Category Archives: General

Hey, So We’re Cheap

Eric Scheie has the same attitude toward haircuts as I do:

I’m definitely into minimizing my disutility, especially if it saves time, plus I’m lazy about these things. I end up having my hair cut too short with relatively long intervals between haircuts. Of course, there’s a very noticeable contrast between what I look like right after a haircut and what I look like after six weeks without one, but it’s a gradual process interrupted only by sudden contrasts in my appearance. I realize politicians need to look the same all the time, but I don’t.

It’s not just the cost of the haircut. It’s the irritation of it, in terms of time out of my life, and having to interact with the haircutters.

Hey, So We’re Cheap

Eric Scheie has the same attitude toward haircuts as I do:

I’m definitely into minimizing my disutility, especially if it saves time, plus I’m lazy about these things. I end up having my hair cut too short with relatively long intervals between haircuts. Of course, there’s a very noticeable contrast between what I look like right after a haircut and what I look like after six weeks without one, but it’s a gradual process interrupted only by sudden contrasts in my appearance. I realize politicians need to look the same all the time, but I don’t.

It’s not just the cost of the haircut. It’s the irritation of it, in terms of time out of my life, and having to interact with the haircutters.

Hey, So We’re Cheap

Eric Scheie has the same attitude toward haircuts as I do:

I’m definitely into minimizing my disutility, especially if it saves time, plus I’m lazy about these things. I end up having my hair cut too short with relatively long intervals between haircuts. Of course, there’s a very noticeable contrast between what I look like right after a haircut and what I look like after six weeks without one, but it’s a gradual process interrupted only by sudden contrasts in my appearance. I realize politicians need to look the same all the time, but I don’t.

It’s not just the cost of the haircut. It’s the irritation of it, in terms of time out of my life, and having to interact with the haircutters.

Get Well Wishes

I’m certainly no fan of Governor Corzine, but I also certainly hope that he recovers fully and soon from his auto accident. And if he really wasn’t wearing a seatbelt, that was dumb, and should be a lesson taken from the incident for all. I’m always amazed at people who don’t wear one. My grandmother hated to–she claimed that it was more dangerous to do so because she might get trapped in the car in it, completely misjudging the relative odds of this happening versus getting her face plastered into a dash or through a windshield.

[Update on Friday evening]

I just heard the Lieutenant Governor say that “business in New Jersey would continue to take place as usual.” If I were a Garden State resident, I’d take small comfort in those words. One would like an improvement, I think…

We Don’t Need No Stinkin’ Badges

Gerard Vanderleun doesn’t think much of O’Reilly’s proposal for a blogger code of conduct. Or of James Woolcott:

The balding little metro-sexual neuter who dispatches his hard-core unemployed in this direction is meanwhile at his home suckling his cats and writing yet another scroll of infinite dullness on “the theater in our time,” or denigrating the endless Yahoos that come to NYC to get in his way when he wants to go. (No matter that it is only because of these Yahoos that New York has a theater still. Then again what sort of grown man of any talent at all makes his living reviewing plays in this day and age anyway?) That Wolcott has no comments on his own page is enough to tell anyone that his decades of playing a beard have indeed left him the blogosphere’s leading white man possessed of an inverted if uninhabited penis.

[Update in the afternoon]

OK, maybe I’ll implement Frank J.’s comment policy.

We Don’t Need No Stinkin’ Badges

Gerard Vanderleun doesn’t think much of O’Reilly’s proposal for a blogger code of conduct. Or of James Woolcott:

The balding little metro-sexual neuter who dispatches his hard-core unemployed in this direction is meanwhile at his home suckling his cats and writing yet another scroll of infinite dullness on “the theater in our time,” or denigrating the endless Yahoos that come to NYC to get in his way when he wants to go. (No matter that it is only because of these Yahoos that New York has a theater still. Then again what sort of grown man of any talent at all makes his living reviewing plays in this day and age anyway?) That Wolcott has no comments on his own page is enough to tell anyone that his decades of playing a beard have indeed left him the blogosphere’s leading white man possessed of an inverted if uninhabited penis.

[Update in the afternoon]

OK, maybe I’ll implement Frank J.’s comment policy.

We Don’t Need No Stinkin’ Badges

Gerard Vanderleun doesn’t think much of O’Reilly’s proposal for a blogger code of conduct. Or of James Woolcott:

The balding little metro-sexual neuter who dispatches his hard-core unemployed in this direction is meanwhile at his home suckling his cats and writing yet another scroll of infinite dullness on “the theater in our time,” or denigrating the endless Yahoos that come to NYC to get in his way when he wants to go. (No matter that it is only because of these Yahoos that New York has a theater still. Then again what sort of grown man of any talent at all makes his living reviewing plays in this day and age anyway?) That Wolcott has no comments on his own page is enough to tell anyone that his decades of playing a beard have indeed left him the blogosphere’s leading white man possessed of an inverted if uninhabited penis.

[Update in the afternoon]

OK, maybe I’ll implement Frank J.’s comment policy.

Pet Peeve

Andrew Stuttaford asks of the Guardian:

…is there something a bit unsettling about the way that has been written?

You mean, besides the fact that they can’t spell mischievous? The writer apparently spells it the way the writer (mistakenly) pronounces it.

This is one of my pet peeves. Many people wrongly pronounce this word MISCHEEVEEUS, four syllables, accent on the second syllABle, when there is no long ee sound after the vee, but this is the first time I’ve seen someone actually spell it that way (perhaps attempting to resolve the disparity between the actual word and the way he wants to pronounce it). It’s three syllables–MISchievous.

And, yes, that’s not the only problem with the paragraph he quotes.