If you’ve visited this blog during the holidays, you know my feelings about Christmas music. It’s my tradition to unleash a primal, Munchian scream against the unbearable, tinny, maudlin, manipulative, manufactured dreck that the Sentimental-Industrial Complex annually sees fit to inflict on us. But this time, science is here to help us.
Category: Sweeping Pronouncements
On the morning of November 9, when the votes were counted and we all knew that Donald Trump would become our next president, I put the following statement on social media:
Well, folks, it’s been a nice republic.
It got a positive response from friends on the left and the right. They all sensed that something very important had been lost, though it was hard to pinpoint what. But those who find profit in that loss are leaving no end of clues, and it’s our job to read those clues.
Since I’ve carried on at length about birds I detest, it seems appropriate to talk about one that I have fallen in love with. It’s the lyrebird of Australia, or as I think it should be called, the McBoingBird.
It’s an amazing creature; this video proves it. Watch the whole thing, because it keeps getting better and better. Your mouth will be hanging open by the end.
“If you wish to make an apple pie from scratch, you must first invent the universe.”
Not much going on today — well, actually, there’s plenty going on, but it’s not your business — so I’ll share my feelings about some birds.
I was raised by birdwatchers, and I actually like birds, quite a lot in fact. But you can’t honestly love the best things in life without hating the worst, and there are three kinds of birds that I despise with an intensity that many people reserve for professional sports teams or religious infidels. Here are My Three Most Hated Birds.
Here’s something fun: I wrote an op-ed that the Austin American-Statesman published on Feb. 14. It was my response to a bit of news that I felt exposed a lot of disgusting hypocrisy, as well as indifference to the rights of others. You can’t read the whole thing online unless you’re a subscriber, but I still own the rights to the piece, so here it is:
There will be no apology to California.