I recently discovered the power of not having opinions about things. Was Henry Kissinger a war criminal whose death we should celebrate? I don’t know. Maybe one day I’ll learn some things about him and come up with some conclusions. I have other things to do right now.

I registered the domain mitchipedia.org and now I love it so much I’m thinking about going to the hassle of changing alllllllll my social media accounts and my blog domain to that.

Before I upgraded to Sonoma I heard people saying the screensavers were great and I thought that was ridiculous. How great can screen savers be, I thought. But damn those are nice screensavers.

Thousands of papers seized from Spanish ships during the 18th Century are now online. The letters are from and to ordinary sailors, revealing details of daily life from that time.

The correspondence was seized by the British during wars in the 1700s, and is being published by British researchers.

“My dear beloved husband I will celebrate that this letter has reach[ed] your hands and finds you with the perfect health that I wish for myself," [writes Francisca Muñoz in Seville to her husband, Miguel Atocha, in Mexico on 22 January 1747/]. “I would like to know the reason why I did not receive any response to the 13 letters I sent to you; I would like to know if perhaps over there [there] is no paper or pen or ink not to have written even a letter…. “

Kvetch kvetch kvetch. But Francisca is just getting wound up.

Serious questions: At what point do rights of privacy end? If these people were alive, it would be a crime to publish their private letters. Do rights of privacy end at death? Even after 300 years, should these papers continue to be kept private?

Everybody who was Anybody had Dr. Feelgood and his Speed Shots on Speed Dial

Dr. Max Jacobson, aka “Dr. Feelgood,” injected amphetamine-based concoctions into the arms of celebrities and powerful people including JFK, Alfred Hitchcock, Truman Capote, Marlene Dietrich, Marilyn Monroe and more.

Capote described the “vitamin shots” as “instant euphoria.”

Messy Nessy Chic quotes Capote:

You feel like Superman. You’re flying. Ideas come at the speed of light. You go seventy-two hours straight without so much as a coffee break. You don’t need sleep, you don’t need nourishment. If it’s sex you’re after, you go all night. Then you crash – it’s like falling down a well, like parachuting without a parachute. You want to hold onto something and there’s nothing out there but air.