Cole is the master of that three-month-old medium, the custom timeline.
At lunch Sunday in the shade and breeze of a large oak beside the cow-punctuated hills that keep the summer air in Bluemont so dry, I gave a friend a copy of Roland Barthes’s Mythologies. Rocket Scientist Friend (hereinafter “RSF”), who was eating with us, took the book, turned at random to the article “Steak and Chips,” and read the first paragraph out loud.
“Pure unsubstantiated bullshit,” he reflected.
“Yes,” I said, “Barthes backs up nothing. His observations alone are sufficient.”
“Not for me.”