As a firm believer in quid pro quo, I do check from time to time to make sure that you’re on my blogroll if
I’m on yours. If this isn’t the case, let me know, either in the
comments or by emailing me.
As a firm believer in quid pro quo, I do check from time to time to make sure that you’re on my blogroll if
I’m on yours. If this isn’t the case, let me know, either in the
comments or by emailing me.
Last night at dinner at a Chinese restaurant:
“Burning Man, here we come!” Click the photo to see a site associated with this TV show.
I’ve just come back from an evening out with my coworkers Darryl,
Andrew and Sandra, buzzed off a fair number of Crown-Royal-and-Cokes,
dark beers, and getting invited by the band to join them onstange in a
performance of Steepenwolf’s Born to be Wild.
I’m drunk, but far too amped to fall asleep just yet, so here is the
Accordion Guy Eightfold Noble Path to Living Well (with apologies to Siddhartha Gautama for stealing his schtick):
Well, that’s enough intoxipontification. Now, to bed.
The voting for the 2005 Bloggies closes tonight at 10 p.m.. If you appreciate this blog, please voite for it for “Best Canadian Blog!”
I know Dave Winer disapproves of all the Bloggie-related self-promotion, saying that it lacks dignity. I respond in the street argot of his native Brooklyn: “Dignity, schmignity!” It’s an election, and you’ve got to campaign to win.
Ayn Rand (nee Alissa “Alice”
Zinovievna Rosenbaum) would’ve turned 100 yesterday. To quote Chistopher “Incoming Signals” Bahn, we should all bake cakes and then not share them with anybody.
Rand did get a few things right, in my opinion: communism bad,
capitalism good, reward the talented who produce good output. But her
philosophy, Objectivism, also casts petty selfishness, meanness and
“screw you” as virtues and altruism and charity as vice. Its version of
morality is overly simple and already comes built-in with any five-year
old.
Her followers at the Ayn Rand Institute are no picnic either. Consider the essay What Young People Really Need: Not Volunteerism but Happiness and Heroes:
There is nothing wrong with an individual doing charity work, if it
is not a sacrifice for him. But charity is not a moral ideal, nor does
human life depend on it. Achievement is the moral ideal because man’s
life does depend on it.
If you live by this code of achievement, and struggle for your own
values and attain happiness, then, as a by-product, your life will
serve as an inspiration to others, showing them how much is possible,
giving them courage to struggle for their own achievements. Michael
Jordan, for example, has been termed a “know-nothing capitalist” by
those who, like the President [Bill Clinton at the time the article was written — Joey], hold that goodness consists of taking
poor children to the zoo on a summer day. But a question needs to be
raised to the advocates of volunteerism. What do you think young people
find more inspiring: the sight of Jimmy Carter building churches in the
jungles of Guatemala, or the vision of Michael Jordan soaring through
the air, winning championships and earning millions, then flashing his
joyous, brilliant, life-giving smile? The truth is that Michael
Jordan’s extraordinary success has inspired far more young people,
poor, middle-class or rich, black, white or Asian, to strive for their
own dreams than an army of social workers could ever think possible. As Ayn Rand puts it in Atlas Shrugged, “The sight of an achievement is the greatest gift that a human being could offer to others.”
What. An. Ass. The parable A Boy’s Life or Death is even worse, suffering from both bad philospohy and ham-fisted writing.
Ayn Rand is the topic of discussion on MetaFilter and on the cover of this month’s issue of Reason magazine. If you’d like to find out more about her from a devotee and a detractor, consider this essay by acolyte Leonard Peikoff and this smackdown by Catherine Daligga.
(Amusing note: according to Daligga’s essay, Rand’s funeral wreath was a six-foot floral dollar sign. She was gangsta rap before gangsta rap!). Bling bling, Annie!
Proof that there’s a dating service for every subculture: there’s an Ayn Rand dating and networking site!
Who wants to bet that all those dates are “Dutch”?
My friend and fellow DJ from Clark Hall Pub at Crazy Go Nuts University, Chris “Planet Simpson” Turner, has had a rough weekend. His wife, Ashley Bristowe — also a friend of mine from Crazy Go Nuts University — writes that they had to put down their dog, Pony, after she viciously attacked Chris.
Poor Chris required 40 stitches to his face, and it was decided then
and there that she had to be put down, especially with a baby due very
soon.
It was a difficult choice and it must’ve been hard on them, but it was
the right one. Hang tough, guys, and get well soon, Chris.