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...
“We are sick of hooking up with guys,” writes the comedian Julie Klausner, author of a touchingly funny 2010 book, “I Don’t Care About Your Band: What I Learned from Indie Rockers, Trust Funders, Pornographers, Felons, Faux-Sensitive Hipsters and Other Guys I’ve Dated.” What Ms. Klausner means by “guys” is males who are not boys or men but something in between. “Guys talk about ‘Star Wars’ like it’s not a movie made for people half their age; a guy’s idea of a perfect night is a hang around the PlayStation with his bandmates, or a trip to Vegas with his college friends…. They are more like the kids we babysat than the dads who drove us home.” One female reviewer of Ms. Kausner’s book wrote, “I had to stop several times while reading and think: Wait, did I date this same guy?”
I remember from years and years ago, “most” people would ask me things like “why are you so hung up on politics?” and my answer would be something variation of, “because that’s my money they’re spending…money that belongs to my kids who aren’t born yet…this stuff has a real impact.” And then “everyone” would ask me “why aren’t you interested in sports when everyone else is?” and I’d come back with “because…that stuff does not have a real impact.”
Now I’m not so engaged in self-worship as to say this is any kind of special ability of mine. It’s just a difference in concerns. Some of us make a special point of being concerned about things that matter, and some of us make a special point of being concerned with things that don’t matter.
Aw wait, that still came out wrong…
There is a possibility here that I’m not in any kind of minority; with the Tea Party and all, maybe I’m actually in the majority and it is only a perceived majority, and a factual minority, that goes the other way.
I do know this though: If you really do want to be all hung up on fluff, things that don’t matter, the “circuses” part of the bread-and-circuses…you can only be so engaged with it to the extent that your circumstances permit. Which team is going to win the Super Bowl — when the cupboards are full and the bills are all paid, that might seem a reasonable question to ask. And, let’s be fair about it, “Now that they’ve rebooted Star Trek, is Jean-Luc Picard still going to exist?” falls into the same category.
If your circumstances are such that even potable water is a matter subjected to some question, you probably won’t be asking about this stuff…
And this is where the ladies of marriageable age become frustrated. It’s the same thing we’ve discussed in these parts many times before. Modern life is too comfortable. We’re getting all fixated on a bunch of crap.
People tap into their Wells Fargo bank accounts through a Bank of America machine, or vice versa, and get socked a buck twenty-five for the “privilege” of accessing their own dough. They feel like their human rights have been violated. Time to riot in the streets. Grrrr!
And then they go pick up their morning frothy foo-foo drink at Starbucks for $4.50 and don’t so much as bat an eyelash.
What’s happening to young men? The same thing that’s happening to everybody else; the same thing that is happening to people in general. We’re losing our bearings. We are losing the ability to prioritize, because there’s no reason to.
We know the sun is going to come up tomorrow no matter what, and until it sets again, & beyond, we’ll still have enough to eat. There is no decision we can make that will put that in jeopardy, or if it is in jeopardy, will pull it out again.
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