Winesap apples with mesquite honey, almost thou persuadest me to be a sybarite.
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An ant was scurrying busily back to his anthill with some small grain. “What a waste,” a parrot said as it settled down by him. “All this effort, and it will all come to nothing when a bull happens to step on your hill and crush it.”
The ant took notice of the parrot’s words and scurried away towards the fence. “Even worse!” the parrot called. “There are even more animals in that pasture over there!”
But the ant was not headed to the other pasture. The ant had stopped at the fence and was scouting for locations for a new hill under the fence itself. “Even worse!” the parrot called. “Birds that pray on ants will perch above you on the railing, and the uncropped grass that grows underneath the fence will block your view of them. You will be devoured!” The ant then looked for a barer patch under the fence, but the parrot told him it was only bare because a rivulet sometimes flowed through it during rains, which would drown the hill. When the ant found a different spot that was bare of grass due to rocks, the parrot warned the ant that the rocks would surely absorb the heat of the sun and bake the ant.
“I was foolish to listen to you,” the ant replied. “Your warnings reflect no considered judgment. I will return to my hill, reflect on what is to be done, and do what I can. Apart from that, I will be merry, because frantic fretting will do nothing to ward off disaster.”
Moral: Spend your worry frugally.
Bryce Harper wed Kayla Varner. The bride was Nevada’s high school soccer Player of the Year in 2009 and 2011.
John Glenn (1921-2016) was the oldest of the Mercury Seven, almost two years older than Wally Schirra, the next oldest. Gordon Cooper, the youngest, was six years younger than Glenn, and the astronauts ranged from 32- to 37-years old when presented to the world on April 9, 1959. After Scott Carpenter’s death three years ago, Glenn was the last of the Seven still alive.
To my mind, the most distinctive feature of the recent presidential election was the way in which it scrambled previously-stable political coalitions. Even Mormon voters, who are perhaps more similar to one another in mindset and political views than any other religious group, found themselves opposed in ways they never thought possible: Mommy-blogger was divided against mommy-blogger, and church-baller against church-baller.
Mormon Trump voters and McMullin voters differed less in political or moral views than in the meaning they impute to the act of voting. McMullin voters (like my in-laws) seemed to think of their vote as an affirmation of their values. By withholding a vote from Trump, they were making a statement about what they consider to be acceptable behavior in a president.
Although I voted for Trump, I have no quarrel with the “endorsement” view of voting. Not one person in the whole country can say, or likely ever will be able to say, that his vote changed the result of the election. Thus, the “meaning” which we attribute to our individual vote is essentially metaphysical, and not really subject to rational argument. (more…)