Wednesday, June 30, 2010
"I get the willies when I see closed doors."
Well, I get the willies when I see plywood.
Especially plywood replacing windows.
You don't want to see plywood in your neighborhood unless it is part and parcel of a healthy renovation or construction project.
Tuesday, June 29, 2010
Fine by me.
Bravo, Mr. Brisbane.
The article in The New York Times said:
"Mr. Brisbane, who is the grandson of the legendary Hearst editor Arthur Brisbane, said he expected to tackle a wide variety of subjects during his three-year term, including the affect on The Times's journalistic standards of publishing articles for the Web on tight deadlines." [emphasis impertinently added]
Mr. Brisbane may want to begin by tackling the person who ran off with The Times's style manual, or at least the page that covers affect versus effect.
[Note: Well, maybe Mr. Brisbane did tackle the appropriate editor. Somebody did. Immediately after I posted this, I checked the Permalink, as The Times calls it, to the original story. Someone had corrected the word, to good effect, at least for the permanent online version. Fair is fair. Bravo to The Times for making things right. I might have looked like a persnickety fool who was wrong if I did not check that Permalink. This is restorative. It is refreshing to learn that someone saw this and fixed it. It affects me positively, but it certainly does not impact me! Insert emoticon of your choice.]
Thursday, June 24, 2010
Monday, June 21, 2010
I'm scratching my head over the term "anosognosia," not as if I could pronounce it.
But, yes, denial or unawareness of a disability.
Or denial or unawareness of problems, or tragedy.
Yes, I can see where it's pandemic.
This from the Times:
ERROL MORRIS: Yes. Maybe it’s an effective strategy for dealing with life. Not dealing with it.
David Dunning, in his book “Self-Insight,” calls the Dunning-Kruger Effect “the anosognosia of everyday life.” When I first heard the word “anosognosia,” I had to look it up. Here’s one definition:
Anosognosia is a condition in which a person who suffers from a disability seems unaware of or denies the existence of his or her disability. 
Dunning‘s juxtaposition of anosognosia with everyday life is a surprising and suggestive turn of phrase. After all, anosognosia comes originally from the world of neurology and is the name of a specific neurological disorder.
When people use the phrase, "it's a disease of denial," I think: doesn't everyone do that with every disease, and with death, to some extent?
Just thought I'd share this.
Saturday, June 19, 2010
I noticed how people were happy to shell out money to get bottled water from the machines. That's how brainwashed we've become. The water I drank from the clean water fountains was likely cleaner than the bottled water. Most people do not realize, or accept, that municipal water standards are typically stricter than the standards for bottled water. The water from the fountains was pure and clean and cold and tasty. And free. (Not counting taxes or fees, but I don't live in that town; maybe my county taxes figured into the equation.) We'll say virtually free. The point is, municipal water is way cheaper than commercially bottled water.
Of course, people who felt that they'd be repeatedly thirsty could've brought a container (as can school kids, presumably). Or we can -- get this -- walk (!) to a water fountain.
Syracuse-area water is among the best. Why does anyone have to buy water bottled by Pepsi or Coca-Cola?
Now, kids at Bishop Ludden, those of you who have not yet graduated, here's an Earth Day project for next year: unplug and empty those vending machines. Demonstrate. Boycott. Stop using bottled water.
Stroll to the water fountain.
Now that's environmental radicalism.
Wednesday, June 16, 2010
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Friday, June 04, 2010
Thursday, June 03, 2010
You might infer, from the paucity, nay, the nullity, of comments to my posts that no one reads this, that these postings reside in a solipsistic vacuum, as it were.
You might think that, but, nay, it is not quite so.
I have data showing that people from all around the world visit this blog.
They may be mum, but, um, they're my mums.
Wednesday, June 02, 2010
This document purging was preparation for some tidy projects coming up; call it a rolling up of the sleeves, figuratively speaking, to mix metaphors.
The paper winnowing curiously coincides with a procedure tomorrow that requires a winnowing of the human plumbing system. Yay. It's not too bad, not as invasively cathartic as the procedural prep years ago.
Purgatory. That was a tough concept as a kid. "Let me get this straight. It's like hell but not quite forever. Do they tell you it's only for a couple trillion years?" And you wonder why I became an Episcopalian?