This is the final edition of August’s contribution to the Crappy Old Book of the Month Series. As usual, I feel as if I’ve not given the book enough attention. The book itself, and the circumstances surrounding its publication, are worthy of more. That’s why I hope you will take a few minutes to read a
Prize-winning Essays on Freedom of Speech, Censorship & Advertising Bans was published in 1987 by tobacco conglomerate, Philip Morris under the banner of its magazine, Philip Morris Magazine. The 54 essays– the winners– were among over 4000 submissions to an advertisement that appeared in the September 1986 issues of “major magazines and newspapers throughout the
Saturday Supper for 26 of our closest friends. (Photo courtesy of philosopher Danielle Wiley who made the strawberry dessert thing with the whipped cream.)
ten years ago. We were sitting outside in The Shack, a.k.a. The Synaptic Jct., at the Compound– our home in Cincinnati– with the usual Sunday Supper Crew. Mr. Big Food and I had been tracking the storm. It had been upgraded to a Cat 5 with winds of 175mph. Having lived in hurricane country, and
“What do you think, Marica? It does do a good job of shielding my eyes from the late morning sun.” “I don’t know, Missy.” “ruff.” “It’s not really you.” “ruff.” “Dang.”
“the needs of the many” to make decisions for themselves must “outweigh the needs of the few” who feel certain that they know what is best for all. That’s from an essay in
You never know what you’ll find plastered on a wall at That School Up North. You just never know.
… “Marrrriiiiccca???” “Yes, Missy. What do you want?” “Ruff.” “Gosh, Marica. We are so sorry to be troubling you.” “RUFF!” “Oh, alright my Dear Friend. I admit you had nothing to do with this. Go back to bed. I am so sorry to trouble. What’s the prob, Marica?” “Things are not right in the world, Missy.
Whew! Long event-filled day. Just now sitting down to wander around the World Wide Web for a few minutes before turning my attention to National Dog Day. Here’s my favorite line so far (via Instapundit): Free people in free societies can surprise you. As they say, read the whole thing.
Freeze home grown peppers. I’ve got about eight pounds of them so far this year– about eight months’ worth. Ounce for ounce, pound for pound, peppers are higher in vitamin C than most citrus fruits. Peppers are good for you, and quite easy to freeze to use in your fall and winter dishes. If you
Over the course of the four– or is it five?– years I’ve been blogging, I have, on occasion, made note of the weather &/or weather prediction. Much of my commentary on same has been, shall I say, less than sunny. I thought it only right that I note my approval of today’s weather and of
“Hey, Marica. What are you up … I mean, to what are you… whatcha doin’?” “ruff?” “Well, Missy, I heard from two of my faithful readers that… .” “TWO!?! You have TWO!?! readers, Marica! That’s so awesome!! Two people are reading your blog!! Oh! MY! Congratulations!!!” “ruff.” “Thanks, Missy. You know, you could get the
Who are these people to impose their values and their brand of “morality” on others? G.T. Lenard, New Jersey State Winner, in American Voices: Prize-winning essays on Freedom of Speech, Censorship & Advertising Bans (1987). What a great question, isn’t it? Who are these people? One is a certain U.S. District Court Judge named Carlton Reeves
Via Instapundit: GREENFAIL: LED Lights Add To Pollution. Light-emitting diodes (LEDs) — which are touted for their energy-saving properties — are actually making light pollution worse. And the change is so intense that ISS crew members can see it from space. . . . Cities around the world have been replacing energy-guzzling streetlights with brighter
William Roper: So, now you give the Devil the benefit of law! Sir Thomas More: Yes! What would you do? Cut a great road through the law to get after the Devil? William Roper: Yes, I’d cut down every law in England to do that! Sir Thomas More: Oh? And when the last law was
Y’all’s little kid’s in the street! For some reason, this utterance bothered Mr. Big Food. I really don’t know why. It’s perfectly coherent to me– and I was there! He’s worried about the contractions. The folks at the end of the road have the cutest little black kid! We see it in its pen as
Tell you what– I’ll give you a silver dollar for every bad habit, every danger, I’ve managed to steer clear of in my life by not readin’ about it. Fair enough? Don G. Campbell, National Second Prize Winner in American Voices: Prize-winning Essays on Freedom of Speech, Censorship & Advertising Bans (1987)
You will pardon me if we don’t share the same political views. (The country could use more big-L Libertarians. Join us!) But if you are a thinking human being born before 1980, you cannot deny that this is funny. From Bennett’s The Death of Outrage (1998) In the introduction I wrote that if the arguments made
We had a storm yesterday that blew most of the sunflowers in the front yard black-eyed-pea-melon-okra-patch slam over. Today, after it dried out a bit, Miss M and I got out there with some stakes and some string and some duck tape and tried to make things right, again. (You can see the duck tape
From The Encyclopedia of Philosophy Volumes 5 and 6 Complete and Unabridged (1967, p66). We were talking about this– the definition of “implication” vs. that of “implicature”— just the other day. And yes. I am well aware that no one besides my loved ones and my own self really cares. But one should care! “Vocabulary and