Fifteen Minutes

I have now milked this same head of cabbage for TWO pictures.

I was going to write about some lentils, but then this popped up on my radar:

New York Magazine's Approval Matrix, week of November 1

The post in question can be found here.

How it happened is anybody’s guess, but there it is. It’s funny; I noticed a bump in traffic, but it wasn’t coming from anywhere, and yet the Google searches got oddly specific. If the internet version of this handy chart actually included links, I suspect there would have been many more hits. In any case, at least I finally have my epitaph: “Just barely highbrow and almost despicable.” (Courtesy of Tate).

Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to go barge into John Mayer’s bedroom, yelling “I’ma let you finish, but Beyoncé is much better in bed.”

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