
JPP turned 7 years old the other week, which is a nice number, and rather remarkable about what for me stands out as the passage of time. Next year, I think I run out of NYC subway lines with which to illuminate these birthday missives. As for last year, it was a relatively slow year in terms of visits to the blogsite. In part, I think I may have posted not as many posts as in years past. And in part, I may have posted less politics and more art, and there was no war in Israel to write about, and a perhaps bitter truth is that most of you don’t actually care much about art and are super-invested in politics in ways that, if I may, sometimes seem artless. This flattening out is also a good thing. JPP is just a thing, nothing particularly special by this point. It attracts regular and random readers and regular and random interest. Thank you as always, dear readers, for your enduring patience and critical push-back.
happy bday and thanks for all you share here.
https://www.nybooks.com/daily/2018/10/06/my-great-grandfather-the-bundist/