Turns out it’s serious business when someone is wrong on the internet …
Two friends build a wind-powered car that travels directly downwind faster than the wind. It’s a neat case study in bias.
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Two friends build a wind-powered car that travels directly downwind faster than the wind. It’s a neat case study in bias. For several years I was mildly curious about soccer. It seemed odd that the whole world but the U.S. followed the sport fanatically. I made it a point to catch a game or two on TV, to see if I was missing something. Years later, my curiosity had shifted. I no longer wondered why the U.S. didn’t appreciate soccer. I wondered what the hell the rest of the world saw in it. Eventually, I read an article somewhere that offered a plausible hypothesis. The writer, a neoconservative, I seem to remember, argued that soccer, low-scoring, slow-paced, circuitous soccer, was a sport apropos the goal-disoriented, crypto-nihilistic foreign mindset. Europeans or Africans, for example, are satisfied to cheer at a public nothing happening furiously for ninety minutes, just because they are satisfied to shrug through a private nothing happening placidly for threescore and ten years. The American mindset, in contrast, stresses man’s power to shape the world to suit his purposes. Likewise, when nothing is happening in his life, an American seeks to make something happen. When nothing happens in his sport, he wants a refund. For the past few years, I have begun to wonder whether World Cup fever might not be catching over here. I seem to be overhearing more soccer-fan conversations. This year, it has been more pronounced than ever. It’s depressing to consider: maybe we’ve finally become Europeans. I hope this is just a harmless case of pessimistic confirmation bias.
Something to keep in mind. From The Freeman Online via STR Ruben Bolling attempts irony through hyperbole, fails. But is it really the surest way? This pleases me. It’s been a bit too long since I’ve watched Mary Poppins. There’s this box I haven’t unpacked sitting just out of reach. Its top is partway open. I can see there’s a “Slush Mug” in there. If you don’t know what a “Slush Mug” is, that sucks for you. The product of a “Slush Mug” is delicious. Between me and the slush mug box there’s a stack of books that I really want to get into. I don’t see that happening this week or next. These facts, and others, indicate that finishing some of the projects I’ve got open here is a way off. |
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