June 29th, 2006

Boss Coffee

Caffeine zombie, nosedive!

Drank entirely too much coffee yesterday morning after too little sleep the last few nights, with the result that by 1500 yesterday the mere thought of more coffee made me ill...and I crashed hard after getting home last night, taking my medicine and eating yogurt before becoming completely unconcho around 8 PM. No swimming, no dinner, nada, just ten hours of sleep which I apparently needed really badly.

This morning I'm feeling better. My fantasy baseball team has risen to sixth, no thanks to A's pitcher Joe Blanton who got pounded last night by the Pods and is now off the roster, replaced by the newly competent Carlos Silva. My replacement CPAP machine has come in at Apria, and with any luck I'll be able to run over to their St. Paul office during lunch and pick it up. I'll certainly have the slack in my work schedule for it, since I started at 0800 today - and will continue to do so for the next couple of months since my Social Studies Methods class (third time pays for all, he said hopefully) starts tonight. Not only is all that going well, but I dropped my malfunctioning Palm Zire in the parking ramp on the way to the elevator and it now works just fine. jariten's drama llama has been slain. Last but not least, P's willing to split my room at Convergence with me. So far today, everything's coming up roses.

I'm expecting the other shoe to drop any minute now...

UPDATE: Well, that didn't take long. Jim Baen has died.
Via qob.
wombat

Reflections on editors

If you spend a lot of your free time reading, as so many of us in fandom do, you are unavoidably affected by the books you read and by the people who chose those books for you. Your parents, editors of publishing houses, librarians, all those people have left an imprint on you through the books you read. This is part of the reason I love and respect my parents so much - they introduced me to reading when I was very young, took me to libraries so long ago I can't even remember the first time, and provided me with an enormous trove of books to pore through that they'd acquired over the years.
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A few links before class...

Tim Worstall on HM Government's attitude toward the majority of lviing holders of the Victoria Cross:
On that list fully a third are Gurkhas. The Ministry of Defense still insists that they should receive lesser pensions than other troops and the Home Office that those who serve should not have the right to live or work in the United Kingdom. God we are ruled by scum.

(Llamabutchers)

Speaking of the Llama Butchers, they're observing Rousseau's birthday with the appropriate respect:
Three things come to mind when I think of Rousseau:

First, for somebody with such a shockingly screwed up personal life, he seemed awfully assured in his belief that he could instruct others how to manage their own.

Second, all that blathering about "Noble Savages" is just so much nostalgie pour la boue, a nasty psychiatric condition tied to self-loathing. It's infuriating that so much of Western art, philosophy and politics should have been (and should continue to be) influenced by it.

Third, whenever somebody starts bloviating in earnest about the Perfectability of Mankind, it's time to run for it because a whole lot of people are going to wind up dead and a whole lot more are going to wish they were.

As you can tell, I'm no fan.

Word.

Via Jane Galt, Reihan Salam deals the decisive smackdown on Barbara Ehrenreich and her "debate" with Jason Furman over Wal-Mart. Some of Jane's commenters are even less complimentary.

Cobb thinks there's no future for the long-awaited black/brown alliance. He also has a lot to say about blackness and what it is in today's America, but those posts deserve more attention than I'm going to give them here.

GVDL applies a test for ADD to the media and his readers, accusing the MSM of helping spread the sickness. He also finds a lot of cool stuff in his Pajamas, wherein he is Editor.

Peggy Noonan got out of bed on the wrong side this morning, and has much eye-poking for Senator Clinton, the New York Times, and Baba Wawa. (Also see Lisa de Moraes' slagging of B-Wa, via Rachel) Ladies, you've been SERVED.

That's it. I'm outta here.
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