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...
There’s no denying the popularity of zombies—by which I mean the modern brain-hungry, shambling, disgusting, undead-or-plague-infected monsters, not the traditional figures from voodoo culture. The modern craze started in the late 1960s and 1970s with George Romero and John A. Russo’s Night of the Living Dead in 1968 and the movie franchises that followed it. But recently the popularity of zombies seems to have grown dramatically. Movies like Zombieland, 28 Days Later, and Shaun of the Dead seem to come out every year; books like Max Brooks’s World War Z and the young adult novel The Forest of Hands and Teeth climb the bestseller lists; and video games like Dead Rising and Left 4 Dead sell millions of copies.
But what if this fascination is about more than just gross-out gore and action thrills? What if it represents a subtle, subconscious understanding that something is wrong—spiritually wrong—with our culture.
Zombies represent the appetite divorced from everything else. They are incapable of judgment, self-awareness, or self-preservation. Though they still move and act, they are not really alive. They hunger and are never filled. And they aren’t just hungry for anything—they specifically want to eat the living, and even more specifically the brain, seat of rationality and self control.
In Pauline terms, they are the sarx in its purest form. Without a soul to control it, the flesh is a slave to its own desires. The rise in popularity of zombies, then, may reflect a rise in anxiety over the elevation of appetite in modern life, a popular recognition that appetite has gotten out of control, and that unchecked, unreflective, and immoderate appetite is a form of death.
Hat tip to Anchoress.
It’s definitely a Thing That Makes You Go Hmmmm…especially for me. Many’s the time I’ve driven through the mean streets of Folsom, where the story is always the same: Dickhead in the car in front of you has all the time in the world, dickhead in the car behind you is in some big ol’ hurry — until he passes you and gets his butt in your face, then all of a sudden he has all the time in the world. What a bunch of dickheads. Move it, dickhead!
And then I stop and think…my God, this is why they behave like this; they’re doing it to each other. They just did it to me, and I’m becoming one of them! It’s like zombies! And I’ve been bitten!
So why now? I think Cordray is on to something. People “work” by sitting in cubicles five feet wide and seven feet deep, and doing something that justifies a status report or a time sheet. That’s their “work.” If they’re exceptionally lucky, they’ll be among the very few who actually build something and then they’ll be able to say, look, I pulled in a paycheck by building something. But most people don’t build something…so they perform something…then they get the paycheck and spend it, or give it to somebody else to go spend. Then they consume, sleep, and it’s time to go do it again and again. Perform and consume. Occasionally some unsettling piece of evidence will arrive to suggest nobody’s placing any real value on the performing, that the remuneration of the paycheck is simply part of someone else’s performance. And so people, quite logically, start to feel like zombies; just drifting through a so-called “life” with an appetite.
Why now? Because we’re bored, that’s why. We are overly-urbanized. The problems we manage to identify in hopes of a constructive solution, we look to others to solve — without faith.
Update: Neal Boortz has a video clip up that seems apropos. “Flash Mob Loots 7-11”:
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