All My Post-Traffic is Going to Music Posts Today.
Specifically: Imagine All The People, Liking Better Songs OMG Vinyl Fills Me With Envy The Count Bishops Get a Thumbs Up I Have a Copy of “Spiral Scratch” by the Buzzcocks on Vinyl… I may suppose that means something. But I don’t do much supposing if I can get around it.
Bad Catholic Makes Me Laugh.
And then informs me: It hurts to even mutter the heresy, but Science didn’t spring forth from Richard Dawkins’ ass. Science as a discipline was developed in the High Middle Ages, in the Universities established by the Very Mean Roman Catholic Church. Robert Grosseteste — the bishop of Lincoln — is the first man credited with… Read More Bad Catholic Makes Me Laugh.
Social Darwinism: The Movement That Wasn’t There
All of this will be old news to anyone who’s read Jonah Goldberg’s Liberal Fascism, but he once more takes up the cudgel to defend Gilded Age businessmen from the charge of “Social Darwinism.” (h/t Instapundit) In the first place, Herbert Spencer wasn’t much of a Social Darwinist: The truth of the matter, as aggrieved libertarians have… Read More Social Darwinism: The Movement That Wasn’t There
Other People Are Not Done with R.E.M.
Mixed Tape Masterpiece culls the cream of 80’s Pop for you. Radio VII, side A, track 2: “The One I Love” by R.E.M..
The Election is Over. Long Live the Election.
I won’t feign joy that we have the presumed-nominee that we have, but I won’t feign despair, either. Romney is no one’s ideal candidate, but neither is he the doomed mumbling sclerotic hayride of fail that John McCain was. And I think he has a good few advantages going into this election:
Rating My CD’s: Reveal
53. REM — Reveal I bought this — or rather, my aunt bought it for me, and I may have paid her back — at a Costco, because I saw it on the way out after getting the full Costco experience (the mayonnaise…THE MAYONNAISE). Back in 2001, I thought that it had lovely melodies and… Read More Rating My CD’s: Reveal
Band Tatoos. Why?
I mean, I’ve got a few more band T-Shirts than a man my age probably should, but tats are permanent. And bands, well, they aren’t.
I’m Not Dead.
My eyes are fuzzy but much improved. Can’t blog much; the house beckons to be made ready for Easter dinner.
Light Blogging Ahead
I’m having my eyes fixed today, after which I shall be resolutely occupying meatspace, as the geeks put it. I’ll update when the spirit moves me.
