By my math, you either have to be stupid or a whore in order to write
[T]he sight of tourist buses idling in the parking lots at Urbino isn't comforting. But then, Urbino is the region's best-known city, and certainly its classiest, so one does have to acquiesce to sharing the streets with a certain amount of company.
for the New York Times Travel section. This ceaseless publicity about the ever-shrinking number of "unspoiled" "getaways" is like a massive logical black hole in the middle of the room that we've all agreed to ignore. Enough.
Although the Cod approves of Store Wars on the analogy of gateway drugs, I'm going to have to insist that industrial organic is better than just plain industrial only in the same way that dying from natural causes is preferable to crucifixion. Look, industrial organic does serve a function, as I've explained at length elsewhere. But it's not going to save the galaxy, or really change much of anything, which is precisely what makes the metaphor facile. And it distracts people from real change.
On the other hand: mmmm, barbecue.