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Sunday, December 30, 2018
Bandersnatch (2018)
Saturday, December 29, 2018
POTD: Tee Pee Curios
From 2018 06 12 New Mexico |
Today's photo-of-the-day is from Tucumcari, New Mexico, along historic Route 66, "The Main Street of America" and John Steinbeck's "Mother Road."
Friday, December 28, 2018
The Romanoffs (TV 2018)
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Rotten Tomatoes |
Thursday, December 27, 2018
POTD: Blue Swallow Motel
From 2018 06 12 New Mexico |
Today's photo-of-the-day is from Tucumcari, New Mexico, along historic Route 66, "The Main Street of America" and John Steinbeck's "Mother Road."
Wednesday, December 26, 2018
POTD: Motel Safari
From 2018 06 12 New Mexico |
Today's photo-of-the-day is from Tucumcari, New Mexico, along historic Route 66, "The Main Street of America" and John Steinbeck's "Mother Road."
Tuesday, December 25, 2018
POTD: Conoco
From 2018 06 12 New Mexico |
Today's photo-of-the-day is from Tucumcari, New Mexico, along historic Route 66, "The Main Street of America" and John Steinbeck's "Mother Road."
Monday, December 24, 2018
POTD: Texaco
From 2018 06 12 New Mexico |
Today's photo-of-the-day is from Tucumcari, New Mexico, along historic Route 66, "The Main Street of America" and John Steinbeck's "Mother Road."
Sunday, December 23, 2018
Paddington 2 (2018)
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Rotten Tomatoes |
Saturday, December 22, 2018
POTD: Magnolia
From 2018 06 12 New Mexico |
Today's photo-of-the-day is from Tucumcari, New Mexico, along historic Route 66, "The Main Street of America" and John Steinbeck's "Mother Road."
Friday, December 21, 2018
Review: The Luminaries
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The twelve men congregated in the smoking room of the Crown Hotel gave the impression of a party accidentally met. From the variety of their comportment and dress—frock coats, tailcoats, Norfolk jackets with buttons of horn, yellow moleskin, cambric, and twill—they might have been twelve strangers on a railway car, each bound for a separate quarter of a city that possessed fog and tides enough to divide them; indeed, the studied isolation of each man as he pored over his paper, or leaned forward to tap his ashes into the grate, or placed the splay of his hand upon the baize to take his shot at billiards, conspired to form the very type of bodily silence that occurs, late in the evening, on a public railway—deadened here not by the slur and clunk of the coaches, but by the fat clatter of the rain."
Eleanor Catton has written a Victorian novel for the 21st century. Set during the New Zealand gold rush of the 1860s, it features a large cast of prospectors, bankers, politicians, con men, whores, and fortune tellers, all mixed up in a mystery of stolen gold and dead and missing men. It's ambitious and massive, but impossible to sort out.
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