Monday, September 04, 2006

Sentential Links #64

It's that time again....

:: T minus two months or so until we have to name a baby girl, and I can promise you it won’t be "Emmillie" or "Graiyce" or "Wrooth." (I wonder what Mr. Jennings thinks of the popular new name, "Nevaeh"? Personally, I think that name is about as stupid as anything I can think of. All the amazing names in the Bible, and we've got to start spelling shit backwards?)

:: Of course, "Nevaeh" is an order of magnitude sillier even than Remington, simply because it takes an linguistic epiphany that would embarass a stoner ("Hey dude -- did you realize that butter spelled backwards is ... rettub?" "Duuuude.") and forces some poor kid to live with it until they die. (Just Googled "Nevaeh" on a whim. Hey, we can go lots of places with this! Like, "Hey, did you hear about the recent mystery novel manuscript found amongst the writings of JRR Tolkien? The killer kept saying Rodrom!")

:: I think you have to have loved someone to write a song about them. I loved Jessica. To a degree, mellowed by distance, time and life, I still do. (Or to write poetry.)

:: Law of Modern Warfare #001: When you bomb people for their own good, they never, ever get your point in the way you hope.

:: Cats are, after all, very cool.

:: It's the regular media---the MSM as they appear to like us to call them---who are obsessed with the idea that blogs are all about politics and nothing but politics, and this is not just unfortunate in that they are depriving themselves of some excellent and entertaining reading on movies, books, music, science, and life in general, on the job and in the home and on the farm and out in the woods and in the mind; it's potentially disasterous for us, the bloggers, and for our readers, and for the still inchoate art form known as blogging.

:: These are books that opened my eyes, or spun me upside down, so that the stars were underfoot and the trees were dangling from a green sky like monstrous feathery stalactites.

:: An artist is an artist only because of his exquisite sense of beauty, a sense which shows him intoxicating pleasures, but which at the same time implies and contains an equally exquisite sense of all deformities and all disproportion. (Not actually written by the linked blogger, but click through anyway to see who did say this.)

All for now. Back next week.

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