on what I suppose is my version of Fantasy Baseball.
A glance at the newspaper wayback machine, linguistics.
This latest Volume of Urbane Studies has us farming the work out to you. Not because we’re lazy–although we’d like to make the case for the sublimity of slack–but because we’re going to be gone for a little while and want to see whether you have it in you to become Junior Society members.
There will be a badge.
involves archival pigeons.
It’s funny because I’ve spent the last week researching ye olde newspaper battles, and the manner in which Paul Smith and Scott Newhall worked to eclipse the Examiner and Hearst’s stranglehold over San Francisco.
This is not to say that I don’t enjoy these moments with the former mayor, that is not the case in the slightest. Willie, let’s get drinks real soon.