Maggie's Farm

We had a magnificent wind and snow storm last night in southern New England. Powerful, exciting, exhilarating, and humbling Yankee weather. Trees and powerlines down everywhere, and roads blocked all over the place. Church had no power and no heat - like in the old days -  so those of us who made it huddled in "The Upper Room" instead of the sanctuary and it worked just fine. Cozy. Those church candles found a real purpose - illumination, instead of atmosphere. And a sermon concerning the dark side of God which I will discuss on the blog one of these days, soon.

Listening to George Jones, Emmylou, Johnny Cash, and Alison Kraus, Norm, if you were wondering. Plus some of The Dylanologist's recent Dylan bootlegs which he gave me for Christmas. Will pick an opera later - not sure which yet. And putting off working on quarterly taxes as long as possible. Also wondering why no-one is commenting on my Truthiness piece - I thought it was a good take-off point. I guess not - damn. That's why I am not in the marketing business. Just no sense of "mass market." But we don't want to be a boutique blog: we want to be Walmart! Or, at least, Costco. The price is right, isn't it?

One more thing - the blog Humbug introduced themselves to me via email. They specialize in detecting fallacy and bullshit, and have a good sense of fun. I will not permit Barrister to read their stuff - don't want us to inadvertently plagiarize on our new Fallacy of the Week idea, which we arrogantly imagined was an original idea. Here's one of their latest posts - on Princeton's appalling Peter Singer.

And a final comment: Powerline is remarkable today. Too much good stuff. How do those guys do it? This one, to only single out one of many fine pieces.