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Wednesday, January 16. 2008AirTuesday, January 15. 2008QQQ“It’s the educated reader who can be gulled. All our difficulty comes with the others. When did you meet a workman who believes the papers? He takes it for granted that they’re all propaganda and skips the leading articles. He buys his papers for the football results and the little paragraphs about girls falling out of windows and corpses found in Mayfair flats. HE is our problem. We have to recondition him. But the educated public, the people who read the highbrow weeklies, they don’t need reconditioning. They’re all right already. They’ll believe anything.” C.S. Lewis (h/t, New England Repub) Let them eat brie.From Politico, Nancy Pelosi has changed the menu:
Read the whole thing. Sounds to me like they changed from boy food to girl food. Racial PoliticsWe have been avoiding adding any verbiage to the racial dimensions of these primaries. In general, we hate the subject of race. However, a piece by Sykes at Am. Thinker - Barack Obama's Race Problem: White Liberals - nails the condescension of the liberal elites and of the lefty bien pensants. (thanks, Reader). A quote:
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Update: Just found another worthwhile bit on the subject from David Brooks in the NYT today - The Identity Trap. A quote:
An Honorary Maggie's FarmerMr.
Mr. Page was later arrested for a hate crime, but eventually vindicated - and compensated. The story was linked by a disgusted Mr. Free Market in a piece on "white flight" from the cities, in England. Monday, January 14. 2008Chad Vader, Day Shift Manager
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Jammin' 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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Best Headlines of 2007
"Cold Wave Linked to Temperature." More fun here.
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) 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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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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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 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 Nite
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 The WSJ removes a wall, and the future of the newsy blogworldThe WSJ greatly expands it's free opinion site, as of yesterday. Smart move, Rupert. Take a look: it's got books, "Taste", Arts and Leisure, Taranto's Best of the Web plus the "Opinion Journal Federation" of websites. At this point, the WSJ main site is handling the internet as well as, or better than, any other of the MSM, (although the NY Sun is doing a great job too) and will force the (still marginal, I believe, in the larger scheme of things but not without some influence) blogworld to reconsider what we/they can do best. Meanwhile, the clever MSM like the WSJ is absorbing and integrating the best of the blogworld. Since my crystal ball broke when I dropped it a few years ago, I do not know what the best role of the blogworld might be, but it's probably in opinion and entertainment, and info which is either not mass-market or is neglected by the MSM. Stay tuned! It will be interesting. ArcimboldoI have always gotten a kick out of this portrait of the ineffectual and depressive Holy Roman Emperor Rudolf ll (1552-1612) as Vertumnus - Roman God of the Seasons, by Milan-born Guiseppe Arcimboldo.
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