writers in the future.

As much as I want to love them.

Thursday, June 11, 2009

soft ice, nyc

soft ice, nyc
Originally uploaded by suttonhoo
Posting by cameraphone
from Midtown

Wednesday, June 10, 2009

let the carnage begin

let the carnage begin
Originally uploaded by suttonhoo
God of Carnage
Jacobs Theatre
Seat K17

Curtain in 10.


The first bloom of our first nodding onion from the 70+ prairie forbs and grasses plugs that we laid into the backyard a few weeks ago.

It's begun.

Tuesday, June 09, 2009

fly the friendly skies

fly the friendly skies
Originally uploaded by suttonhoo
Pretty sure I've shot this structure before, but not
against a blue sky. Detroit International has some
really lovely old buildings.

Posting by cameraphone from
Detroit, MI


This is not how it ends.

Remember? This is the one where the dragon is slain. Where the princess stands with her hard-assed sword of not-taking-this-shit and slices through tumors like fruits that hang over-ready and ripe. Where the spell is broken when the cancer drops with a wet heavy thud and the cold stone creatures flush alive again.

This is the Brothers Grimm where long sleeps are followed by awakenings and good morning kisses and the kingdom restored. Where babies bounce the bed and shout GETUP GETUP because there's so much to *do* before this day is done but first let's make pancakes.

This is the story that doesn't end just yet read again and again like an incantation between covers that won't close warm forms cuddled close who can't bear knowing the night is here and fight with brave heavy lids and their last bit of strength to keep their Queen.

for Annie.

Friday, June 05, 2009


I was shocked when I got the report, because it said our No. 1 impact is milk production. Not burning fossil fuels for transportation or packaging, but milk production. We were floored.

Nancy Hirshberg, Stonyfield’s vice president for natural resources, commenting in this morning's New York Times on a report commissioned by her company in 1999 to assess their corporate impact on climate change.

The impact of the dairy industry on climate change results from the methane produced by cow belches.

Stonyfield and Danone (which owns a controlling interest in Stonyfield) have found that by restoring the cows to a diet that more closely mimics the sweet grasses they consume in the Spring, they're able to reduce their methane production to 18% among U.S. organic farms. In France, Danone has seen a 30% reduction when the diet was introduced across the larger commercial enterprise.

Georgia's Cow

Thursday, June 04, 2009

clothes make the man

You don’t think: Yes, it really is all about the 19th-century samurai right now. You think: I want those pants.

David Colman on Michael Bastian in this morning's New York Times.

thank you, koko.

Video: Koko Taylor sings I'm a Woman

A mighty woman has passed. Queue the blues.

Koko Taylor (September 28, 1928 – June 3, 2009)

From the detritus archives: koko & lonnie singing in the trees »

speaking of well mannered men

Photo: Ozier Muhammad/The New York Times

Mrs. Reagan kept her hand in the crook of the Mr. Obama’s arm for the entire time he spoke, and for the most part she gazed at him while he talked.

From Nancy Reagan and Obama Kiss and Make Up in Tuesday's New York Times.

I'm not going to beat this "glad my guy won" horse into the ground, but this piece about Nancy Reagan's visit to the Obama White House touched me. I was reminded of an interview I saw with Ronald Reagan Jr. after his father's funeral in 2004 which he expressed anger at George W. Bush for abandoning his mother at the side of his father's casket, after Bush had escorted her up the steps to pay her respects at the state funeral.

I'm sure it wasn't malevolent, but it was wholly inconsiderate, and demonstrated a lack of compassion or awareness regarding the condition of others.

Nancy Reagan is nearly blind, Ron Jr. explained, and it was difficult for her to find her way back down the steps without assistance -- made more so by the public nature of the event.

Obama's gesture, as he graciously guided her through their meeting, was all consideration and kindness. Pure class.

My president.

Wednesday, June 03, 2009

hotel new yorker

hotel new yorker
Originally uploaded by suttonhoo
'Morning, Sunshine.

Posting by cameraphone from
Midtown Manhattan

Tuesday, June 02, 2009

Seat A1

Seat A1
Originally uploaded by suttonhoo
Mary Stuart at the
Broadhurst Theatre

Posting by cameraphone
from 44th between
Broadway and 8th Ave
just before curtain

Monday, June 01, 2009



Just me? Or have safety concerns stripped the swing of some of its romance?


well mannered men

Page from The Wall of Fame: New York City's Legendary Manny's Music by Henry and Holly Goldrich

The Beatles, really, made the music business. They took it from where it was, a small family business, and made it gigantic. The first time they came in, it was George Harrison and Ringo Starr, and they wandered in during the busiest time of the day. They were quite noticeable; they were wearing multicolored, beautiful clothing. I wanted to help them myself, but the store was jammed, but we pride ourselves on our musician customers.

I told them I had nobody to take care of them right away, but to feel free to try out whatever they wanted. They were great, they hung around for an hour or so, signed autographs, and purchased several thousand dollars worth of accessories. They got most of their instruments for promotion, but they wanted to try effects and they sure did buy a lot of stuff.


After that, the Beatles came in quite frequently, and when they did, all of them were perfect gentlemen, never asking to be served first. They would sit down quietly, they signed autographs. They were completely marvelous people. I loved the Beatles. They had tons of class.

Excerpted from The Wall of Fame: New York City's Legendary Manny's Music by Henry and Holly Goldrich -- and I'm going to guess that's Henry Goldrich at the mic.

Manny's Music was bought out by Sam Ash some ten years ago, which meant Sam Ash merchandising within the old Manny's innards. The New York Times ran a piece this morning about Manny's pending makeover: the old Manny's with its wall of fame will be mothballed and a Sam Ash interior will go up in its place.

I found the Goldrich book via The Virtual Wall of Fame, a site with the pure purpose of retaining some of the old Manny's vibe, albeit through a questionable information architecture.

Also from the book:

Les [Paul] is a genius. He did things with a guitar that no one else could do. He made effects that no one else could, and whatever he did he had a touch of gold; he was really good.

Strange, but good.

p.s. Like I said: Ironic »
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