Alarming News: I like Morgan Freeberg. A lot.
American Digest: And I like this from "The Blog That Nobody Reads", because it is -- mostly -- about me. What can I say? I'm on an ego trip today. It won't last.
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 brilliant.
Dr. Melissa Clouthier: Morgan Freeberg at House of Eratosthenes (pftthats a mouthful) honors big boned women in skimpy clothing. The picture there is priceless--keep scrolling down.
Exile in Portales: Via Gerard: Morgan Freeberg, a guy with a lot to say. And he speaks The Truth...and it's fascinating stuff. Worth a read, or three. Or six.
Just Muttering: Two nice pieces at House of Eratosthenes, one about a perhaps unintended effect of the Enron mess, and one on the Gore-y environ-movie.
Mein Blogovault: Make "the Blog that No One Reads" one of your daily reads.
The Virginian: I know this post will offend some people, but the author makes some good points.
Poetic Justice: Cletus! Ah gots a laiv one fer yew...
Memo For File XIX
Cindermutha has one of the best rants about ex-spouses I’ve seen. It includes this gem:
I hope that mother fucker gets hit by a gasoline truck, which then explodes and deep fries him into ash that can then be swept up and flushed down the toilet.
Whatever difficulties I, as a man, have in relating to this, I can overcome easily because she’s talking about one of my favorite vices: Irresponsibility. You know, ex-spouses who do freakin’ nothing. I’m with her on this, whether it comes from a man or a woman, that shit will drive you freakin’ insane. Like having an itch you can’t scratch.
Oh and by the way, for everybody who’s in that situation, I have some advice. Advice is worthless. There, that’s your advice. Let everybody go ahead and tell you that you need to come to terms with your lazy spouse being the way he/she is, let them ramble on about how you need to get in touch with your feelings, etc. etc. etc. but in the end, know that they are making themselves feel good by prattling on. Go ahead and keep them as friends, since you need all the friends you can get right now, but bear in mind that you’re doing them more of a favor by pretending to pay attention, than they are doing you by telling you what to do. Your problem? It has no solution. You’re running a race with square wheels. Can’t make ’em round…can’t replace them, not quickly. Just pick better next time, that’s all.
Anyhoo. Her sidebar points to Dummocrats. Dummocrats has a post up about liberals actually being more creative than conservatives. That post, in turn, points to this one over at Althouse. And that piece lifts a quote from Charles E. Sellier, Jr., from this piece in the New York Times. “There are exceptions to every rule, but I�ve been at this [film industry] 34 years, and I really, honestly, believe that the more creative you are, the more likely you are to be a liberal.”
I’ve observed the same thing. Behold: Yin and Yang explains all. Some of us are wired to see the world as a neverending series of projects, with desktops, and tools, and raw material, and templates; others, see the world as a stage. The former thinks 24/7 about what’s going on within a workspace and doesn’t give a rat’s ass about what others think; the latter thinks 24/7 about the emotional vibes of those around them, and is bored by the very concept of workspaces, let alone the prospect of actually working within one for a prolonged period of time.
Half of us have pencils, rulers and compasses, the other half of us have some sort of antenna. And maybe a bullhorn.
That’s why liberals are so incredibly controlling. For recruiting purposes, they draw from the “Yang” who are social creatures, and end up filling out the liberal ranks. Being social creatures, should the Yang find out someone, somewhere, is suffering, or doing something, or thinking a bad thought, in their mind it’s everybody’s business. They grew up “holding court,” deciding moment-to-moment what roomfuls of people would be doing — nobody should be allowed to read a book off in the corner, when it’s been decided that “we” are going to play Parcheesi. And of course, when the ringleader has declared the mood to be happy, nobody should be allowed to be sad. Or vice-versa.
Putting on a play, or making a movie, is an exercise in getting into the other person’s head and anticipating what they will want to be seeing next. You can’t do it without some kind of natural talent for predicting this. Not consistently; not well.
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