The Elegance of the Devanagari Script
2024-12-03
The Devanagari script was not taught well in my school. I never understood why श and ष existed separately if they were pronounced the same. (The difference in pronunciation was never explained.) My 2nd std teacher explained ञ as the sound that a small baby makes when crying. And ङ is the sound of a newborn infant crying. And we continued to pronounce both of them like न. And what is ऋ?
This is a 1955 episode of The Millionaire, featuring the philanthropy of John Beresford Tipton, 68 years before he began to finance The Gene Pool. .
Hello. Welcome to the Weekend Gene Pool, which the current Judeo-Christian God has anointed as the Chosen Newsletter. Today, as always, I will be trading entertainment for your stories and anecdotes.
Today’s entertainment involves the startling and unexpected reappearance of John Beresford Tipton, the official financial benefactor of The Gene Pool and its thousands of orgiastically enthusiastic participants.
Tenants at 1890 Broad Street in Cranston, in response to terrible living conditions and an unresponsive landlord, have formed the Elmwood Realty Tenants Union with the help of housing justice and tenant organizing group Reclaim RI. State Representative Cherie Cruz (Democrat, District 58, Pawtucket), who is an organizer with Reclaim RI, held a press conference with the tenants. According to public records the property is owned by Jeff Butler and his company, Elmwood Realty, LLC.
The End of My Career
2024-12-03
You might remember me from the late Second Millennium, when thousands of people would print millions of copies of my sophomoric musings and physically transport them to the homes of people who largely did not want to read them. This, all agreed, was unreasonable. The solution was either to fire me or create the Internet. I, too, was surprised at society’s choice. Which was both. In case you are as old as me and you’re thinking, “I can’t quite place the guy in the photo?
The End of The Nib - by Matt Bors
2024-12-03
This week is the final week of The Nib. After ten years of publication, thousands of comics, and fifteen issues of the magazine, we are shutting down. I am choosing to give it a death with dignity rather than make painful cuts and have it operate as a shadow of itself for a few more years. We have a blowout last day coming this Friday, with about four times as many comics as we usually run.
One of the things I always appreciated about Humphrey Bogart is that he doesn't look like a movie star. With his stooped posture, unimposing stature, scarred lips, slurred speech and (reputed) toupee, he was nobody's idea of handsome. And yet he commanded the screen with his soulful eyes and the way he rolled his jaw.
Robert Mitchum, on the other hand, looks every inch the movie star. I have this theory about stars that mostly applies to women but, to a lesser degree, men as well.
The Engineer - by Alec Toombs
2024-12-03
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“The Engineer” (available in select theaters and on VOD beginning Friday, Aug. 18) kinda feels like the Wish version of Steven Spielberg’s underrated 2005 offering “Munich.” That’s not to say it’s good nor bad – it’s very much somewhere in between skewing more to the former.
Emile Hirsch stars as Etan, an American-born Israeli Jew who was working as an intelligence officer prior to being sidelined for beating the brakes off of a terror suspect.
Puerto Rico is dotted with plenty of hole-in-the wall establishments that can cater to any hungry passerby. As someone visiting such a beautiful place for such a short time, I was blessed to find a highly praised breakfast and lunch place not too far from where I was staying in Rincon, Puerto Rico.
Passing by a black and white sign down the road from the restaurant on PR 413 didn’t pique my interest.
My niece is three years old, and my nephew is six years old. They are both the cutest kids on the planet. You may believe I am exaggerating, but I am not. You'd understand if I showed you their photos, but I'll save that for a later post.
Sometime ago, we agreed to play a game with these two adorable monsters. The name of the game is "Crab." It begins when one of them yells "