Kellen Minor (via rupemeistervich)
I found this yesterday doing a picture survey. I haven’t been able to get it out of my head.
Reading Catch-22 in 2008 it is almost impossible to not connect the plight of Heller’s reluctant WWII bombadier Yossarian, whose superior officers keep raising the number of missions he has to fly to get sent home, with soldiers’ tours in Afghanistan and Iraq being extended via stop-lossing. Yossarian is a sane man caught in an insane situation, where each layer peels back only to reveal some new madness that threatens to engulf him. Crazy generals, doctors, chaplains, pilots, prostitutes and their kid sisters inhabit Heller’s hilarious and frightening story of the lunacy of war, where only the insane can be sent home - but wanting to go home proves that you’re not insane. So says Catch-22.
Heller’s novel skewers every piece of the myth that war is at all noble or just; the look at how greed and self-interest and blind unquestioning obedience perpetuate and intensify the damages of war could easily be based on companies like Haliburton and Blackwater -
“When I look up, I see people cashing in. I don’t see heaven, or saints or angels. I see people cashing in on every decent impulse and human tragedy”
When on a hot summer’s day you buy a carbonated beverage to quench your thirst, how do you order it? Do you ask for a soda, a pop or something else? That question lay at the basis of an article in the Journal of English Linguistics (Soda or Pop?, #24, 1996) and of a map, showing the regional variation in American English of the names given to that type of drink.
The article was written by Luanne von Schneidemesser, PhD in German linguistics and philology from the University of Wisconsin-Madison and senior editor of the Dictionary of American Regional English. And although there might be weightier issues in life (or even in linguistics) than the preferred terminology for a can of soft drink, there’s nothing trivial about this part of the beverage industry.
“According to an article last year in the Isthmus, Madison’s weekly newspaper, Americans drink so much of the carbonated beverages sold under such brand names as Coca-Cola, Pepsi, Sprite, Mountain Dew, and 7-Up that consumption averages 43 gallons per year for every man, woman, and child in the United States,” Von Schneidemesser begins her article. “The Statistical Abstract of the United States (1994) confirms this: 44.1 gallons per person in 1992, compared to the next most consumed beverages: beer (32.7 gallons), coffee (27.8 gallons), and milk (25.3 gallons).”
It must be that ubiquity of soft drinks that has made this pop vs soda map the single-most submitted map to this blog, sent in by over 100 contributors. The map details the areas where certain usages predominate.
A surprisingly interesting skim, and something to bookmark for future zingers in heated debates.
Some of my favorites:
Asimov’s three laws of robotics — because robots are cool.
Clarke’s third law — “Any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic.” I don’t have God, but I do have 8,000 songs in my bra.
Callahan’s Principle — “You can’t argue with stupid.”
Godwin’s Law — “As an online discussion grows longer, the probability of a comparison involving Nazis or Hitler approaches one.” I would like to point out that I have been guilty of this on this blog only once. Okay, three times.
Parkinson’s law (or as I like to think of it, the law of proscratination) — “Work expands so as to fill the time available for its completion”.
Sturgeon’s law — “Nothing is always absolutely so.” Which, if you think about it, is a pretty funny law.
This one I just don’t get:
Peckham’s Law - Beauty times brains equals a constant.
And in the Wouldn’t It Be Nice category:
Littlewood’s law — States that individuals can expect miracles to happen to them, at the rate of about one per month.
It’s not the laws that are eponymous it’s the people who formulated them. Something named for a person is an eponym. The person the thing was named for is the “eponymous” person. For example - Jay Gatsby is the Fitzgerald novel’s eponymous character. I apologize for the language police antics. I know it’s ridiculous.
Joe Strummer, The Clash, Milan, Italy, 1981
via: Morrison Hotel/Janette Beckman, photographer
Clever Olympic medal infographic by Lee Byron, Amanda Cox and Matthew Ericson for the New York Times. (via Kris Lane)
Quentin Tarantino (via willw) (via dreamarchitect) (via peterwknox)
I’m watching Reservoir Dogs on IFC at this very moment.
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