You're absolutely right, but what's more-- we need to construct -an enormous fence- around Antarctica. That way we can make sure no illegal immigrants take the Penguins' jobs, and no terrorists start blowing up penguinational monuments.
We're not gaining new anything. We're using different words to describe it.
Words are -not- things, Pluto has not been fundamentally changed by calling it a Planet or Dwarf Planet. Our considerations and pre-conceptions change, not the actual physical referent.
We don't "know" our myths to be "made up" more than humans did 10,000 years ago. A myth is just a story that explains something.
Like the evolutionary narrative.
The word "myth" does not assign truth value. Evolution is hard science, but putting together the various lines and branches of the evolutionary tree creates a myth. But hey, thanks for playing.
Yea, what we want is to make throw-away products from non-renewable resources instead of the renewable ones we already have.
Worst. Environmentalist. Ever.
Alright, this is what I find ridiculous. Why oh -why- do we nerds always feel the need to attack athletes? I went to a high school that has a long history of winning state in football. We were a dynasty school. But that didn't mean it's all football all the time, or that football was pumped up at the expense of other things.
Dollars per player, our bowling team got way more (nearly twice) backing than football did from the district. The football players -raised money all year- for equipment, travel costs, and yes, parties. I've got a revelation many people here may not like: physical ability is not the -opposite- of mental ability. They're complements to each other. Buying into the rhetoric that says you can be smart and witty or strong and athletic, but not both, is just taking the easy route away from having to admit you're too lazy (or apathetic) to do anything physical.
But hey, keep up the cheap shots at athletes. I'm sure it makes up for slights, real and imagined, you suffered in high school. I wasn't a jock, but I was plenty good friends with many: including three who were in my class's top-ten.
Sure, many athletes may be downright dumb. But that's not a necessity. Football player != retarded. Don't blame an -educational system's- failure on an activity.
Sure, but kendo and western fencing -are- completely viable options. Learning foil's complicated right-of-way rules is almost certainly easier than learning guitar chord progressions.
Guitar Hero doesn't claim to be a real music-making game. It's a rhythm and reaction game. Much the same way sports games don't actually pretend to be the real thing-- they're a virtual representation of some of the strategy and problems involved, but cannot hope (or want) to encompass all of the details necessary for the game.
Actually, what you're calling "culture" was only even -voiced- during the late Nineteenth Century. What you really wanted to just say is "people talk," unless you're valuing a Victorian Agenda over a Content Consumption Agenda.
But hey, thanks for playing.
The Nietszche would kill me, but....
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Spam is Dead
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Have you not heard of that madman who lit a lantern in the bright morning hours, ran to the market-place, and cried incessantly: "I am looking for Spam! I am looking for Spam!"
As many of those who did not believe in Spam were standing together there, he excited considerable laughter. Have you lost it, then? said one. Did spam lose his way like a child? said another. Or is spam hiding? Is it afraid of us? Has it gone on a voyage? or emigrated? Thus they shouted and laughed. The madman sprang into their midst and pierced them with his glances.
"Where has Spam gone?" he cried. "I shall tell you. We have killed it - you and I. We are Spam's murderers. But how have we done this? How were we able to drink up the sea? Who gave us the sponge to wipe away the entire horizon? What did we do when we unchained the earth from its sun? Whither is it moving now? Whither are we moving now? Away from all suns? Are we not perpetually falling? Backward, sideward, forward, in all directions? Is there any up or down left? Are we not straying as through an infinite nothing? Do we not feel the breath of empty space? Has it not become colder? Is it not more and more night coming on all the time? Must not lanterns be lit in the morning? Do we not hear anything yet of the noise of the gravediggers who are burying Spam? Do we not smell anything yet of Spam's decomposition? Preserved meats too decompose. Spam is dead. Spam remains dead. And we have killed him.
The summary-- ridiculous: we have Karma Whoring, but it seems that Comment Whoring is the newest thing. Don't think your post will glean you enough sweet sweet commentary from the peanut gallery? Tie it into the ID debate.
Seriously, if you want to make money on Slashdot, just make a banner that says "Intelligent Design Rules" and watch the traffic pour in.
"Have you not heard of that madman who lit a lantern in the bright morning hours, ran to the market-place, and cried incessantly: "I am looking for God! I am looking for God!"
As many of those who did not believe in God were standing together there, he excited considerable laughter. Have you lost him, then? said one. Did he lose his way like a child? said another. Or is he hiding? Is he afraid of us? Has he gone on a voyage? or emigrated? Thus they shouted and laughed. The madman sprang into their midst and pierced them with his glances.
"Where has God gone?" he cried. "I shall tell you. We have killed him - you and I. We are his murderers. But how have we done this? How were we able to drink up the sea? Who gave us the sponge to wipe away the entire horizon? What did we do when we unchained the earth from its sun? Whither is it moving now? Whither are we moving now? Away from all suns? Are we not perpetually falling? Backward, sideward, forward, in all directions? Is there any up or down left? Are we not straying as through an infinite nothing? Do we not feel the breath of empty space? Has it not become colder? Is it not more and more night coming on all the time? Must not lanterns be lit in the morning? Do we not hear anything yet of the noise of the gravediggers who are burying God? Do we not smell anything yet of God's decomposition? Gods too decompose. God is dead. God remains dead. And we have killed him. "
[. ..]
Let us beware of saying that there are laws in nature. There are only necessities: there is nobody who commands, nobody who obeys, nobody who trespasses... But when will we ever be done with our caution and care? When will all these shadows of God cease to darken our minds? When will we complete our de-deification of nature? When may we begin to "naturalize" humanity in terms of a pure, newly discovered, newly redeemed nature?"
(Nietzsche, The Gay Science)
But of course, science and religion have nothing in common, right?
I don't know what's funnier (or more poignant):
1) How completely damn likely that would be
2) That you used the Poser Mobile reference from those damn T-Mobile commercials
3) That I read that whole schpiel again in the angry gangsta asian kid's voice once I read "poser mobile"
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More importantly, how many International Standard Libraries of Congress can it teleport?
Rule 24 of the internet: Pics or it didn't happen.
But I'm just not that into Pokemon.
I switched to Open Office because it was easier to download a free office suite than to pirate MS Office
As opposed to all those middle class and blue-collar folks with $77 Million lying around?
You're absolutely right, but what's more-- we need to construct -an enormous fence- around Antarctica. That way we can make sure no illegal immigrants take the Penguins' jobs, and no terrorists start blowing up penguinational monuments.
I basically scoff at the idea of a secure election in general.
Words are -not- things, Pluto has not been fundamentally changed by calling it a Planet or Dwarf Planet. Our considerations and pre-conceptions change, not the actual physical referent.
Like the evolutionary narrative.
The word "myth" does not assign truth value. Evolution is hard science, but putting together the various lines and branches of the evolutionary tree creates a myth. But hey, thanks for playing.
Also, with the rate of divorce these days, Planned Obsolescence is dramatically more symbolically correct than Diamonds Are Forever.
Imagine a beowulf cluster of these things!
http://www.familybusinessmagazine.com/oldworld.htm l
That's just the family owned ones too. Took three minutes of google searching, but hey, thanks for playing.
Sue slashdot for genocide. They have stopped three generations of geeks from reproducing.
We're taking this one...TO THE TOP.
I'm going to download Kool and the Gang's Celebration and have a "p2p is dead" party.
Yea, what we want is to make throw-away products from non-renewable resources instead of the renewable ones we already have. Worst. Environmentalist. Ever.
I don't think I could ever own a heart that came in a white box.
Why is it always about race with you, grammar fascist?
Alright, this is what I find ridiculous. Why oh -why- do we nerds always feel the need to attack athletes? I went to a high school that has a long history of winning state in football. We were a dynasty school. But that didn't mean it's all football all the time, or that football was pumped up at the expense of other things. Dollars per player, our bowling team got way more (nearly twice) backing than football did from the district. The football players -raised money all year- for equipment, travel costs, and yes, parties. I've got a revelation many people here may not like: physical ability is not the -opposite- of mental ability. They're complements to each other. Buying into the rhetoric that says you can be smart and witty or strong and athletic, but not both, is just taking the easy route away from having to admit you're too lazy (or apathetic) to do anything physical. But hey, keep up the cheap shots at athletes. I'm sure it makes up for slights, real and imagined, you suffered in high school. I wasn't a jock, but I was plenty good friends with many: including three who were in my class's top-ten. Sure, many athletes may be downright dumb. But that's not a necessity. Football player != retarded. Don't blame an -educational system's- failure on an activity.
Let's not forget, public school isn't voluntary, either. So the kids have less of an ability to stand up for their rights from the get-go.
Guitar Hero doesn't claim to be a real music-making game. It's a rhythm and reaction game. Much the same way sports games don't actually pretend to be the real thing-- they're a virtual representation of some of the strategy and problems involved, but cannot hope (or want) to encompass all of the details necessary for the game.
Actually, what you're calling "culture" was only even -voiced- during the late Nineteenth Century. What you really wanted to just say is "people talk," unless you're valuing a Victorian Agenda over a Content Consumption Agenda.
But hey, thanks for playing.
Have you not heard of that madman who lit a lantern in the bright morning hours, ran to the market-place, and cried incessantly: "I am looking for Spam! I am looking for Spam!" As many of those who did not believe in Spam were standing together there, he excited considerable laughter. Have you lost it, then? said one. Did spam lose his way like a child? said another. Or is spam hiding? Is it afraid of us? Has it gone on a voyage? or emigrated? Thus they shouted and laughed. The madman sprang into their midst and pierced them with his glances. "Where has Spam gone?" he cried. "I shall tell you. We have killed it - you and I. We are Spam's murderers. But how have we done this? How were we able to drink up the sea? Who gave us the sponge to wipe away the entire horizon? What did we do when we unchained the earth from its sun? Whither is it moving now? Whither are we moving now? Away from all suns? Are we not perpetually falling? Backward, sideward, forward, in all directions? Is there any up or down left? Are we not straying as through an infinite nothing? Do we not feel the breath of empty space? Has it not become colder? Is it not more and more night coming on all the time? Must not lanterns be lit in the morning? Do we not hear anything yet of the noise of the gravediggers who are burying Spam? Do we not smell anything yet of Spam's decomposition? Preserved meats too decompose. Spam is dead. Spam remains dead. And we have killed him.
The summary-- ridiculous: we have Karma Whoring, but it seems that Comment Whoring is the newest thing. Don't think your post will glean you enough sweet sweet commentary from the peanut gallery? Tie it into the ID debate. Seriously, if you want to make money on Slashdot, just make a banner that says "Intelligent Design Rules" and watch the traffic pour in.
Or a certain Count from Barrytown.
But of course, science and religion have nothing in common, right?
I don't know what's funnier (or more poignant): 1) How completely damn likely that would be 2) That you used the Poser Mobile reference from those damn T-Mobile commercials 3) That I read that whole schpiel again in the angry gangsta asian kid's voice once I read "poser mobile"