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...
…and that, folks, is an iron-clad guarantee, as of today. Forty-five, and chugging along with out so much as the slightest hint of any need for this:
Yep, I’ll make do just fine without…corrective eyewear. I have no need for it at all. Nobody knows why…I rise before the birds do, make coffee, respond to my e-mails and do some serious blogging. Most days, anyway. Then I yell at my kid like I’m the Great Santini or something, shower shave & go to work and read technical specs all day long…drive home…do more reading. I keep it up until it’s time to call it a day, then I go back, Jack, and do it again. No contacts, no lenses.
Dad said before 45 I’d wake up some terrible morning and find it impossible to bring the bedroom ceiling into focus, and that would be it. Well, it hasn’t happened.
I have no dietary staple I can recommend to anyone. Except maybe beer.
No, honestly I have no clue. Only thing I can figure is, maybe I’m the very most senior of the new generation that does a lot of reading but not much of it from paper. That’s my very best theory, and I’m not putting a lot of stock in it.
Yeah, I was talking about reading glasses. What did ya think?
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Perfect 20/20 till I was about your age. Only one in my family that didn’t require specs by age thirty. At 54 my glasses are in the other room and I’m squinting at your home page not knowing whether I’m looking at a picture of Helen Thomas or not.
Happy birthday big fella’!
- westsoundmodern | 07/16/2011 @ 09:00Thanks for those encouraging words. Yes, I know there’s a humbling moment up ahead somewhere.
- mkfreeberg | 07/16/2011 @ 09:54Happy Birthday, Morgan. You’re in your prime, Bud. Enjoy it… coz it’s mostly downhill from here. But ya knew that.
- bpenni | 07/16/2011 @ 10:47Happy Birthday to you! I hope your day was wonderful. 🙂
- DarcsFalcon | 07/17/2011 @ 00:44Have more kids. You owe it to the species.
- Tiomoid | 07/17/2011 @ 10:20Happy late birthday, Brother. I, too, am of the lens free crowd. As a glasses-wearing friend once told me, as he was cleaning his goggles: “If I were an antelope, I would be pushed to the outside of the herd and devoured by lions. You’d be fine.” Good thing we’re not antelopes. For him, anyway.
- Andy | 07/18/2011 @ 09:40Thanks Andy!
Three words in reply: We’re not antelopes. 🙁
- mkfreeberg | 07/18/2011 @ 09:42And a late happy birthday from this quarter, too.
Thanks for the choice of illustration. With or without glasses (and I do mean her OR me) that’ll do, pig. That’ll do.
I’ve got about 2.5 years on you, and it’s been just in the last 6 months or so that suddenly the ability my eye muscles have to pull the lens to compensate for its aging deficiency reached a critical point, and now I need those blasted reading glasses for small print up close, or comfortable reading of most books. It’s not that I can’t. It’s just a lot of strain. On the books and newspapers. Small print is right out, period. If I get it far enough away to focus on it, it’s too small to see.
May your eyes last you longer, my friend. Mine aren’t shot yet by a long shot, but when you’re used to nigh on to perfect vision all your life and it starts to go …
Oh, and I’ve had plenty of beer in my day, so we’re going to have to tweak that theory a little. 🙂
- philmon | 07/21/2011 @ 17:49