Nick S. writes: Completely trivial, but somehow this seems unfogged-appropriate:
I find it soothing to read an article so incredibly optimistic that it concludes with a forecast for Elizabeth Warren's presidency in 2016. Deeply soothing.
Via K-sky, elsewhere
Yesterday a friend was telling a story about an undergraduate philosophy of science course, which included the throwaway line "...pseudosciences such as astrology, Marxism, Creationism,..." I did the obnoxious thing where you get hung up on what's not the point, and derail the story. (I call it being a critical reader.)
Anyway: Marxism? A pseudoscience?! I googled it, and apparently that's a thing people debate, but...Marxists are my people. Pseudoscience means quacks. I took offense.
My brother was lamenting that his kid will never, ever ever admit he's wrong about something. Just absolutely cannot handle it. I was trying to remember how I felt about admitting I was wrong, when I was elementary-age, and I remembered this: Admitting you're wrong is a get-out-of-jail-free card. When a situation is going badly, you just toss up your hands and say "I'm wrong!" and everyone congratulates you and gives you a pass. (I'm sure I didn't always follow this, but I remember recognizing the basic phenomena.)
On a different topic, Hokey Pokey wore a skirt to daycare today, which puts me somewhere on the spectrum between right-on-trend and internet-cliche. (Next I should fabricate a story about a homophobic redneck accosting him in Walmart, right?)
Anyway, he's cute:
Sorry about the crappy phone pic.
Hottest trend in spring fashion shows? Translucent shirts warn without supportive or obscuring undergarments of any kind.
What is the statute of limitations on someone who grieves in a very, um, cliched preachy intrusive way about their cousin who died on 9-11? Also, how soon was 9/11 a perfectly reasonable wedding date? I'm willing to cut the latter question quite a bit of slack, because wedding planning is such a pain, but I saw an anniversary announcement today and it amused me to contemplate their decision-making process. And I barely judge those of us with the audacity to be born on this date, at all.
Tim Burke on technocrats:
Obama's new education policy neatly showcases the spectrum of choice we now have in our political system: to be ground down a bit at a time by technocrats who either won't admit to or do not understand the ultimate consequences of the policy infrastructures they so busily construct or to be demolished by fundamentalists who want to dissolve the modern nation-state into a panoptic enforcer of their privileged morality, a massive security and military colossus and an enfeebled social actor that occasionally says nice things about how it would be nice if no one died from tainted food and everyone had a chance to get an education but hey, that's why you have lawyers and businesses.
The entire post is exactly right and full of excellent quotes. A better FPP would graciously acknowledge that this came from Neb without judgmentally pointing out that he might have chosen to post it himself.
As usual, when someone I'm willing to vote for wins something, my immediate reaction is "Huh. I wonder what's wrong with him that he's electable. (And of course he's not mayor yet, I shouldn't count chickens. But neither Thompson nor Lhota seems like much of a threat.)
Nonetheless, it was kind of pleasant to watch an election where (a) it was easy to tell who was intentionally presenting himself as the furthest left candidate (oh, I'm not trusting this to mean anything, but it was at least the pitch DeBlasio was making) and (b) the electorate reacted enthusiastically. Bloomberg's last two races didn't feel like a centrist plutocrat beating someone perceptibly to his left, they felt like he was running unopposed. When there was a leftist choice, voters took it.
Witt writes: Reporter takes a look at cell-phone resellers in Ghana. I found the article a little off-putting in its anthropological approach, but the phenomenon is still interesting:
They are building a new Dollar General on my way to work. Dollar General is in the top five most depressing stores to shop in, easy. Contra name, things might be priced at more than a dollar, but it will be cheap plastic crap nonetheless, and the umbrella chair will break the first time you use it, and the flip-flops will rub holes in your child's feet, and the toy shovel will buckle from the force of a three year old shoving it in the sand. Whole shelves of merchandise will have accumulated a thick layer of dust, like bags of plastic Easter eggs and Easter grass next to wreaths, next to shower curtain liners and rings. A small overpriced grocery section is usually near the front, which often carries the quick-sell and mildly damaged produce, bread, and cans from the local grocery store.
The idea that someone proposed and developed new land in order to install a new Dollar General is basically saying "We're excited about impoverishing the future! Let's build!"