Gelasto Paidi
@gelastopaidi.bsky.social
Il avait le jugement assez droit, avec l’esprit le plus simple.
Seen in Queens, NY: A series of arrows directing ICE to an apartment building where many immigrant families reside.
August 3, 2025 at 4:01 PM
Seen in Queens, NY: A series of arrows directing ICE to an apartment building where many immigrant families reside.
For those who remember it, a lost NYC treasure.
July 2, 2025 at 1:29 PM
For those who remember it, a lost NYC treasure.
Richard Chamberlin - RIP. He is great in the original Shogun adaptation; he is also great in Weir’s The Last Wave.
March 30, 2025 at 5:38 PM
Richard Chamberlin - RIP. He is great in the original Shogun adaptation; he is also great in Weir’s The Last Wave.
What’s chocolate pudding?
March 26, 2025 at 7:43 PM
What’s chocolate pudding?
A lot of ‘traditional value holders’ are about to go full Ahab now.
March 8, 2025 at 2:12 PM
A lot of ‘traditional value holders’ are about to go full Ahab now.
Hard to believe that article got past Mr. Mommy Milky.
June 12, 2024 at 12:53 PM
Hard to believe that article got past Mr. Mommy Milky.
Matt Bors called it.
May 19, 2024 at 6:57 PM
Matt Bors called it.
It is criminal that Aguila Light is not widely available outside of Colombia.
October 5, 2023 at 5:28 PM
It is criminal that Aguila Light is not widely available outside of Colombia.
Well… my instinctive pessimism failed me here.
September 12, 2023 at 11:49 AM
Well… my instinctive pessimism failed me here.
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
August 25, 2023 at 3:21 AM
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,