June 18, 2006

Audible Althouse #54.

The new podcast. Streamable here -- no iPod needed. But all the cool people subscribe:
Ann Althouse - Audible Althouse

I talk about: Father's Day when your father is gone. Staying on good terms with people who are not gone. Hiding your disappointment. That sign that says "We have Potato!" The way schools disfavor boys... and rebel girls. The high school with 41 valedictorians. Back in the old days, getting assigned to give the prayer at graduation and doing it, rebel-style.

7 comments:

Lou Minatti said...

I enjoy your podcasts very much, Ann. Thank you for doing them.

I listen at work. I download via ITunes on Sunday night and listen to all the stuff I've subscribed to that's been updated over the weekend.

Ann Althouse said...

Thanks. I had a hell of a time doing this one (as talked about on the podcast)...

Ruth Anne Adams said...

"Distant evidence of woe."

Whoa!

Ann Althouse said...

I don't think I said "distant evidence of woe," did I?

Ruth Anne Adams said...

That's how I heard it...you were musing about the helicopter or ambulance or sirens and that very poetic phrase came out.

Hence the "whoa!"

Ann Althouse said...

Ruth Anne: You're right. I listened to it again. It was after hearing sirens and the medical helicopter. Not to mention Billie Holiday.

Johnny Nucleo said...

I like the distant woe line too. Just think, something bad is happening somewhere all the time. Depressing if you think about it. (So don't!)

About rebellion. I think it's true that rebellion as a posture is immature, or at least naive. But I would distinguish rebellion from counterculturalism. If one is true to one's principles, or if one is intellectually honest, one will be "countercultural" at one point or another in one's life.

I consider myself - a hipster conservative in a liberal town - to be countercultural. If I were merely a hipster in this town, I would not be countercultural. I would be a hipster doofus. That is, I would be an Establishmentarian. (I'll give you a hint as to the town where the Establishment is made up of hipster doofuses: In Spanish it's called Los Angeles.)

Also, there's just something fun about questioning core assumptions and making the overly certain seeth with rage.