3.31.2006

Companion piece

Home again, home again, jiggity jig


I'd mentioned going home again, but that was some time ago... it almost goes without saying that I haven't actually read anything by Thomas Wolfe (as opposed to Tom Wolfe), but I've got Look Homeward, Angel on my reading list.

I think there's a more interesting questions than, "What's in your wallet?" [who cares what's in your wallet except someone trying to sell you something (and they're hoping for some form of payment). I mostly have tiny bits of useless paper in my wallet. That's not intended as a critique of our current monetary system--things I haven't yet thrown out.]
So: What's on your reading list? This says a lot about a person, the things to which they aspire but may never quite attain... doesn't everyone's reading list grow at an exponetial rate, much faster than anyone could ever keep up? [I can imagine that some people's doesn't, but if they're reading this they're here by mistake. As we say, "keep coming back!"]

I wouldn't want to offend...

That is, I wouldn't want to offend any particular group. As the saying goes (I think I've already exploited this one), some of my best friends are... Democrats, Republicans, Socialists, etc. So, don't think of this as a judgment against a group: it's intended personally.

3.30.2006

Who has my pen?

Mai disappeared for a period of time, during which Mr. Miro took a trip back home... I still can't find that pen, though.

Deep thoughts...

Sometimes, this is as deep as it gets.

3.29.2006

But what were the charges?

Perhaps I should include links to exploding dog and toothpaste for dinner, even though the original inspiration is pre-Simpsons "Life in Hell" and Dada and/or Surrealism.

I Miss Joey and Johnny

3.28.2006

Let's all go to the mall!

I'm not sure who the other fellow is, but he doesn't appear to be happy. But then, he seems to be speaking French, so what can you expect?

Back from Hiatus

If Trudeau can do it, so I can. You don't want me to end up like Gary Larson or Bill Waterson, do you?

3.21.2006

A Cheery post for a cheery day



The funny thing is, he probably is telling the truth. You can never tell.

The best laid plans...

It seems like every time I make elaborate plans, it turns out like this... not really a 'detail' person. Does that make me a 'big picture' person? Obviously not; but 'cartoon person' is an overlooked and misunderstood category.

Fortune Cookie

I haven't gotten this one lately, but then, there aren't any good Chinese restaurants in town.

3.20.2006

Does this need any comment?

He said at Five o'clock on a Monday...

Mr. Miro doesn't want to answer that question, because the answer threatens his own place in the order of things... except for the very wealthy and those who have already given up on the system, we each hang on to what little we have.

Blackburn and the expressive nature of value-judgments

Expression of approval, worn on its sleeve.
The object of that approval, however, is not clear. Any thoughts?

Or for that matter, objections; because after all what we have here is a theory in which moral judgments are merely expressions of approval. I'm not really sure that I agree with emotivism, but I find it appealing in my more skeptical moods.

First Day of Spring

A cheery thought on the first day of Spring--bunnies, eggs, and such reminding us of rebirth. Or more snow, depending.

3.19.2006

Contemptibility

This seems to follow more closely along the "Mr. Miro gets a job" vein than the more recent appearances of Mai, but in some respects it summarizes her nicely.
She, of course, is denied a response: she can get her own blog.

Bike riding on a Sunday afternoon

I wonder if Mr. Miro ever exceeds the speed limit.

3.17.2006

St. Patrick's Day


As the saying goes, some of my best friends are Irish... and although I haven't heard them comment directly on Lucky the Leprechaun, I suspect that they would find him a demeaning stereotype concocted by racist Englishmen. But perhaps not. In any case, this really has nothing to do with St. Patrick's Day, or the Irish in general. Please, don't pelt me with cabbage.

The curse of perfection


I think it's generally true that the qualities of others that we find most irritating are aspects of ourselves that we don't really like. For instance, a person who cuts other people off in conversation--or traffic--will be most annoyed when it happens to them. I don't really have that problem myself, though.