And I wrote about my love of short sentences, which made Zach say:
Short sentences are effective. Just the other day, I observed that, for all the scientific talks I've been to, I can't recall a single time somebody has said "Wow, I understood everything that guy said. He must be an idiot!" But you'd be amazed how many people act as though that's not true.And then I said:
I've been to a lot of talks where I've had to listen to long sentences and tried to stave off boredom by translating them into short sentences, the stupidity of which I could the[n] marvel at before obsessing about the door and how to get myself on the other side of it.I'm looking at the door now and thinking I need to get to the other side of it, where it might be in the single digits or it might be 12.
But I'm catching up on the comments to that post about the Edwards bloggers who got shown or found the door, and Freder is all:
Unhinged? Do you ever stop by LGF, FreeRepublic, or Redstate? Even stating a leftwing view over at Redstate will get you banned quicker than anything.And I'm all:
And Malkin herself. She complains because of ant-Catholic bias, but spews anti-Islam bias all the time, wrote a book defending the internment of the Japanese and is a raging racist.
Ant-Catholic bias?(Source.)
"Have you ever heard of insect politics? Neither have I. Insects... don't have politics. They're very... brutal. No compassion, no compromise. We can't trust the insect. I'd like to become the first... insect politician. Y'see, I'd like to, but... I'm afraid, uh... I'm saying... I'm saying I - I'm an insect who dreamt he was a man and loved it. But now the dream is over... and the insect is awake."
I do need to get out of here. Perhaps a nice teleporter. If I've got that inner purity.
Until later, may this preserve you:
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In before dave shows up to spew something like "typical moronic brownshirt fuck, abusing her blogging power to post cherry-picked quotes that make her opponents look stupid and stifle their free speech."
Oh boy, I made the big time! But of course because of typical Ann non-committal, I can't tell if she is insulting me or not. Although I assume it is the former.
I think she is calling me unhinged. or maybe a dead insect. Or threatening to show me the door. She has her camera out and took pictures of a door (which has hinges--see the double pun). And a dead bug--covered in cobwebs.
My, isn't she Kafkaesque today.
Or. maybe. she. just. wants. me. to. write. in. shorter. sentences.
But then she was discussing teleportation. Hmm, maybe she is having a "beam me up Scotty, moment".
I really do wish she would just, for once, say what she means, and means what she says.
You never seem to care about losing me as a commenter, and my comments are routinely incisive, such as this: the last sentence of the Gettysberg Address is longer than the train smoke that trailed the car that carried Lincoln and his entourage to Gettysberg, and disproportionately so, given the Address's mere 272 words, yet nobody would ever dream of shortening it.
Please forgive the long sentence in support of long sentences, but a short sentence just wouldn't do.
Was that the bug Jody Foster retrieved from the victim's mouth in 'Silence of the Lambs'?
[slurping/hissing sound]
[slurping/hissing sound]
*B*LT anyone?
The sentences that make up are perhaps long, but they are extraordinarily rich in content and imagery.
But let the experts speak for it:
"I should be glad if I could flatter myself that I came as near to the central idea of the occasion, in two hours, as you did in two minutes."
- Edward Everett, who delivered a two-hour Oration before Lincoln's few minutes of Dedicatory Remarks.
Ann, when do you decide to use your Nikon as opposed to your Sony?
Is it just a question of either being close at hand, or you think you'll get a better shot with the other?
I ask because I noticed that the snow pics you posted recently, were with the Nikon (and they were beautiful, BTW, especially the first one).
But the one with the candies, the last one only, was with the Sony.
Inquiring minds.
Cheers,
Victoria
The Nikon is a full-size camera, which I have around in the house all the time and take with me on a serious photo trip. The Sony is the size of a pack of cards, and I carry it everywhere. I use the Nikon when it's at hand, because it's better, but usually I'm just out with the Sony.
And yes, that horrid moth was in my house... Up on a window sill where it was hard to see. Strangely, when I noticed it, I took pictures of it, then left it there! After I took the picture, I guess I sort of liked it or had become one with it or something. It's as if the camera spliced us together, me and the moth.
The Nikon is a full-size camera, which I have around in the house all the time and take with me on a serious photo trip. The Sony is the size of a pack of cards, and I carry it everywhere. I use the Nikon when it's at hand, because it's better, but usually I'm just out with the Sony.
Now she tells me! I got the Sony because I loved how your photos looked on your blog.
(BTW, the photos that cinched the choice, was that one you took of you on your iPod at Cocolicious, or what you have you)
And yes, that horrid moth was in my house...
Oh, it's a moth?
I thought it was a palmetto bug, says the Southern city girl.
Up on a window sill where it was hard to see. Strangely, when I noticed it, I took pictures of it, then left it there!
That tells us something about you. You are at peace with nature, old flower girl that you are, and also you're a bit dirty.
After I took the picture, I guess I sort of liked it or had become one with it or something. It's as if the camera spliced us together, me and the moth.
Loved it. Very Kafkaesque this.
Ann Althouse is the new Gregor Samsa!
Cheers,
Victoria
Ann, are you going to post that picture of candy hearts in your Flickr stream for V-Day tomorrow? I feel like I want to get the jump on that by saying, "I saw it first everyone!"
Actually, "those pictures" plural. They're cool!
Chuck, pssst.
Cheers,
Victoria
Oh.
I'm going to shrink into nothing now.
Well, I guess if she had that picture for just-any-old-day, I'm eager to see what she's got for us tomorrow. I'll be here. Tapping my feet.
Waiting. Anxiously. To see. What you've got.
Hmmmm. At first glance, the cob-web on the miller was mistaken as smoke; my minds eye saw a moth that had indeed gotten too close to the flame. Could that be a metaphor for this post?
Oh, it's a moth?
I thought it was a palmetto bug, says the Southern city girl.
I wanted it to be a cicada.
An Icarus Moth, perhaps.
Wow - still no dave, with his trademarked M.B.F. comment. Fatmouse, you nailed it early.
Hey, post fans, this post looms large in the new podcast.
The door to Triangle Market, perhaps?
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