Every college student who feels a little sad and sits down with an acoustic guitar to summon beauty and form hopes, whether or not she knows it, to come up with one of Keren Ann's songs. This, unfortunately, is not what usually happens. Right now, at a café somewhere, a guitar player is pouring out his acoustic vision in front of helpless diners who, bereft of legal protection, are silently praying for the robots to take over.
New Yorker excerpt
I created an account on dreamwidth, and will probably do most of my infrequent posting and commenting over there. https://jwgh.dreamwidth.org
Is the attached file “normal” for what you expect to see in the \listserv\main folder?The attachment contains a list of around 4,000 files. My…
Hey, a public post! I figured I'd post this here, so if someone else runs into some of the same problems I did they would be able to google it and…