You know how “everyone loves Lucy”? I never did. I always thought that she was an embarrassment to womankind, and never found the show all that funny. Apparently, Lileks wasn’t impressed, either:
Lucille Ball also shows up, and you can smell the cigarette smoke from 30 years away. She did not give the impression of being a particularly pleasant person.
[Warning, just a small snippet from a much larger, mostly unrelated Bleat. But it’s Lileks–go read it anyway.]
Posts will be green today, in celebration. The beer, however, will not. Also, I’ll keep this post at the top all day, as a warning.
Posts will be green today, in celebration. The beer, however, will not. Also, I’ll keep this post at the top all day, as a warning.
Posts will be green today, in celebration. The beer, however, will not. Also, I’ll keep this post at the top all day, as a warning.
That’s how long it’s been since My Fair Lady was first staged. I recall my parents taking me to see the movie when it first came out in the early sixties. As the article points out, it was a groundbreaking show, in several ways, and has some of the best songs ever written.
Jane Galt asks an interesting question. I match to type, preferring Heinlein and being basically libertarian. The fact that Paul Krugman is an Asimov fan only confirms my preference.
I also think that people who are SF readers in general are much more prepared to deal with the future than those who are not, and this is becoming more the case over time as the pace of technological innovation continues to accelerate.
New Orleans has had its first bank robbery since Katrina.
Lileks discusses a major decision at his newspaper:
Everyone was casting votes on new comics to replace Boondocks. It
This post (related to e-books) brought up an interesting subject in comments. There are people who think nothing (and in fact find it necessary) to highlight or make margin notes in books, and there are others (like me) who consider this sacrilege, and would never consider doing such a thing. I remember being in awe of books as a child, and even though they’re now mass produced, and it’s not a rational thing, I still can’t bring myself to write in one (except perhaps to sign it, if I were to write one myself). And frankly, I never found it useful as a study aid, so there was never much pressure for me to do it.
It’s not something that anyone ever taught me, or lectured me about, it’s just a visceral repugnance at the thought. How weird am I (always a dangerous question with this crowd, I know…)?
The comments section is open.
[Update in the early evening]
Look, just to clarify here, I’m not saying that my position is rational, or anything. I’m just curious to see how many share it. It’s really psychology research. I guess I’m wondering if it’s some kind of intrinsic personality trait (like being interested in space) that’s not (obviously) explainable either by upbringing or genetics.
So much for childhood memories–Detroit might be closing its zoo. And of course, it’s because of the evil racists:
Council member Barbara-Rose Collins said the state