Wednesday, December 28, 2005

Nervously

Every year when I see Josh (the EST one), it is the same, in a more or less vague sort of way. To quote the Pet Shop Boys (and what else would one do?):
We don't talk of love
We're much too shy
But nervously we wonder when and why ...

Your flashing eyes and sudden smiles
Are never quite at ease, and neither am I

Oh, we'll talk about it all some night
But nervously we never get it
Right
It takes a long time to get some things right. Being able to think, "Okay, maybe this'll make sense next year, if I live that long": this is a sign that one is an adult, or even a grown-up. It's a benign flipside to the truth of what comma said growing up is: learning that sometimes you will cry and there will be no solace.

Nervously we wonder ...

358 days 'til Solstice

It's become common knowledge among those not in denial about the origins of Christmas that the whole thing is a hoax.

Sending Christmas cards is annoying, but something I vaguely wish each year that I had done.

I wish the logical relationship between these facts had occurred to me a month ago. For the holidays in 2006, I think I shall send cards to everybody and his brother and his cat. But not Christmas cards; no, cards bearing greetings more in keeping with the real spirit of the season. Not this wishy-washy "seasons greetings" and "happy holiday" shit either. Something like, "May Mithra the Son of God bring you peace and happiness." Or maybe, "May the Goddess bless your Solstice." Or even, "May the airing of grievances bring a satisfactory rejuvenation of your friendships in this blessed season of Festivus" -- but that one still needs a pre-Christian Christ worked in.

This would be most fun if lots of people did it and it created a stir, squicking the Christians and giving the establishment something to chew on for a media cycle or two.

Saturday, December 24, 2005

All the Young Dudes

Billy rapped all night 'bout his suicide
How he'd kick it in the head when he was 25
Don't wanna stay alive when you're 25

Wendy's stealing clothes from unlocked cars
Freddy's got spots from ripping off stars from his face
Funky little boat race
The television man is crazy
Saying we're juvenile delinquent wrecks
Man I need a TV when I've got T. Rex
Hey brother you guessed
I'm a dude

CHORUS (twice)
All the young dudes
Carry the news
Boogaloo dudes
Carry the news

Now Jimmy looking sweet though he dresses like a queen
He can kick like a mule
It's a real mean team
We can love
Oh we can love
And my brother's back at home
With his Beatles and his Stones
We never got if off on that revolution stuff
What a drag
Too many snags
Well I drunk a lot of wine
And I'm feeling fine
Gonna race some cat to bed
Is this concrete all around
Or is it in my head
Oh brother you guessed
I'm a dude

Thursday, December 15, 2005

Slick and Me

My political enemies (the ones who want dirt to use against me in my next run for office, as if they didn't have enough already) ought to monitor my email. I received an email today from a legitimate organization with a good reputation, one of the few charitable causes I donate to several times a year.

The first line of the email is: "Come out and mingle with Playboy Playmates at the Marijuana Policy Project's party at the Playboy Mansion in Los Angeles on March 30, 2006."

Can you count the keywords in that line? It's a thing of beauty.

Tuesday, December 06, 2005

Livin' It Right

Two quickies. If this is stilted, bear in mind it's going on 2:30am and I don't have Ben's insomnia to help me.

When geeks chat:
Q: "Growing up is a process of consolidation" was our mantra at the end of college ...

Ben: It's pretty much the truth, I would say.

Q: Yeah, it's remained a Thing, a haunting Thing. ...

Ben: It's strange, the stuff that haunts, sometimes, I think.

Q: Did you mean to write that in iambic pentameter?
And on loyalty. (This has nothing to do explicitly with anything going on in my life.) Loyalty is not inherently virtuous. Some of the worst human beings in history were also some of the most loyal; it was their loyalty that set them above the rest. Yet loyalty in itself is extolled as a virtue, and this is taken as a given that I never hear debunked.

On the other hand, something does seem good and right about loyalty to a worthy cause or person. Loyalty, in my thinking, implies something beyond normal service. Of course you'll do your job; loyalty comes in when you are called on to cover for someone, to stretch the bounds of ethics, or at least to act in an unusually selfless way. Other than soldiers who have each other's backs in combat, I can't bring to mind many instances in which one might do that, and it would be commendable.

But! It does makes sense in light of my attempt at a negative definition of morality: "Acting immorally consists in making a decision other than the one that one believes one will regret least. The more one expects to regret a choice, the less moral the choice is."

Regret is a function, finally, of the id. You can't stem regret by following the prescriptions of ethologists. You can only do it by doing what your conscience tells you is right, which won't always be the same as what is morally right. You have the chance to save the life of your soulmate, or a group of a million people. Which does an objective observer choose? Which will cause more regret? And which is right? Yeah.

Saturday, December 03, 2005

Rightey Flighty, Lefty Loosey

I read most things a couple of decades late, and P.J. O'Rourke's Parliament of Whores is no exception.

I haven't read enough Orwell to understand his brand of socialism, but I suspect it is close to my own. He abhorred socialism and advocated it -- presumably referring to two very different socialisms -- and his concern for social justice seems tempered by a practical, not elitist, distaste for John and Jane Q. Masses. Not all leftism is the same.

A couple of lines from O'Rourke sum up why, while I'm in no wise a conservative and in fact regard myself as a radical, I do not call myself, in Western terms, a social liberal. Writing on the 1988 presidential election: "The conservatives among us refused to believe that the homeless were homeless because they didn't have homes. And liberals refused to believe that rent control, bad mores and civil rights for nutties were what turned the homeless out-of-doors."