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Friday, March 31, 2006


So I'm attending a symposium that my journal is hosting. I also have to submit a draft of a paper in six hours (let's hope Ziggy graduates!). But what am I doing? I'm reading Unfogged of course. I love them so.

For instance, take Fontana Labs doing what he does best:

You could, if you wanted, say that religious claims aren't the kind of thing that can be undermined by any empirical inquiry, but this (I think) comes with a cost: you have to accept any possible outcome of empirical enquiry as equally compatible with your religious claims. If there's no explanatory work at all done by God, and you still want to believe, well, that's between you and your epistemologist. But this involves giving up a lot of traditional theism-- including any claims about purpose or meaning that rest on, say, an intervening, causally potent God. (Emphasis added.)

Now that's some bloggy goodness for you all.

And, if you're still not convinced, LizardBreath take it away:

Jane: [Insistently] You should buy her a pony now. Anyone with the warmth and openness to ask for a pony, should have a pony. [This goes on for a bit, with Jane berating Ideal to buy me a pony. She then turns back to me] An answer to a question like that says so much about a person... so, what kind of law do you do?

LB: I'm a litigator, representing tobacco companies.

Jane: Fuck you.

Yep--this is certainly the best use of my time right now.

-Ziggy Stardust  10:15 EST | |

About us:

This weblog is an ongoing, if periodic, effort by several friends to stay in touch, in reading material, and in ideas.

Lucky Luciano is a former Italian Stallion real estate hustler and Benedict Arnold CEO turned shady lawyer-to-be. He lives in Denver.

Ben is a Paramedic and would-be philantropist who lives in Denver. He knows everything about nothing.

Fuzzy Dunlop lives in Manhattan. He is more than capable of standing up to the stresses of a high crime urban environment.

Jess is a teacher. But have YOU given her an apple? No, you haven't. You should be ashamed of yourself. This crazy feminist currently rests her copy of Awakening in Jersey City.

Matt is a pariah, iconoclast, and professor of gambling living in Oakland.

Miguel Sanchez is not Lionel Hutz.

Daddy Brooklyn lives in Brooklyn. He hates Republicans, though he wouldn't mind being ensconced in the landed elite of New York City.

Paul just smoked my eyelids and punched my cigarette.

Ziggy Stardust has no past.

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