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Thursday, October 15, 2009

ACORN Helps Pimps And Their Bitches

Saturday, October 10, 2009

David Mamet

Is no longer a brain-dead liberal.

I began reading not only the economics of Thomas Sowell (our greatest contemporary philosopher) but Milton Friedman, Paul Johnson, and Shelby Steele, and a host of conservative writers, and found that I agreed with them: a free-market understanding of the world meshes more perfectly with my experience than that idealistic vision I called liberalism.

Yeah, yeah, I know this is old. But it is interesting.

Apocalyptic Fiction Round-Up Review

Peter Ingham assesses a clutch of apocalyptic science fiction novels, including The Sign by Raymond Khoury, in which a sphere of light appears over the Antarctic, and Tide of Souls by Simon Bestwick, which contains flesh-eating zombies with green-glowing eyes.

Friday, October 09, 2009

Krav Maga

A little over two years ago I discovered Krav Maga. I’ve since become a full blown addict. For those of you who don’t know what Krav Maga is, it is the official system of self defense employed by the Israeli Defense Forces, Israeli Anti-terrorist Units, and various branches of the Israeli Security Forces. I do my training at Paul Evans Martial Arts. Right now I’m a level 3 practitioner.

The reason I like it so much is that it’s so damn brutal. I know that sounds odd, but it is the only way I can describe it. After each class you really feel a sense of accomplishment. Imagine what it feels like after surviving a four and a half hour level 1 test. If you pass, you walk away feeling pretty damned good about yourself. The level 2 test was even more difficult and the sense of accomplishment was even greater.

Over the last couple of years I’ve had cracked/bruised ribs, numerous bloody noses, various injuries and what not, but I’ve also learned to take a beating and to dish out a pretty damned good beating as well. Plus I’m in better shape at 47 than I was at 30. My 30 year old self would have his ass completely handed to him by my 47 year old self.

A couple of months ago my wife started getting in to it too. It’s great. Last night she was throwing down with the best of them; 5’11” of Ukrainian fury.

If you’re in an area that has a martial arts studio that teaches Krav Maga, I definitely recommend giving it a try. I guarantee after the first half hour you will be asking yourself, “What in God’s name have I gotten myself in to?” But when it’s over you’ll be going, “Holy crap, this is fun.”

Another thing you can be sure of is that, the next day, you’ll be in pain. Don’t worry, it never really goes away, you just get used to it. 

Behind Every Great Writer Is An Editor

Or so I’ve heard.

if Lish edited Carver so heavily, then is what we think of as “Carver-esque” really Lish?

Everyone Loves A Good Metaphor

Communicating without metaphors would be like eating without taste buds. I know, I just used a simile to describe a metaphor ... My head hurts.

Perhaps this will help.

Philosophers have long wondered about the connection between metaphor and thought, in ways that occasionally presaged current-day research. Friedrich Nietzsche scornfully described human understanding as nothing more than a web of expedient metaphors, stitched together from our shallow impressions of the world. In their ignorance, he charged, people mistake these familiar metaphors, deadened from overuse, for truths. “We believe that we know something about the things themselves when we speak of trees, colors, snow, and flowers,” he wrote, “and yet we possess nothing but metaphors for things--metaphors which correspond in no way to the original entities.”

Tuesday, October 06, 2009

Under The Weather

Man, I’ve been under the weather something fierce. Last week I got some kind of weird intestinal thing; no fever, lots of body aches. After about three days of that I got better. Then Friday morning my son woke up with a fever and sore throat. We took him to the doc and after a quick glance down the kid’s gullet he proclaimed, “Yeah, strep throat”.

OK, got that taken care of. Saturday morning I came down with ANOTHER case of gamboo. I’ve been wallowing like a wimp for the last few days. Tonight I’m feeling better, though.

Will be back to work tomorrow come hell or high water.

Bitch session over.