In the end we are all equally dead.
I knew you were a fucking Mason! That is you there right?
Aww, you shouldn't have.
99 and 44/100 % Pure Floaters
Hey, since we're all here: there's a quote we bandy about from time to time about "if a man's job requires that he not understand a fact," or something like that. Could have sworn it was Mencken but I can't source it. Could one of you buddies help a buddy out?
"It is difficult to get a man to understand something, when his salary depends upon his not understanding it!" -Upton Sinclairhttp://en.wikiquote.org/wiki/Upton_Sinclair
Sinclair Lewis, reprahzent. To use him again, the 53%'s make for less comic, more tragic Babbits.He stayed in Terre Haute, Ind. for a spell and wasn't tarnished.
Bless you, Anon. and Anatole. May our reptilian overlords spare your children.
a real man not only has no health insurance - he never goes to a doctor
How piquant to see two commenters chez IOZ quoting Upton Sinclair, the author of the Lanny Budd series:The Lanny Budd series"Between 1940 and 1953, Sinclair wrote a series of 11 novels featuring a central character named Lanny Budd. He was the son of an American arms manufacturer who moved in the confidence of world leaders, not simply witnessing events but often propelling them. The protagonist has been characterized as the antithesis of the "Ugly American", a sophisticated socialite who mingles easily with people from all cultures and socioeconomic classes."Could it be that in their hearts of hearts, IOZ' commenters believe there is still hope, still a chance ????
Although ... it wouldn't be piquant if IOZ' commenters were mere ignoramuses who associate Upton Sinclair merely with "The Jungle" ...
Well, neither A nor B, given that Anatole associated him with Babbitt suggests otherwise, now don't it? Still blawgin', then?
Piquant? Really? Is it Friday already?
to anon@3:34 - unlike you, I was kind enough NOT to mention Anatole's egregious confusion of US and SL.Let sleeping gaffes lie is my motto.And again, please stop asking me about my blog while we're conversing in IOZ's blog - as I said before, it's like talking about Don Giovanni in the middle of the overture to Fidelio.If you must ask about it, do so in reddit.
They were Masons, Walter?
It's very "piquant" that you mention that you have a "blawg" on someone else's "blawg" and then when someone asks about your "blawg" you act coy and mention Pinnochio disturbing Geppetto or something. What Im trying to say is don't try so hard to be clever. You either are, or are not. Half the time I have no fucking idea what these people are talking about, so I just play along. I would advise you do the same if you have nothing original or entertaining to contribute.
oh man i just took a gander at http://the53.tumblr.com/. Those people are slaves.
to demize @4:33:By "original or entertaining", do you mean something like your contribution in this thread:"I knew you were a fucking Mason! That is you there right?"?
to demize @4:52:Then congratulations!You are very close to perfecting the art of homeopathic posting, i.e. making a post that is original and entertaining despite the fact that it actually has a vanishingly small trace of anything original or entertaining.In the case of actual homeopathic medicine, it all supposedly has to do with the structure of water molecules.But in the case of your homeopathic posting, I strongly suspect it has something to do with the structure of some molecules you really should never have ingested so often ...
tl;dr now have a teal swan fer yer troubles.
Is it really necessary to bring my sexual orientation into the conversation?
Looks like there's a guppie in the house. Egregious confusion is mistaking Naomi Wolf for Naomi Klein.
I have a hard time remembering the differences between the Knights of Pythias and the Fraternal Order of Eagles.
KOP. cooler hats, FOE better strippers at the Lodge meet n greets.
Eerily, the difference between medicine and poison is dose.
Speaking of ignoramuses... jack chick? god love 'im
99% egregious. I don't go a hair past fiddy. Any way to shoe horn Sinclair Lewis and Terre Haute, y'all. Reprahzent.@Eerily, thanks for the kid gloves, very 1%.
@AnonymousI associated Sinclair Lewis with Babbit, not Upton Sinclair. You need to learn refinement from Eerily.
Look either way Arrowsmith was boring but the one about meat was good. However I didn't like any of The Rabbitt books, all suburban malaise and Chinese Restaurants.
>Nutella@7:11:Consider the letters of your posting cognomen:NutellaOnToastFrom these we can extract:nute--a--t-a-twhich can be scramblagram'd into "attenuate" (as in "attenuated" virus)So, judging from the fact that you just leapt to the defense of homeopathic medicine, it would appear that you've stooped so low as to have been using your very nic to do some subliminal pitchmanship chez IOZ for your POV on the matter.And if so, I beg you to stop.This isn't an episode of "Mad Men", ya know.8:08 PM
>Anatole @7:46 You're very welcome.I confess to havin a soft spot in my heart for you, because every time I see your posting cognomen, it reminds me of that story by Anatole France about the guy and the lioness in the desert.(Working from memory here, so if it wasn't an AF story, or it wasn't a lioness, then my bad this time ...)
Meanwhile, Slavoj Žižek does Wall St.:http://www.observer.com/2011/10/slavoj-zizek-speaks-to-occupy-wall-street/
In Russia, Wall Street does Slavoj Žižek!
I love homeopathic medicine a little, which means a lot.Also, I was talking about your ridiculous verbosity, you dim witted fool.
A homeopathic insult, if ever there was one ... like demize's homeopathic bon mot.The joy of sentence construction is like the joy of cooking.Or, to put this point another way, verbosity is to dining as terseness is to a stop at Wendy's ...
Forsooth, doth my trembled heart exclaim, the chili at Wendy's isn't half bad, considering the milieu.
at Wendy's they are bringing back the descriptor phrase "hot and juicy" - which was on the restaurant signs decades ago
Words are sometimes superfluous - you are invited to admire my athletic young torso
THE 99% ARE LIKE A LETTER FROM SIBERIA --- ŽižekThe New York ObserverThe Slovenian philosopher Slavoj Žižek turned up at Zuccotti Park to address the Occupy Wall Street demonstration on Sunday, offering up a seminar on Radicalism 101 for an appreciative crowd.Despite some difficulty with the Human Microphone—the sometimes unwieldy but strangely appealing system the protesters have adopted of repeating a speaker’s words, phrase by phrase, for the benefit of the crowd—he held the floor for the better part of an hour.Standing above the assembly in a red T-shirt, the heavily bearded dissident–turned–academic superstar at first spoke from prepared notes, hitting on many themes that will be familiar to fans. He told, for instance, an old Eastern Bloc joke about a dissident who’s about to be sent to a work camp in Siberia. Since he knows his letters will be censored, he tells his friends he’ll write to them using a simple code: Blue ink for the truth, red ink for lies. His first letter arrives, and it’s a glowing report of life in the camp—a lovely apartment, great food, beautiful women. Then he concludes, “The only thing we can’t get is red ink.”Occupy Wall Street, he explained told the crowd, is pointing out the lies that underlie American capitalist society. “You’re the red ink,” he said.
My lack of "Sinclairity" has inspired comment board animus. When I read "Sinclair" I leapt, unnaturally, into clumsily exhibiting my ardor for Sinclair Lewis, Babbit, and Terre Haute. "What mighty contests rise from trivial things"----Pope Alexander(not the Borgia)I am here to learn. Luminaries of the blogosphere's pixellated firmament rescue me from infernal darkness.Please accept my cumbrous apology and appreciation.
Lewis -Really!Hasn't "Upton" got enough of a work-out in this thread already?
"Goin Upton,125,feel sick & dirty more dead than alive...waiting for my man.."
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