In the corner of the internet we built—our little ThinkMyTime bunker with its hand-rolled reflections and late-night arguments—we used to mistake the silence between posts for breathing room, used to believe that if we just sharpened the sentences and kept the nerve, the world would keep meeting us halfway; but the numbers came back like a pathology report and they weren’t subtle: the audience didn’t drift, it evaporated, as if … Read the rest
Tag: Writing
Who You Are And Who They Think You Are
By Eric Le Roy
Content 18+ I remember working in a pub in Crawley, near Gatwick airport in London. Many years ago. I was by then probably in my early 30s. Yet, as they say, ‘everybody gets old, but you can stay immature forever.’ That would have been me back then.
I had lived in Bath during the 1970s, returned to the US to do a Master’s degree … Read the rest
Donald Trump And The Yellow Brick Road
By Eric LeRoy
Content 18+ I have always wondered why some people make a powerful impression on us and others don’t. Of course the effect can vary from person to person, and that’s a good thing: for example, it would be a real mess if every man fell in love with the same woman – to the exclusion of all others.
Just imagine it: the longed-for Wench-Princess-Nymphette standing on the … Read the rest
How To Polish Your Jewels
By Eric Le Roy
Content 18+ A long time ago I had the pleasure of reading George Orwell’s essay “Politics and the English Language.” It’s still considered such a classic that it remains anthologized and I have brought it to the attention of many of my students. Orwell (author of 1984 and Animal Farm if you –I shudder to think – have never heard of him or his books) in … Read the rest
Mighty Imposters
Content 18+ Some people might ask me why, even usually have a different opinion on the subject, Eric and I have posts in the same blog?
I would say it is about two things: multiculturalism and unbiasedness. You see, Eric could have been my grandfather, if only we were born somewhere a bit closer than on the different sides of the Pond, and me even deeper in the continent.
We … Read the rest
