Sure, the US secretary of transportation has thoughts on building bridges. But infrastructure occupies just a sliver of his voluminous mind.
His voluminous mind.
As Secretary Buttigieg and I talked in his underfurnished corner office one afternoon in early spring, I slowly became aware that his cabinet job requires only a modest portion of his cognitive powers. Other mental facilities, no kidding, are apportioned to the Iliad, Puritan historiography, and Knausgaard’s Spring—though not in the original Norwegian (slacker). Fortunately, he was willing to devote yet another apse in his cathedral mind to making his ideas about three mighty themes—neoliberalism, masculinity, and Christianity—intelligible to me.
No kidding, the Iliad, like basically everyone else in the West going back to 722.
I think the most annoying thing in journalism is the “as he and I were sitting in a ______” trope. Doesn’t have to be a Washington office, I hate when journos feel the need to describe the bar they met the subject in and what they were both eating/drinking. Just absolute slop writing that I suppose functions to remind the reader what incredible access the writer has and how important that makes him for normies like you.
His voluminous mind.
No kidding, the Iliad, like basically everyone else in the West going back to 722.
I think the most annoying thing in journalism is the “as he and I were sitting in a ______” trope. Doesn’t have to be a Washington office, I hate when journos feel the need to describe the bar they met the subject in and what they were both eating/drinking. Just absolute slop writing that I suppose functions to remind the reader what incredible access the writer has and how important that makes him for normies like you.