The Next Goldwater

Image stolen from Shepard Fairey, text from some hippies that Tom Wolfe was hanging out with in the 60s.

Image stolen from Shepard Fairey, text from some hippies that Tom Wolfe was hanging out with in the 60s.
Because every new WordPress upgrade breaks K2, my previous theme, I’m working on a new home-grown alternative. Until it’s ready for prime time, here are some random items of interest:
If you find the quantity and variety of available nutritional advice frustrating, find relief in Michael Pollan’s simplified rules: Eat Food. Not Too Much. Mostly Plants.
In the last 50 pages of In Defense of Food, he parses this guidance into an only slightly more complicated algorithm, the highlights of which are:
I’ve taken a few steps in this direction recently, and I may become even more drastic by going to farmers markets.
Editor’s Note: First posted this on tWF back in early 2005, this article predated my eventual reading of Ayn Rand’s complete novels and a few of her other writings. While I’m not a strict Objectivist, I still appreciate her ideas. And though the Kensico Cemetary statue in the photo below does not accompany Rand’s grave, I like it so much I think I’ll keep it anyway (if photographer Lee Sandstead doesn’t mind).
I first met John Galt on a bumper sticker last December. A little Volkswagen silently asked, “Who is John Galt?” and for some reason I felt like someone had asked this before. Like it was some eternal question that had been in my subconscious mind for many years, finally springing to the surface thanks to a cute little German car. In any case, a quick Google search revealed the literary source of this question — Ayn Rand’s 1100-page masterpiece, Atlas Shrugged. Next time I was at Barnes & Noble, I picked up the paperback for $9.
(more…)And it’s finally cooled off, sort of. Yes, I enjoy this t-shirt weather and dread the impending frigidity as much as anyone who spent his formative years in Southern California and Florida (and who now prefers to winter in Hawaii) does, but I’d also prefer a gradual descent into coldness rather than the precipitous drop I’m bracing for. And by “bracing for” I mean “thinking I should have shopped for winter clothing already.”
There are other reasons to look forward to fall, namely:
While looking up all those word counts I forgot what else I’m looking forward to. Hay rides? Pumpkin carving?
I did install Leopard this weekend. It’s at least a welcome respite from the old and cranky install of Tiger I was running. (OS X installs seem to degrade now that Macs have Intel inside. Oh how I miss the PowerPC!) The features are largely commensurate with the prerelease hype, and in any case Leopard beats anything Microsoft’s put out recently.