His Majesty was wearing a sour face when he came out to breakfast this morning.
New ideas that are also good are pretty hard to come by, given how long humanity has been gleaning the vineyard.
New ideas that are bad are a dime a dozen.
Therefore, most new ideas are going to be bad ones.
Therefore, the taste for novelty is a destructive thing.
There is no such thing as Santa Claus.
All thirty minutes are worth listening to.
Anyway: it worries me a little that “blogs are dying,” because if so we lose the idea of a place where people speak their piece, as oppose to speak in pieces.
While most blogs weren’t deathless examples of great writing, there was the opportunity for individualism, and you don’t get that from a Pinterest page. You don’t get it from a feed of things snipped and reblogged and pinned and shoveled into The Feed. The web turns into bushels of confetti shoveled into a jet engine, and while something does emerge out the other end, it’s usually made impressive by its velocity and volume, not the shape it makes.
This makes me think of what Jaron Lanier described as the hive mind.
So school teachers’ lesson plans are “trade secrets” exempt from the various Freedom of Information statutes? In a Sith’s eye!
Note: this piece is cross-posted at Nathaniel’s home blog DifficultRun.
Almost all of the many articles and blog posts in the lead up to the 50 Shades of Grey release last weekend have been negative, so I had some hope that better sense would prevail and people would stay home rather than prove that controversy and porn are quick and easy paths to profit. That just goes to show you that my sense of cynicism has room to grow. (more…)
His Majesty has found a new way to eat his porridge: Flavored with shredded ham and Swiss cheese, with a fried egg on top.
Real communities involve extended networks of trust and goodwill. Fake communities have regulations, fees, subsidies, and checklists.
As I mentioned to Bruce Charlton in the comments section of a previous post, once you get His Majesty monologuing, you can’t get him to shut up.
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Even the bravest that are slain
Shall not dissemble their surprise
On waking to find valor reign,
Even as on earth, in paradise;
And where they sought without the sword
Wide fields of asphodel fore’er,
To find that the utmost reward
Of daring should be still to dare.
The light of heaven falls whole and white
And is not shattered into dyes,
The light for ever is morning light;
The hills are verdured pasture-wise;
The angel hosts with freshness go,
And seek with laughter what to brave;—
-thus Frost. The poem goes on, but not nearly so well. In fairness, though, anything would be letdown after the line ‘wide fields of asphodel forever.’
You never know what will get His Majesty monologuing over breakfast.