Yes, it's an Edsel. You probably hashed this over yesterday in the comments - which, I have forgot to mention, are ad free! Yes, that's where your money went. Worth every penny. I regret that you may never find the Bleat a source of the trick you should try (genius) or why Florida seniors are stunned to learn they are eligible for . . . . or How You Can Cure Festering Muscle-Worm Pustules (do this tonight) but there are other sites happy to help.

As for the tableau, I'm not sure it's suburban. "East 3-B." What? A road? Not a parking lot designation. The buildong on the left looks like a modernized structure downtown, but the pavilion with the HoJo-hued roof is a puzzler. I can't think of a downtown that put up streetlights like those. Perhaps it's intended to be suburban and Main Street, refreshed. In either case it's most certainly America.

I wonder if hubby is wearing spex, or Day of the Dead makeup. The women are certinly stylish. Makes you realize how the hatbox has vanished from modern life.

As for the car, I'm amazed anyone thought that horsecollar looked good. Everything about this car seems to be both novel and ill-conceived. Even the name sounds like a mild slur: ya stupid edsul. They lost two billion on that thing.

That's the '59, I think. They dumped the Teletouch system, which put the gear-shifting controls in the center of the steering wheel, and the revolving speedometer. While the car was meh, the dashboard must have seemed like a rocket-ship control panel to a kid.

The office was quieter than usual today, which is the difference between hearing the white noise occasionally, and being unnaturally aware of it. The sound helps me sleep, but I did not want to sleep, because I was at the office. Perhaps it’s the ventilation system, busy recycling and purifying the air. Our building went through some exhaustive (ha!) Refit to establish its purity. We’re LEED and WELL, baby! Probably ISO 9000 too!

Remember when you’d see signs that proclaimed a building or business was now ISO 9000? No one knew what that meant. But if you turned on the news and learned that war had broken out between ISO 9000 and Six Sigma, another thing you saw on banners, A) you wouldn’t be surprised, and B) your choice of sides would say a lot about you. The nerds and brain-folk would go with ISO 9000, because it sounds technological, somehow. The more traditionally-minded would side with Six Sigma, thinking perhaps it was an ancient order of Knights who spoke Latin and vowed to bring back the old ways that had kept humanity on the path of righteousness before the age of the wicked.

You can see them, can’t you? The ISO 9000 types would be like Raymond Massey in that dreadful “Things to Come,” white-robed, technocratic, determined, noble, and the Six Sigma guys would be in Crusader gear, with red Knights Templar crosses and banners snapping in the wind.

Anyway, WELL assures that our ventilation system is not pumping germs through the building.

Remember when we learned Covid was spread by high-rise ventilation systems? South Korea, I think. Googling . . . yes. The truth was more complicated, but I recall the story getting wide distribution back in the early days of Twitter Panic Pron, and how people used it as a justification for not going to the office anytime soon.

Anyway, just me and Coop today.

Thumbs up: can do. It’s okay. You’re going to be fine. We're all going to be fine. This object is from a highly specific time, the awful summer of 2017, and a reminder that things get better. And also they get worse. Obvious stuff. I keep it there as a reminder of a lot of things, and all the questions we had when "Returns" concluded. All the things we'll probably never know.

There aren’t always answers. And - thumbs up - that’s okay.

I decided to hold off on TV Tuesday because I was making very fast judgments on "Foundation," and I want to see a few more episodes before I give up entirely. I had expected something with a hard reimagined 50s technocrat vibe, with realistic characters who spoke like individuals instead of archetypes fashioned out of Play-Doh. I was disappointed. But perhaps it improves.

Also, I have a million things to do this week in preparation of doing the thing the Government may not permit me to do, and it's taking up all my free time. Bear with me. Next week: action-packed! In the meantime we've always Below-The-Fold features and updates.

Dispatches from times that seem more sane.



It’s 1957.

Ah yes, the malt and a sandwich - the traditional light meal.

I’d love to have a malt every day for lunch. Who wouldn’t?

Fro-Malt, from the people who are unlocking the secrets of Malt.

A malting company founded in the 19th century. The name goes to a hospital chain today. Why? Because one of the descendants, who was still involved in the busines. s left a bequest to start hospitals.

Just not all at once, okay?

  I love that tie. And the clips. Just not all at once, okay?


“Comes to life” in a sense that it is unmoving, does not have the simulacrum of life found in the beloved movie, but conveys a sense of depth.

You can see them here.

“Loafing Range.”


Awww. Live animals children love.

A better look at the camera, here. Nice piece of design!


If you’re of a certain age you know how the viewfinders felt against your eyes, the heft of the thing, the pressure it took to get the slide to advance, the way you’d manually adjust it.

I have one, somewhere.



Not a good idea, Rival; not a good idea at all. You’re looking at four of them, not one. Nice design, if you study the object by itself.


I’m never not amused by this brand. There’s nothing attractive about the name, at all. Here! Smoke a potato!

Yes, we discovered this thing called "menthol!" Don't let anyone tell you otherwise.


I wonder if the old ones worked as well as modern ones.

For me, the term was generic, and applied to - well, the thermos. We didn’t use for it the ice chest.

plied to - well, the thermos. We didn’t use for it the ice chest.


  That will  have to do. Except for the penultimate batch of Gluyas.




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