I’m seventy years old today. Crikey!
I’ll apologize yet again for how sparse the content has been here lately. Blogging, like anything else, requires sustained effort, and periodic energizing “shocks”, to prevent stagnation, decline, and decay, and I have been lazy and neglectful. Most of what time I have spent here recently has been occupied by reviewing old material (at this point there are over 5700 posts, and more than 30,000 comments) with the idea of assembling some of it into some sort of book.
But there are still things worth saying, and I should get back to saying some of them. (I’m not sure, though, that personal blogging, as a medium, has much reach anymore; everything seems to be happening on Substack or X these days. We’ll see.)
Anyway, thanks again to all of you for coming round here all these years.
And, as always: birthday greetings to the rest of the April 13th Club: Guy Fawkes, Thomas Jefferson, F.W. Woolworth, Butch Cassidy, Sir Arthur “Bomber” Harris, Robert Watson-Watt, Samuel Beckett, Harold Stassen, Stanislaw Ulam, Eudora Welty, Jacques Lacan, Howard Keel, Madalyn Murray O’Hair, Ken Nordine, Don Adams, Julius Nyerere, Ben Nighthorse Campbell, Catherine de Medici, Seamus Heaney, Paul Sorvino, Jack Casady, Tony Dow, James Ensor, Lowell George, Al Green, Ron Perlman, Christopher Hitchens, Max Weinberg, and Garry Kasparov.
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Happy Birthday and warm regards on a major milestone!
Thanks for all the content over the years as well.
It’s good to know there are still a few mature, critical thinkers on the right!
Happy Birthday!
Happy birthday! And thanks for all your work as a blogger. It’s a lonely and often discouraging business, I know–maybe more so when it isn’t even a business. Still, your refusal to clutter your site with toenail fungus remedies and the like is yet another cause for commendation. I think it is hard to curate one’s own writing. The difficulty is akin to the difficulty one has seeing the flaws in one’s own children, but that is not the whole problem. The characteristics of a good writer, which you possess, are not the characteristics of a good editor. You may possess the later characteristics, but being a good writer does not guarantee it.
Stuff repeats – until it doesn’t – as you’ve my Friend recently, and not so, witnessed.
Heed the above JMSmith fellow. As he sees, there is “some uniquess” here.
You did though Malcolm, make mention of a Pilgrim’s Progress to, perhaps, deliver a report?
Let us go someways back Birthday Boy to an earlier epoch when the symmetry of it all “astuted” – if you will – that mystery eternal, ephemeral.
Happy Seventieth incidentally. I pray creditworthiness to you!
https://malcolmpollack.com/2006/01/01/figure-and-ground/
Thanks all! And yes, the promised installment will be delivered as soon as I can manage. (We’re away for a few days, so sometime next week, I imagine.)