Laird
@lairdoftheglebe.bsky.social
“Glowing where no man has glown before”
Some sizzling acoustic music for your Friday evening.
I was fortunate to see Michael Hedges quite a bit when I lived in Palo Alto. (He kindly tells you how far to skip ahead for the music)
I was fortunate to see Michael Hedges quite a bit when I lived in Palo Alto. (He kindly tells you how far to skip ahead for the music)
Michael Hedges - All Along The Watchtower (Bob Dylan cover) - New Visions 1991
YouTube video by Cleveland Live Music
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March 7, 2025 at 9:03 PM
Some sizzling acoustic music for your Friday evening.
I was fortunate to see Michael Hedges quite a bit when I lived in Palo Alto. (He kindly tells you how far to skip ahead for the music)
I was fortunate to see Michael Hedges quite a bit when I lived in Palo Alto. (He kindly tells you how far to skip ahead for the music)
“I don’t believe that power always corrupts. Power reveals.”
— Robert A. Caro
— Robert A. Caro
Rifling Through the Archives With Legendary Historian Robert Caro
Reams of papers, revealing how the scholar came to write his iconic biographies of Robert Moses and Lyndon B. Johnson, are preserved forever in New York. But his work is far from over
www.smithsonianmag.com
March 5, 2025 at 11:33 AM
“I don’t believe that power always corrupts. Power reveals.”
— Robert A. Caro
— Robert A. Caro
@deadder.bsky.social What I don’t get is that people think that if you were running a “secret drone operation,” you wouldn’t be putting lights on those drones. Right?
December 18, 2024 at 12:00 PM
@deadder.bsky.social What I don’t get is that people think that if you were running a “secret drone operation,” you wouldn’t be putting lights on those drones. Right?
Pizza Bianca. It’s not what you think. It’s a Roman flatbread, served mostly plain with olive oil and salt. Imagine if focaccia and ciabatta had a love child . . .
November 28, 2024 at 1:39 PM
Pizza Bianca. It’s not what you think. It’s a Roman flatbread, served mostly plain with olive oil and salt. Imagine if focaccia and ciabatta had a love child . . .