You know why “political” types bother me? Because they don’t care about real political issues, such as solving social, legislative, or public policy problems. All they care about is their stupid game.
I started reading The God Delusion by Richard Dawkins on the train going home on 23 April 2008. I plan to write a running commentary about each section. I wonder if I can really do it, especially before the book it due from the library (I’m definitely not buying it).
I will be retyping quotes from the book. All of them will be referencing the Houghton Mifflin Company 2006 copyrighted version.
Here it goes. Continue reading
What took so long?
I had some friends who got digital cable about five or six years ago. They were all excited. They invited me over to check out the wondrous new technology. So I showed up, sat down on the couch, and watched in horror as: (1) compression artifacts destroyed the integrity of the images and (2) my friends not only seemed utterly oblivious or incapable of recognizing compression artifacts, they claimed that I was just imagining things because I was jealous.
For years it’s been the same every time I see this “amazing” new digital television. It sucks. Big time.
I’m posting this installment a few days later than it should be, but for good reason (There will be a few of these today). On Wednesday I had a list of things I was planning on ranting about, but then one specific message crossed my Twitter stream:
I agree with Erin (aka QueenofSpain) on a number of things, and just seeing that was enough to rouse my interest. I wasn’t prepared. I wasn’t ready. I clicked that link and I was outraged. Feel free to go read the Newsweek article “Mommy 2.0“ if you can stomach it.
Here’s the gist: Cosmetic surgeon Dr. Michael Salzhauer has a new children’s book, My Beautiful Mommy aimed at 4-7 year olds being released on Mother’s Day this year. The focus of this picture book is to help 4-7 year olds understand why Mommy would electively choose cosmetic surgery.
I used to think that freedom was defined as the ability to choose to what or whom one would desire to be a slave. Some choose to serve their desire for money, women, or fancy cars. Others choose to serve God. But after someone I know (call him Adam) left his wife and shacked up with another woman all in the name of freedom, I came to rethink my definition. Continue reading