Sunday, August 12, 2012

Varia


This post provides instant aleatory access to the fabulous “World of Dr Justice”.
There is so much to choose from -- who can choose?
So let fate do it for you.
Simply roll a die, and however many pips are up top, click on that link below.

Are readers generally aware how witty is William James?   Particularly in comparison with his overrated dull brother -- what's his name -- HenryHank.  Something like that.

A woodchuck, a priest, and a qadi  walk into a bar.

Many Christians have led lives structured at every step by their own perceived progress towards Salvation;  they still show up at their day job, and remember to buy bread on the way home, but all this is but bunting around the central stage of their lived drama.  

Having just managed to survive the Great Eastern Seaboard Earthquake of Anno Domini MMXI, during which lawn-chairs toppled cruelly to the turf, and zoo animals expressed their discontent;  and being right now, even as I write (last words?), smack dab in the sights of fearsome Hurricane Irene…

Ever since computers started whupping grandmasters, it has pretty much ruined the romance of the game -- much as similar technical developments scotched the potential vaudeville careers of mnemonic or calculating savants.  It’s a mug’s game, two alpha males knocking themselves out each to beat the other, when neither is as good as a machine.

…the hemipteran equivalent of the Cogito -- an existential epiphany as the monad is born into the world. 

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