Some interesting thoughts on the arrest of so-called “dirty bomber” Abdullah al Mujahir. Courtesy of Rebecca’s Pocket (well, originally) and This Modern World, respectively. Ah, the blissful illusion of safety. Thanks, Mr. Ashcroft, you’re swell!
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Reading the second volume of The Lord of the Rings, I am reminded of something Eric Lipton wrote about the first film in the series:
Under the auspices of a lesser director, watching the film could be like watching a freight train go by. This happens, then this happens, then this happens, then this happens — as our characters are tossed from action scene to action scene. Tolkien got away with this in the books because his writing was extraordinarily boring. You could never really tell you were being overstimulated.
I’m enjoying The Two Towers, certainly, but there are times when you can definitely tell Tolkien was a linguist and historian first and a storyteller second.
Caterina writes:
I lick you. Today on the CBC program Ideas a woman said that animals develop social relationships by licking each other, but each animal can only lick 150 other animals before it runs out of licks. She said that some people think that language is the way that humans lick each other. Which means that weblogs are a great new development in lick technology and I am a great, slobbering galoot.
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