Best quote I’ve read today, from James Fallows: Death and taxes, inevitable; anything about China, not
“But the idea that the internet, Starbucks, and nice new clothes will necessarily lead China toward a liberal, democratic civil society? That contention needs to be separated from all the other questions, because it’s just wrong.”
Couldn’t even make it through Matthew Yglesias slam on Tim Armstrong’s solo effort “A Poet’s Life”, where the only thing I learned is evidently you can use the word “fuck” on an Atlantic-branded blog, and Tim’s solo effort probably sucks — even if you are a ska fan.
I did have the few seconds of concentration it took to read a brief article titled “Who’s Your Daddy” which frightens us to consider the future of genetic testing for everyone. Finding out who your daddy (or great granddaddy for that matter) isn’t might upset more apple carts than the apples are worth. We must fear the chaos which will ensue when the sequencing of our DNA becomes routine, and it will. Either way, I know who is not my daddy.
I hope ya’ll never believed that. ;)
With Google being my home base, and having “the worst privacy practices” among the Internet’s top destinations, it was only a matter of time before everyone found out Karl wasn’t my daddy, and my name was not Alice (Cooper) in Wonderland or Not.
Come on, doesn’t everyone know, although Google may be the worst, they are all your “big brothers” and you need to act accordingly. Google may not only be the first to know who your daddy is, Google may be the first to let everyone else know…hell they may even be the one to let you know. If it bothers you I suggest you throw away your computer now.
What I’ve read from new people this week.
A gentlemen wrote me a brief note at Blog Catalog saying “I enjoyed the perusal of your blog…You got immense talent, that is for certain, and opinions. I think you’ve grown quite a bit in blogging — I went back to the first posts — and that is what stands out the most. Interesting subjects, though you obsess (like bloggers do) on a few topics.”
I think it was the “though you obsess (like bloggers do) on a few topics” thing that got me annoyed, so I followed the blogger back to his blog. Praise me and I say thank you, tell me you actually went back and read that natty old poorly written crap I have yet to reformat from blogger and that I obsess and I will 1. cry and feel lazy for not fixing or deleting it, 2. follow you back to see if you obsess.
Indeed, the obsession is baseball, and the post was very good. First time I ever read a baseball post without nodding off.
Baseball & Society: Why It matters so go visit No More Mr Nice Guy.
My fear: That I am one of those people who blog too much.
You’ve seen those lists. I’m sure many of you have been able to see yourself in those lists, and can add to them.
These were my latest clues.
I headed out for a midnight drink and remained logged in to my blog log leaving this pending blog post open as if being unable to bear the closing of it. When “the violin man” showed up unexpectedly prompting the midnight watering hole trip I called him” the violin man” to his face, because I couldn’t remember his real name.
And the song for the weekend is of course:
The quote on China is a good one. I’m no expert on China, most of the time China is not on my radar. Maybe it should be.
I was never one for Rancid or Operation Ivy for that matter.
If my great grand daddy is not my great grad daddy I don’t want to know. Some untruths are best left uncovered.
I like your obsessions and your quirks. Good History piece on that blog.
First time I ever read a baseball post without nodding off.
:(
I was here only because I thought Karl was your Daddy.
Never listened to Rancid.
How ignorant can people be, “they” know everything there is to know and then some, it should come as no surprise. I am frightened of my personal credit/bank information being out there. I try not to search for the recipe’s for lethal poisons or atomic bombs online.
I don’t know many people who blog. Seems strange considering there are so many of them out there.
I think blogging is hard. You can obsess all you want, this still a great blog.
Baseball, ah you had to bring up that. The Orioles, such a shitty year, but I’m stuck with them.
Karl is definitely Alice Cooper’s daddy. Several of the bloggers I’ve met in person I’ve called by their bloggy names. If we’re going down we’re going down together.
You know you love Lacrosse! Proclaim it from on high!!!
I’m still a goalie for my college, but will probably have to quit after this coming season.
Jacob: I like my obsessions too, or they wouldn’t be mine I guess. China should be on every one’s radar. Your a golf man though right Jacob?
EW: You know I didn’t mean yours.
Don’t look at me that way.
Casey:
Orioles only makes me think of birds. Camden Yards is fun but mainly because I can walk to Inner Harbor from there. I don’t eat hot-dogs.
Doug: Karl would be a fitting daddy to the Alice Cooper persona — snakes and all.
The blogger names seem fitting don’t they?
oldsoul: I have nothing against lacrosse players, some of my best friends…blah blah blah. I am against the culture of lacrosse as it stands. My bother played it — private MD school…my friends played it — public school Maryland. Whole different attitude. To say the private school boys were assholes for the most part is being kind. Sorry bro. To admit to having met just as many non-asshole college lacrosse player as asshole college lacrosse player would be a lie. I can not tell a lie. I can only make mistakes.
I like the game though.
I really liked Karl being Alice’s father also. Actually my newest name for you is anagram girl
I have no idea where half my DNA comes from and it’s one of the few things I have never obsessed over
Anybody who blogs more than three times a week over a period of several years is obsessed with blogging and maybe that’s a not bad thing. Obsessive people just find another obsession. At least this one is legal
I know, I’m just messing with you.
Thanks for the connection to my blog. I appreciate your thoughts on other topics — like China and DNA — because it rounds out the blogging world we obsess in often.
I started this penchant to blog in July 2005. Before that, it was “journaling” since 1997. Being an atypical male, but with the trappings of a typical male, you do what you do but most of my friends, male and female alike, don’t know I do those things. This to me is fine.
Once again, big ups!
I fucking love Blondie!
Rock on!
You’re not Alice Cooper? Shit!
0n father’s day it’s good to know who your daddy is
I’m going to check out A Poet’s Life.
I prefer Yahoo.
Obsess eh? I’d call it a niche… but to assist in your reform may I suggest these topics for the upcoming week.
Monday-Worm holes
Tuesday-The fiber benefits of adding Dandelions to salads
Wednesday-Why do the Cubs suck every year
Thursday-Analysis of the Aztec calendar
Friday-Are Angelina Jolie’s lips fake
Saturday-Will school vouchers work
Sunday-The benefits of berber carpeting
I knew Karl was not your daddy because I know both of Karl’s children and the girlie one is a disciple of Ayn Rand. You, my sweet, appear not to be the enamored-by-Ayn-Rand type.
Thank god for that.
Baseball is, well, baseball. I have two teams that I like: the Red Sox and any team that beats the skankees.
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Obsess eh? I’d call it niche-but to aid your rehabilitation let me suggest some topics for the upcoming week.
Monday-The Fiber benefits of using dandelions in salads
Tuesday-Mating rituals of prehistoric Mesopotamians
Wednesday-Why the Cubs suck EVERY year
Thursday-Should Arnold Swarchenegger star in Terminator 4
Friday-The future of the Roman alphabet
Saturday-What you want to be when you grow up
Sunday-At what point is hay no longer good for horses
Pia:
I was fond of the time Karl was my father. I removed all those pictures because of hits from government agencies.
I have a feeling I am going to have to cut it down to a couple times a week. The time is just not there.
ew: Well happy fathers day wombat. ;)
Jason: “bigs ups” to you as well.
I won’t tell your friends…I promise.
Rex: I see you as a Blondie lover, yes I do.
Kyahgirl: I’m sorry. ;(
G: I use yahoo rarely, but I do use it.
sauerkraut: I ‘m one quarter enamored with Rand, but I lean more toward combinationism. ;)
I’d rather read a person who blogs too much than blogs too little. At least the person who blogs too much has something they feel is important to say unlike the person who blogs too little, who either thinks that, because of the infrequency of posts, people ought to read him or is so insecure he believes he really has nothing important to say.
Yes, Miss Cooper, as far as bloggers go, you’ll do in a pinch.
Danny: Thank you for the list, I’ll get right on it.
MoJo: Well that would be me. Is that like being a pinch — hitter?
The fact I have to write in my blog during lunch break as well as the fact I take lunch at eleven should be a clue as to how early I now get up and why my blogging may have to decrease to… eh three times a week. ;)
Actually Google is a real gossip-monger.…
I don’t dare to read that list of Scobleizer. I’ve even exchanged the TV for blogging!
Captains are gossip mongers to n’est pas?
I don’t dare to read that list of Scobleizer. I’ve even exchanged the TV for blogging!
It’s best not to look then.
You blog more than I could ever hope to. You should blog as often as you like, the more often the better. I don’t always get here for every post but I always manage to catch up.
I like that you say something most of the time and don’t post random useless videos. If you blogged that way it would suck and I would tell you you blog too much, but until it starts to suck I say keep going.
You might want to be try harder to remember people’s real life names.
Hey, if I didn’t know who your daddy was I might have believed it. I’m naive like that.
Hey yanno… I haven’t posted a random useless video in some time. I wonder if Britney Spears has some new skanky underwear shots available that I could post. …
I enjoyed the whole “who’s your daddy”, as well as the “older, drunk, fake boyfriend ruse.
Breaks up the serious tone.