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Monday, January 14. 2008Jammin' with JaschaBach's Double Concerto, 2nd movement. It's more from Heifetz' Master Class, with Heifetz inviting "student" Eric Friedman to play first violin. Life does not get any better than this (if you have half-decent speakers). I think Heifetz wants it sped up a bit, but it's fine with me as is.
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The Ethanol FallacyFrom a piece in Popular Mechanics, Biofuel Hype in Washington:
Read the whole thing. Best Headlines of 2007
"Cold Wave Linked to Temperature." More fun here.
The music businessIn 2006 EMI, the world's fourth-biggest recorded-music company, invited some teenagers into its headquarters in London to talk to its top managers about their listening habits. At the end of the session the EMI bosses thanked them for their comments and told them to help themselves to a big pile of CDs sitting on a table. But none of the teens took any of the CDs, even though they were free. “That was the moment we realised the game was completely up,” says a person who was there. via Samizdata. Bungalow(s) of the Week, No. 8A street scene from one of Knoxville's old bungalow neighborhoods. These houses, probably built for the city's lower-middle class residents back in the 1920s, provided working class families a first chance to have a place of their own, complete with indoor plumbing, electricity, heat, and a modest backyard. The homes were probably kept quite tidy at that time, but the entire neighborhood suffered during the postwar move to the suburbs, and by the looks of things has not yet really got back on its feet. My neighborhood of Edgehill in Nashville, only a block or two from Music Row, once had dozens of blocks of small but dignified bungalows such as these, virtually all of which were bulldozed in the 1960s for public housing, the expansion of Vanderbilt and Belmont universities, and Interstate 65. (The somewhat wealthier streetcar suburbs, just a little further out, were spared the wrecking ball, resulting in a sad situation today where there are very few affordable single-family homes in the area, but plenty of dead-end Section 8 housing). For some reason, urban renewal was not as prevalent in Knoxville, and many of the poorer bungalow neighborhoods may still be seen, lying in wait for some enterprising individuals to restore them.
Best Essays of the Year: Pinker on Moral Instincts
What is defined as "degenerate" nowadays? A quote from Steven Pinker's fascinating 8-pager from the NYT Magazine, titled The Moral Instinct (h/t, Dr X)
Read the whole thing. Image: That is Jiminy Cricket, for you youths. Everybody's source of conscience and good, sober judgement.
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Fred on Hannity and ColmesOn Friday (h/t, Right Wing Prof) Monday Morning LinksFuhrer knows best. Wilson reviews Goldberg's book in the NY Post The elite readers of the NYT "Ah, those clever literary intellectuals." neoneo "Something for sneering know-it-alls to think about." No Pasaran The desire for a political messiah. JR Dunn Financial advisors' #1 worry: A Dem in the White House A school vouchers Democrat. Front Page More ice or less ice - Either way, it's global warming
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January marsh sunsetIn CT, last night (thanks, reader)
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Sunday, January 13. 2008A half-smile is a gift. True, demanding education: A Heifetz Master ClassA true teacher pushes you to your limits, and teaches you humility with perhaps a slight touch of kindness - when earned. "Which one do you have in your fingers?" "None of them." "Can you play 17?" "Not now." "OK, play #17."
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Sunday LinksSpies for Al Qaida. Big Lizard. The bad guys seem to slink away right before an assault. Teaching teachers not to teach. h/t, Minding the Campus The real meaning of academic letters of recommendation. The LAT's phony propaganda John McCain: Enemy of free speech Krugman just can't stop America-bashing...but he will stop, once there's a Dem in the White House. Also, at Am. Thinker: Krugman sees Europe thru the looking-glass. NYT begins a vet-bashing series Strong stuff from the Pope: Trivialized sex=trivialized women Global warming has doubtless caused the beautiful snow in Baghdad. Locals feel it's a signal from God - a signal of peace. What about America's "international standing"? Donald Douglas With a lower dollar, American products - and American stocks - are cheaper for the world. Why is that a bad thing? More strong stuff from Vanderleun on New Orleans:
A good wholesome rant. Read the whole thing.
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A Freedom FighterEzra Levant's comments at a Canadian Human Rights Commission "interrogation", re his publishing of the Mohammed cartoons. These videos via LGF. Excellent comments from Steyn. Also comments from Samizdata. Bravo to Ezra.
Saturday, January 12. 2008Earl Scruggs and friendsFroggy Mountain Breakdown. Yes, I like to call it "froggy" instead of "foggy." That's some dang band Earl has with him (thanks, reader). As somebody commented, how did my old Auntie Bertha get in that band? What fun they have. The piano isn't bluegrass, but it does add something to the mix.
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Telluride
As I recall, this is what it looked like when I was there. It is fun, for a Yankee skier, to find seriously challenging hills without icy patches. A daughter snapped this shot up on Telluride last week, while taking a cranium-endangering, high-mountain, virgin-powder run through the trees:
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Michael PollanI have been a fan of Pollan since I read his Second Nature, which tells his story of a city-dweller buying a country house in northwestern CT and learning about the land, the local critters, and especially about gardening. Suburban and country folk have long-known what he slowly learned, but his fresh eye is illuminating, especially his take on gardening as a war with a nature which wants to return his man-altered spaces to woodland succession - via the weed phase. He has a new book, In Defense of Food: An Eater's Manifesto. One of his points seems to be that nutritonal "science" is in its infancy, and that it has little to tell us about what to eat. He recommends eating whatever you grandmother would have cooked. Sounds like my kind of book. He is an engaging writer on any topic. New Yorker quality, but no politics. The Frontal Cortex has more on the book.
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QQQWinston Churchill (h/t, Shape of Days) Continue reading "QQQ" "The Issue"Some good folks have gotten together to produce a daily, blog-based, non-partisan and non-ideological online newspaper, called The Issue. They are notable for their "Issue of the Day," analogous to a front-page story in a newsmagazine, which takes a look at the sides of a controversial issue. Today: Smoker's rights. Give them a look. I am sure that they would welcome Dr. Merc's critique of their site.
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Fear and LoathingGrow a Brain is planning to quit that site, and perhaps begin another of a different sort. He is kind enough, though, to leave us with the screenplay for Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas. Intentionally or not, Thompson's book, with its black, chemically-addled humor, depicted the dead end of the peace, love, hedonism and drug youth "culture" of the time.
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Saturday LinksAnswer the questions and find your candidate, here. An ad Ms. Magazine doesn't want you to see. Powerline If you think US corporate tax rates are too low, read this at Surber. The taxpayer is helping to underwrite the Countrywide buy-out. French textbooks: good preparation for sitting in cafes all day talking about subjects you know nothing about Nathaniel Hawthorne and health care. Phillips at Attack Machine Remember this from 2004? Reuters admits appeasing terrorists Who's stalking whom? Krumm on what Fred Thompson is up to. Hillary's immigration flip-flops. And what's with her attacking big businesses while taking their money? And I see she has hired a new image guru. Moral Health Care vs. Universal Health Care. The Objective Standard Racial tensions roil Dem race. Ben Smith The idea of America and moral relativism, from neoneo. A quote:
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Saturday Verse: William Cowper (1731-1800)From The Task: Book lV, The Winter Evening Oh winter, ruler of th' inverted year, Thy scatter'd hair with sleet like ashes fill'd, Thy breath congeal'd upon thy lips, thy cheeks Fring'd with a beard made white with other snows Than those of age, thy forehead wrapp'd in clouds, A leafless branch thy sceptre, and thy throne A sliding car, indebted to no wheels, But urg'd by storms along its slipp'ry way, I love thee, all unlovely as thou seem'st, And dreaded as thou art! Thou hold'st the sun A pris'ner in the yet undawning east, Short'ning his journey between morn and noon, And hurrying him, impatient of his stay, Down to the rosy west; but kindly still Compensating his loss with added hours Of social converse and instructive ease, And gath'ring, at short notice, in one group The family dispers'd, and fixing thought, Not less dispers'd by day-light and its cares. I crown thee king of intimate delights, Fire-side enjoyments, home-born happiness, And all the comforts that the lowly roof Of undisturb'd retirement, and the hours Of long uninterrupted ev'ning, know. No rattling wheels stop short before these gates; No powder'd pert proficient in the art Of sounding an alarm, assaults these doors Till the street rings; no stationary steeds Cough their own knell, while, heedless of the sound, The silent circle fan themselves, and quake: But here the needle plies its busy task, The pattern grows, the well-depicted flow'r, Wrought patiently into the snowy lawn, Unfolds its bosom; buds, and leaves, and sprigs, And curling tendrils, gracefully dispos'd, Follow the nimble finger of the fair; A wreath that cannot fade, or flow'rs that blow With most success when all besides decay. The poet's or historian's page, by one Made vocal for th' amusement of the rest; The sprightly lyre, whose treasure of sweet sounds The touch from many a trembling chord shakes out; And the clear voice symphonious, yet distinct, And in the charming strife triumphant still; Beguile the night, and set a keener edge On female industry: the threaded steel Flies swiftly, and, unfelt, the task proceeds. The volume clos'd, the customary rites Of the last meal commence. A Roman meal; Such as the mistress of the world once found Delicious, when her patriots of high note, Perhaps by moonlight, at their humble doors, And under an old oak's domestic shade, Enjoy'd--spare feast!--a radish and an egg! Discourse ensues, not trivial, yet not dull, Nor such as with a frown forbids the play Of fancy, or proscribes the sound of mirth: Nor do we madly, like an impious world, Who deem religion frenzy, and the God That made them an intruder on their joys, Start at his awful name, or deem his praise A jarring note. Themes of a graver tone, Exciting oft our gratitude and love, While we retrace with mem'ry's pointing wand, That calls the past to our exact review, The dangers we have 'scaped, the broken snare, The disappointed foe, deliv'rance found Unlook'd for, life preserv'd and peace restor'd-- Fruits of omnipotent eternal love. Oh ev'nings worthy of the gods! exclaim'd The Sabine bard. Oh ev'nings, I reply, More to be priz'd and coveted than yours, As more illumin'd, and with nobler truths. That I, and mine, and those we love, enjoy. . Read a bit about the interesting William Cowper (pronounced " Cooper") at Wiki
Friday, January 11. 2008Friday NiteOK. Due to popular demand, we give you babes, blues, and booze. Charming babe courtesy of Theo, and your beer du jour and yer good blues via Dust My Broom - click on his Friday music selection. If we get too PC around here, we will lose our hearts and souls. We can't help it if we like pretty girls: we were born that way.
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Raising Kids - Then and NowThis oldie came in over the transom: Scenario 1: Jack goes quail hunting before school, pulls into school parking lot with shotgun in gun rack. 1967 - Vice principal comes over, looks at Jack's shotgun, goes to his car and gets his own shotgun to show Jack. 1967 - Crowd gathers. Mark wins. Johnny and Mark shake hands and end up buddies. 1967 - Jeffrey is sent to the principal's office and given a good paddling. Returns to class, sits still and does not disrupt class again. 1967 - Billy is more careful next time, grows up normal, goes to college, and becomes a successful businessman. 1967 - Mark shares Aspirin with the school principal out on the smoking dock. 1967 - Pedro goes to summer school, passes English, goes to college. 1967 - Ants die. 1967 - Johnny soon feels better and goes back to playing. Editor comment: re Scenario 6 - What's wrong with mowing lawns? It's good, clean honest labor, in my opinion. And the result is more measurable than most. Our modern world is too disparaging of real work. Useful effort is ennobling of any man or woman.
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Cletus, Take the ReelAfter Carrie Underwood's Jesus, Take the Wheel. Christians can take a joke (especially if it involves fishin').
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Not your mommyThis is so true, from Samuelson in the WaPo:
Whole thing here. QQQ"Whaddya gonna say? If there must be Democratic candidates in the world, I suppose a win for stealth-lefty Clinton is preferable to a win for far-lefty Obama or loopy-lefty Edwards. That victory speech, though— oy! “Young people who can’t afford to go to college to fulfill their dreams…” As I used to say when my mother told me to finish my greens because kids were starving in Africa: Name one. And why is going to college the only way to fulfill your dreams? And why should I care about some fool teenager’s fool dreams anyway?" John Derbyshire, as quoted by Theo
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