Alarming News: I like Morgan Freeberg. A lot.
Anti-Idiotarian Rottweiler: We were following a trackback and thinking "hmmm... this is a bloody excellent post!", and then we realized that it was just part III of, well, three...Damn. I wish I'd written those.
Anti-Idiotarian Rottweiler: ...I just remembered that I found a new blog a short while ago, House of Eratosthenes, that I really like. I like his common sense approach and his curiosity when it comes to why people believe what they believe rather than just what they believe.
Brutally Honest: Morgan Freeberg is an intriguing guy...[he] asks great questions and answers others with style, flair, reason and wit. On the blogroll he goes. Make him a part of your regular blogospheric reading. I certainly will.
Brutally Honest: Morgan Freeberg is brilliant.
Common Sense Junction: Misha @ Anti-Idiotarian never ceases to amaze me. He keeps finding other good blogs. I went over to A.I. this morning for my daily Misha fix and he had found this guy named Morgan Freeberg in Fair Oaks, California, that has a blog, House of Eratosthenes. Freeberg says its "The Blog That Nobody Reads" but it may now become the blog that everybody reads.
Jaded Haven: Good God, Morgan, you cover a topic from front to back with a screwy thoroughness I find mind boggling. I'm in awe of your thought proccesses, my friend, you're an exceptional talent. You start by throwing in the kitchen sink, tie in someone's syphilitic uncle, bend around a rip tide of brilliance and bring it all home in a neat, diamond dripping package of an exceptionally readable moment of damn fine wordsmithing. I love reading you.
Mein Blogovault: Make "the Blog that No One Reads" one of your daily reads.
Philmon: When Morgan meanders, stick with him - he's got a point and it'll be worth it in the end. He's not a hit-and-run snarky quip kind of guy. The pieces all fall into place like tumblers in a lock and bang! He's opened a cognative door for you.
Rightlinx: Morgan at House of Eratosthenes is one of the best writers out there. I read him nearly every day because he manages to provide an interesting perspective, even though I don't always agree.
Poetic Justice: Cletus! Ah gots a laiv one fer yew...
The Best Sentence I’ve Read Lately Award today goes to Vexorg, a commenter on Gerard Van der Leun’s website, American Digest. Thanks to blogger friend Buck, we found out about Gerard’s romp through our old stomping grounds of Seattle, where he was able to capture an impressive photo album of the
hippie exhibit Hempfest 2007 shindig.
Guitars, old moldy clothes, moccasins, knit caps, tattoos, metal piercings, more metal piercings, and more metal piercings. Old glory days, old Woodstock veterans, and newer enthusiasts trying to repeat an exercise that predated them.
It’s the “sweet sixteen” Hempfest down by the sound in ye olde Seattle. Yes, sixteen years of celebrating reduced cerebration busts loose in Myrtle Edwards Park; a slim strip of grass, driftwood, and a breakwater bracketed by genetic research institutes and the world’s worst modern sculpture park.
It’s a strange celebration and not only because the thousands attending are strange by birth, design and recent inhalation, but because the drug it celebrates is officially not in attendance. It’s like an Oktoberfest without the beer.
…to judge by the furtive deals going on down by the breakwater, the “Drug Free” zone is an illusion. The drugs here are anything but free. Ditto the burritos, bongs, and hemp brownies. Other than that, the crowd — running to type and overwhelming predictability — underscores the last line. No matter what else may be going on, This is not a free zone. It’s a zone bounded by ritual and tedium.
I no longer remember, if I ever did, exactly what we had in mind at the San Francisco Acid Tests or the Human Be-In, but I’m pretty sure it wasn’t anything as obvious as all this. We were, I believe, trying to “change the world,” not sell it a hemp t-shirt.
The other theme that knits this bizarre replication of the middle ages together is the overwhelming presence of “artisan handcrafts” in the form of the hand-blown glass bong. Somewhere, probably in an obscure province of China, whole villages are dedicated to blowing molten glass and shaping them into these items. And all along the waterfront here today endless vendors are displaying them in all shapes and sizes.
Now you might think that everyone attending Hempfest already has their own personal bong, but evidently that’s not the case. There’s a brisk business going on. There’s also a lot of testing of the new bongs on the side as the local police wisely decide to wander only intermittently through the crowd.
And on the seventh comment, along comes our champion with a one-liner that easily snags the Best Sentence award.
This is the type of religion you end up with when you think you don’t have one.
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