Day 902
Yes, darling, I know
It’s not me: I finished reading and listening to dispatches in four languages over the weekend and on Monday (though just the idea of me pointing to the timely completion of anything sets off such a roar of distant laughter I probably shouldn’t even mention it).
Going through the dozens of stories and discussions I was amused, but was struck by how many were assembled with a seeming desire to cram as much stuff as possible into a small space. I suppose this is familiar nature-abhors-a-vacuum thinking – find a space and fill it – such as informs so much design. Just the process of finding out if it’s possible to re-boot reporting about a large land war in Europe during the summer Olympics in Paris would, I imagine, make for an appealing challenge.
As an eyewitness, however, time and again I was required to stop, do dead hangs and marvel at crafty concessions to limited space, as though the nut graph was, “look how I can simulate a warehouse in a closet,” one which mak…
