Weekend Reading – Oddly Inadequate


Space-Detective-1952The case can be made that he has been more successful than I.

Magazines in the poetry ecosystem.

I already knew this.

Just one of many things wrong with his books, I suspect. Not that I would know from experience. I’m not ashamed to say that I tend to avoid this kind of book. Though I did start (but never finished) Guns, Germs and Steel.

Weekend Reading – Naturally, Florida Gets Namechecked In Any Article About Terrible Trends


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The decline of the humanities. More specifically, government support for the humanities. Apparently, it’s not worth it anymore. Ugh. And naturally, Rick Scott, Florida’s favorite governor/unindicted co-conspirator in the largest Medicare fraud case in human history, gets name checked for being a huge a–hole.

It’s an art and an industry. The pun is deliberate.

The scientist as Emersonian scholar-poet.

Rising like the phoenix.

Midweek Staff Meeting – CPA


Prose-1 (1)Not ‘certified public accountant,’ ‘continuous partial attention,’ the internet affliction.

The god of writers. My totem would be an etching of the prophet Gad, one of the prophets who advised King David. He appears briefly in the Book of Samuel, but there is supposed to be a lost book called ‘The Book of Gad the Seer’ that is mentioned in the Chronicles, but which no one has seen since before… well, a long a freaking time. Gad stopped a plague once, apparently, but really doesn’t have much association with writing. Heck, we don’t even has his book.

We still don’t have a philosopher-king (or philosopher-prime minister, but that’s partly because we don’t have prime ministers in America, which, we possibly should, but that’s another discussion, the advantages and disadvantages of the parliamentary versus presidential systems; could one describe [depict?] Obama as a sort of philosopher-president; maybe, but, as much as he’s mocked as an egghead, he’s really more in the evangelical of the educated preacher, rather than the public intellectual; no, you’d have to go back to founding figures like Thomas Jefferson and James Madison to find our philosopoher-presidents, I think). But I do remember reading Michael Ignatieff’s editorials. I don’t remember being impressed. If I recall, he had kind of a Thomas Friedman thing going on, and, really, for pundits, is there any more grievous insult than being compared to Thomas Friedman. I mean, without getting deep into the downright idiotic chaff, like Ross ‘the neckbeard’ Douthat or ridiculously stupid and offensive figures like Cohen.

A cri de coeur for a return to polymathy. No. Seriously. Which is cool, because I’m probably closer to being a polymath than I am to being a specialist.

Happiness sucks. There. I’ve said it.

I’m just getting started!

Monday Morning Staff Meeting – It’s A Comic Novel


imagesMental illness diagnostics as parody.

A conservative looks at the liberal critic’s critique of liberalism.

Ok, this is a rather neat bit of rambling, informal essay. An old fashioned sort of essay really. Sort of nineteenth century. But the idea of disassociation from process, which the author links to his relationship with music and the act of setting the needle on the record compared to the act of activating purely aetherially stored music on the world wide interwebs cloud.

Sunday Paper – The End Of Art


n-NEW-QUASAR-large570Has art become philosophy? And does that mean the end of art, in a certain sense (and the beginning of something else; the guy this article is about it all about Hegel, well not all about Hegel, but more about Hegel than most people are, which is a low bar, really, because how many people incorporate a lot of Hegel in their lives? Not even philosophers, leastwise, not philosophers in America, do that regularly. So… I don’t know. Take from this what you will. And by the way, Brillo Boxes is awesome. Thought you should know.)

So, this new black hole/quasar thingie they found is freaking astrophysicists out and stuff, what with gas moving weirdly or maybe just moving in a circle.

‘The tragedy of commonsense morality.’

Monday Morning Staff Meeting – From Beyond The Hallowed Halls


Why are people so concerned with a few hundred thousand dollars when I have uncovered the secrets of the universe?

There should be a punctuation mark for irony. Actually, there is. Or rather, there are several. But I don’t think my word processing program is familiar with them, so I never use them. But you can see how such a thing could be useful, especially in electronic communications, like email and text messages.

Everybody, and I mean everybody, or least, everybody who was anybody to having pretensions of intellectualism and were also under age twenty-five, none of which is intended as a knock on the book, had this book back in the early nineties. And probably before that, too, but frankly, I wouldn’t have known if they did. I mean, sure, I probably saw some of the shelves and was intrigued, with a cover like an oversized science fiction novel, but I really couldn’t have made any reasonable generalizations at the time.

I had no idea that Fanny Howe and Susan Howe were sisters. I love Fanny Howe and am always frustrated at how difficult it is to find her work. On the shelves where I had hoped to find Fanny was, instead, a poetry collection by Susan, instead. But knowing they are sisters doesn’t make it any less frustrating that the only bookstore in DC that seems to stock Fanny’s poetry is Bridestreet Books, which makes sense, seeing as they have, hands down, the best poetry selection… well, anywhere I’ve seen. And that includes the estimable Skylight Books in Los Angeles and even the serpentine stacks of the Strand in New York.


I like wheat beers. And yes, I am.2305

Weekend Reading – Rise Up, Ye Believers


Against ‘scientism.’

Not so fast! cries renowned scientismist, Daniel Dennett.

The internet has killed the public intellectual with the shameless, mind numbing craptitude of TED-ism.

A philosopher and his beard.

Weekend Reading – It’s Happening Again


The book is dead. Again. Apparently.

Coffee cars.

DC has a whole lot o’ awesome jazz clubs (Twins Jazz is my personal favorite).