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Figuratively speaking, I don’t think any diamonds are conflict free.
(Note: my wife’s engagement ring is an aquamarine.)
At a traffic light during my drive home yesterday, I noticed this car in the next lane:

In case you can’t see this iPhone photo too clearly, it’s of a Volkswagen Phaeton with a W 12 engine. According to the Wikipedia page for this car, it looks like the W 12 is the top of the line for a Phaeton. This means that I was on the road with someone who spent more than $100,000 on a Volkswagen.
Or maybe — given the letter-sequence of his license plate — he bought it used for around $55,000.
Either way, I may have found the stupidest driver in New Jersey. It’s a Volkswagen!
It’s been seven years since the iPod was released! I think I bought my first one (a 10gb gen2) about 18 months later.
Looks like we finally have the answer to the burning question, “Will we see Chinese democracy before we see Chinese Democracy?”
Courtesy of my local Stop & Shop.
You are now about to witness the stremf of street candy:
And I guess this is the Vanilla Ice version:
Bonus: I used to drink malt liquor back in grad school, so here’s Modern Drunkard’s epic take on the subject: 40 Ounces of Fury.
See the whole Lost in the Supermarket series
I’m going to skip some of the short ones in this segment, such as Of riding post (pp. 626-7) and Of thumbs (pp. 634-5), on the grounds that I couldn’t come up with anything funny to write about them. If anything, they bolster the Montaigne-as-blogger argument, because we all have observations that don’t really go anywhere: “But they made sense at the time!”
This week’s main reading was Of evil means employed to a good end (pp. 627-630). Like Socrates does in the Republic, Montaigne draws out the correspondence between man and state:
The diseases and conditions of our bodies are seen also in states and government: kingdoms and republics are born, flourish, and wither with age, as we do. We are subject to a useless and harmful surfeir of humors. . . . States are often seen to be sick of a similar repletion, and it has been customary to use various sorts of purgation.
And so, just as the medicine of his day called for leeching or bloodletting for personal health, the health of the state also relied on such practices. In this case, though, establishing colonies and fighting wars serves to drain humors:
Sometimes also [the Romans] deliberately fostered wars with certain of their enemies, not only to keep their men in condition, for fear that idleness, mother of corruption, might bring them some worse mischief . . . but also to serve as a bloodletting for their republic and to cool off a bit the too vehement heat of their young men, to prune and clear the branches of that too lustily proliferating stock.
The choice, as M. puts it after citing several examples through history, is between foreign war and civil war, and the former is the “milder evil.”
He goes on to declare that gladiator fights were more humane than, um, the ancients’ practice of human vivisection of condemned criminals (?), because at least the latter was meant for the health of the soul while the latter only aided treatment of the body (?). M. does get around to condemning gladiatorial combat for getting out of hand —
The early Romans used criminals for such examples; but later they used innocent slaves, and even freeman who sold themselves for this purpose; finally Roman senators and knights, and even women.
— but he points out that this practice isn’t so bizarre, given the fact that, as he was writing, foreign mercenaries were fighting France’s internal quarrels merely for money.
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Of the greatness of Rome (pp. 630-2): The Romans could make slaves out of kings, and kings out of ordinary citizens.
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Not to counterfeit being sick (pp. 632-634): Don’t make a face or it’ll freeze like that.
What I’m reading: Samaritan, by Richard Price.
What I’m listening to: My new iPod, because my old one blew up after only 2 years of use: grr!
What I’m watching: Forgetting Sarah Marshall and the first episode of Mad Men. Observations: Mila Kunis is adorable, and Mad Men fell a bit flat/heavy-handed/eh after our experience with The Wire. I have a feeling that a lot of TV is going to fall into the same category after that series.
What I’m drinking: Ristow Cabernet Sauvignon 2000 on Saturday night and Sunday night. I’m up to two drinks a week, but I still haven’t had a G&T since 9/26, partly because I’m too lazy to pick up limes & tonic at the supermarket.
What Rufus is up to: His first Sunday morning greyhound hike in Wawayanda State Park! Check out the pix!
Where I’m going: No plans, but we’ll likely go back to the park on Sunday.
What I’m happy about: The Red Sox lost game 7!!!
What I’m sad about: That my jury duty number for today turned out to be past the cutoff, so I don’t get to spring my “I can SMELL guilt!” line.
What I’m pondering: Whether I can go into a medically-induced coma to skip the next 2 weeks of electioneering.
I try to cut the Drudge Report a bit of slack; I figure everyone has an agenda, and so I do my best to weigh their biases and suss out the signal from all the noise. Still, I was a little sad when I checked out the site this afternoon and saw this link in the top of the right column:
Disappointed because I saw the interview earlier in the day, and I knew that’s not what Colin Powell said. In fact, the very story that Drudge quote links to includes the correct version of the quote:
I think the last decade’s proven pretty adequately that “Republican” is not the same as “conservative.” If you’re going to quote somebody, I think you have a duty to actually include the correct quote.
For weeks now, we’ve been meaning to join the Hiking Greyhounds group at Wawayanda State Park. These grey owners hike every Sunday at 9 a.m., but we’ve had various reasons (read: made various excuses) not to join them. This weekend, we figured, was likely the last one for great foliage, and wouldn’t be so cold that we’d be dissuaded from rejoining the group again.
So at 8:30 this morning, we drove out to the park, joined our fellow grey owners (many of whom we’d met before), put Rufus’ coat on, and got walking! I forgot to keep track of which trails we walked (Hoeferlin and Black Eagle, and maybe part of the Appalachian Trail), but I’m pretty sure we covered about 2.5 miles over 80 minutes. I’d never taken Rufus on an hour-plus trek before, but he never flagged, which means I’m just an overcautious ninny.
Since we got him, we wondered why Rufus only ran 8 races in his career before he was cashiered and kicked onto the rescue circuit. A common note from several of his races was “collision on first turn.” During the walk today, we realized that this wasn’t limited to the racecourse; Rufus spent so much of his time bumping into the other dogs, we nicknamed him the Supercollider.
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