Two Kinds of People
Ran across this line somewhere out there, I forget just where:
"There are two kinds of people in the world: myself, and everyone else."
Ran across this line somewhere out there, I forget just where:
Let it be known, I am not a cook. I am a guy who lives alone in a house way out in the middle of the countryside. Were it not for the microwave in my kitchen, and restaurants within driving distance, I would probably starve to death in short order.
On Accidental Verbosity, Deb muses on body weight and longevity, and "the entirely obvious fact that one doesn't have to be a marathon runner to live to a reasonably old age."
I guess I must be something of an antiquarian. Because I find myself fascinated with gopherspace.
In the April 25 issue of The Weekly Standard, I ran across a book review by Henrik Bering, which opens with the following two paragraphs:
One of the most ghoulish reminiscences of life at Stalin's court was provided by the old Polish Communist security chief Jakob Berman. He recalled late-night banquets in the Kremlin lasting till four in the morning, where exquisite food and drink— roast bear, pepper vodka, and sweet Georgian wines— were served, and where the drunken participants would dance the night away with Stalin manning the gramophone.I'll bet. Smile while you're dancing, or your DJ might wish you into the cornfield...
On one occasion, Berman had slow-waltzed with Molotov, the Soviet foreign minister. "You surely mean Mrs. Molotov," asked the interviewer, Polish journalist Teresa Toranska. "No. Mrs. Molotov was in a labor camp," Berman answered matter-of-factly, adding that in the waltz he played the part of the lady, with Molotov leading. Throughout the night, Stalin was sticking to his DJ duties, while carefully watching everybody. When asked if they enjoyed themselves, Berman gave a qualified assent: "Yes, it was pleasant," he said, "but with an inner tension."
Here in the northeastern corner of Iowa, the trees have been budding these past few weeks. And now this week, the trees have been starting to leaf out— some of them a bit earlier, some of them a bit slower. Here's the big tree out in my back yard, wearing what at this stage looks like a corona of green:
You are just too kind, and I'm going to blush a bright purple!
I'm fascinated to see from my blog stats that only about four out of every seven of my visitors use Internet Explorer.
I see a new Pope has been elected. No word yet on who he is, but they ought to be announcing it soon.
"We are moving toward a dictatorship of relativism which does not recognize anything as for certain and which has as its highest goal one's own ego and one's own desires," said Ratzinger, 78, who has been the Vatican's chief overseer of doctrine since 1981.Sounds to me like my long-standing "Burgess's Law": "Relativism is the intellectual equivalent of disarming you through gun control: for when absolutes are outlawed, only relativists will have absolutes."
"Having a clear faith, based on the creed of the church, is often labeled today as a fundamentalism," he said, making clear that he disagrees with that view.
Okay, this is a bit vague in my head, because we're talking early sixties here— maybe about 1960 or 1961. Anyhow, I remember hearing a certain brand of bicycle advertised— I think it was Schwinn, and I think it was on one of my favorite TV shows at that time, namely Captain Kangaroo— and what I remember is, the price of the bicycle was "slightly higher in the West and South."
Mr. Libertarian sat at the dinner table, along with Mrs. Libertarian and the Young Libertarian. They were finishing a pleasant meal, and Mrs. Libertarian said to her husband, "Would you like some more coffee?"
Happiness, sadness, anger, fear, annoyed [sic], etc. You can "make a request" for an emotion for Eric to convey, and he will add it to his "pending list," at Eric Conveys an Emotion.
Okay, here's the thing: all my life, I've never been much of a sports fan. I always say that if I were to follow a sport, it would probably be baseball. But truth be told, I've just never paid much attention to sports.
Last night I had this really strange dream about "tomahawk nickels." These were nickels which had been minted in the United States for only a few years, way back when, and in the dream I was inspecting some of these tomahawk nickels.
Okay, Dean Esmay laid this one on me; here are my answers to the questions:
Listen up! Caltechgirl has turned Munuvian, and moved her blog to a new address:
Left to myself, I much prefer beer to liquor. But for that once-in-a-blue-moon, I find I do enjoy Bushmills Irish Whiskey. Just the other day, I found that Bushmills goes down very nicely mixed with Spring Grove Lemon Sour pop.
Today happens to be the third blogiversary of Dean's World. I remember how I first stumbled across Dean's World (and through it, the blogosphere) while idly Googling around one day, two and a half years ago. A few weeks later— beginning of November 2002— I posted my first comment there. And I've been hanging out at Dean's World daily ever since!
One thing I've never understood— and I mean just absolutely never understood— is people who will blithely ask to borrow your comb.
By my unscientific estimate, reactions at Slashdot, OSNews, and alt.os.linux.mandrake have been running
Yes, it's true. Following its recent acquisition of Conectiva, Mandrakesoft has announced that Mandrakelinux is now...
Today is my grandmother's 100th birthday. Yes, she was born on April 6, 1905. I'm going to be heading over into central Wisconsin today to see her. And we'll probably order out to the restaurant for chicken dinners, and sit around visiting in her apartment.
In the fall of 1978 I was in graduate school, a teaching assistant in the math department at the University of Wisconsin-Madison. I was living in an apartment on Langdon Street in Madison. And— somehow this is the way it sticks in my memory— I clipped two articles to save, just weeks apart, out of Newsweek. One article had to do with the steep decline in the number of breweries in the United States. The other had to do with the election of a new pope.
Speaking on condition of anonymity, an astronomy professor at a leading university confirmed persistent rumors that, for the past six years, scientists have been receiving and studying signals from a distant star system.