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I feel a bit mind-controlled because ever since Netflix got the James Bond catalogue, I’ve been interested in James Bond stuff for the first time ever, only because it’s been shoved in my face. I know I’m not the only one. The astroturfed zeitgeist is a good trick to lay psychological groundwork for the new Bond stuff.

Anyway, I’ve been reading Casino Royale. It’s a very good book so far. This was a highlight:

Bond had always been a gambler. He loved the dry riffle of the cards and the constant unemphatic drama of the quiet figures round the green tables. He liked the solid, studied comfort of card-rooms and casinos, the well-padded arms of the chairs, the glass of champagne or whisky at the elbow, the quiet unhurried attention of good servants. He was amused by the impartiality of the roulette ball and of the playing-cards—and their eternal bias. He liked being an actor and a spectator and from his chair to take part in other men’s dramas and decisions, until it came to his own turn to say that vital ‘yes’ or ‘no’, generally on a fifty-fifty chance.




Almost bought this stack of T.W. Ingersoll photos...

Almost bought this stack of T.W. Ingersoll photos from 1898/1899, along with this lovely stereo viewer to look at them through. Fun little 3D effect. None of the photos were super interesting though; lots of genteel domestic scenes



The Comfort Inn we’re staying at in Birch...

The Comfort Inn we’re staying at in Birch Run has a Dr. No pinball machine, which caught my attention with this tribute to the designer’s aunt, Carmen. The machine was designed by George Gomez and released by Stern Pinball.




Finished "Maus." One of the last pages was...

Finished “Maus.” One of the last pages was interesting to me. I’ve never thought of a Holocaust survivor posing for a souvenir photo in a concentration camp uniform.


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