At what point did we collectively stick our heads up our own asses, anyway? — here

My mind was not just wandering, it was on an extended gadabout with time out for some lollygagging, and was toting a bindlestiff while whistling “King of the Road.” — there

According to sources at the party, no one understood what Felonious said, but all the guests declared themselves deeply moved. — here

After the release of The Jazz Singer in 1927, all bets were off for live musicians who played in movie theaters. Thanks to synchronized sound, the use of live musicians was unnecessary — and perhaps a larger sin, old-fashioned. — there