....................................................it would be a good start anyway. The WaPo clearly picked this up. Don't know what they said, because it is behind their paywall, one I won't be penetrating. Let me know what I missed.
.................to never having read anything written by David Foster Wallace, until now. Pointed in his direction by this blog post, I read his July, 1996 Esquire magazine essay, The String Theory. Faithful readers may remember that my love of reading was kindled by Philadelphia sports writers in the 1960s. DFW puts those guys to shame. When one gets a kick out of reading the author's footnotes, one suspects the author is among the best. "You are invited to try to imagine what it would be like to be among the hundred best in the world at something. At anything. I have tried to imagine; it's hard."
4. I declare that it is true that life turns out best for the one who makes the best of the way life turns out. The key is improvisation in the face of the unexpected, which is always to be expected. A better name for that is surprise. -Robert Fulghum, other nine are here
...............................the more they stay the same. To wit:
The present moment is one of great distress. But how small will that distress appear when we think over the history of the last forty years; a war, compared with which all other wars sink into insignificance; taxation, such as the most heavily taxed people of former times could not have conceived; a debt larger than all the public debts that ever existed in the world added together; the food of the people studiously rendered dear; the currency imprudently debased, and imprudently restored. Yet is the country poorer than in 1790? We firmly believe that, in spite of all the misgovernment of her rulers, she has been almost constantly becoming richer and richer. Now and then there has been a stoppage, now and then a short retrogression; but as to the general tendency there can be no doubt. A single breaker may recede; but the tide is evidently coming in. -as quoted from Southey's Colloquies on Society, published in 1830
.................we couldn't "drill our way out" of an oil crisis"? Divining the reasons behind ordinary Americans’ disenchantment with the political class is a robust industry these days. They might, in their searches, want to consider that smug, unequivocal assertion that “we can’t drill …” And that patronizing, “addicted to oil” line. The people saying these things were so sublimely confident in their predictions. Seems they weren’t familiar with the wisdom of Yogi Berra who said, immortally, that, “Predictions are hard. Especially about the future.” -as excerpted from here via
Sorry, not sorry. A neologism which I hear young people use frequently, and now people my age are adopting. It's a great phrase. People want you to be sorry for something you did, you feel you're in the right. Sorry, not sorry. "Safe Spaces" aren't about knowledge. They are about being thin-skinned and unwilling to think. ... life means we're free to be offended. We're not free from being offended. We're free to be heard. We're not free to force people to listen. If my tone offends you, if it causes you to discount what I have to say, if it causes you any kind of problem, well, it's your right to feel that way. Good luck with that.
-three wee excerpts culled from this Maggie's Farm essay. Read the whole thing.