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...
Good health to you and yours throughout the year, may your struggles be few and far between. May you drown in an abundance of the things you need. And of the things you want, may you be missing only enough of them that you can keep your sense of perspective.
That gap between when you know what to complain about, and when you know what to do about it — may it always be closed up tighter than a frog’s ass. Because we all know how frustrating it is when it yawns wide open.
May you think your way through every challenge, and feel your way ’round none.
May you effortlessly separate what matters, from what doesn’t.
In other words, don’t be like Thomas Friedman of the New York Times (Hat tip: Rick, again).
Landing at Kennedy Airport from Hong Kong was, as I’ve argued before, like going from the Jetsons to the Flintstones. The ugly, low-ceilinged arrival hall was cramped, and using a luggage cart cost $3. (Couldn’t we at least supply foreign visitors with a free luggage cart, like other major airports in the world?) As I looked around at this dingy room, it reminded of somewhere I had been before. Then I remembered: It was the luggage hall in the old Hong Kong Kai Tak Airport. It closed in 1998.
The next day I went to Penn Station, where the escalators down to the tracks are so narrow that they seem to have been designed before suitcases were invented. The disgusting track-side platforms apparently have not been cleaned since World War II. I took the Acela, America’s sorry excuse for a bullet train, from New York to Washington. Along the way, I tried to use my cellphone to conduct an interview and my conversation was interrupted by three dropped calls within one 15-minute span.
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My fellow Americans, we can’t continue in this mode of “Dumb as we wanna be.”
Wah! Wah! My plane landed safely, but I can’t get my Wi-Fi to work! Wah! Wah!
May your relatives who are like this — we all have some — pull their heads out of their butts, and may you be around to see it happen. And if they don’t, may you have many a laugh in the year ahead, at their expense.
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A very Merry Christmas to you and yours, Morgan. I hope Santa was good to ya!
- Buck | 12/25/2008 @ 15:00Where people don’t care about cleanliness they tend to care little about safety. So bitch about filth, and where filth occurs assume you are lucky to land safely.
- mythusmage | 12/25/2008 @ 15:07