<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263916</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:07:19.394-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Plastic Words</title><subtitle type='html'>Current and past Assignments from Mr. Greenbaum's Math Class</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plasticlanguage.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263916/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plasticlanguage.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mr. Greenbaum</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>80</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263916.post-116362844218027311</id><published>2006-11-15T17:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T17:07:22.180-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Standby for answers to problems</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plasticlanguage.blogspot.com/feeds/116362844218027311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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problems</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plasticlanguage.blogspot.com/feeds/116362832774874893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263916&amp;postID=116362832774874893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263916/posts/default/116362832774874893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263916/posts/default/116362832774874893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plasticlanguage.blogspot.com/2006/11/standby-for-answers-to-worksheet.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr. Greenbaum</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' 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type='text'>Barbecue

If only the subject line were anti-spam-bot google-bait...

So, I've been watching the collected Alton Bruininiana that the folks 
over at digital distractions have archived, and I came across, in an 
episode entitled "Q", a plan for constructing a home smoker out of two 
unglazed terracotta flower pots, a hotplate, and a replacement grill.

Said contraption was constructed for</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plasticlanguage.blogspot.com/feeds/108783457966379431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263916&amp;postID=108783457966379431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263916/posts/default/108783457966379431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263916/posts/default/108783457966379431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plasticlanguage.blogspot.com/2004/06/barbecue-if-only-subject-line-were.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr. Greenbaum</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263916.post-106851160181158960</id><published>2003-11-10T19:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-10T19:46:39.020-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Been awhile, folks.  As if there's an audience now - the accumulated linkage surplus has more than been amortised by the year or so of steady disinterest on my part.I'm getting married, buying a car, buying an apartment, and teaching algebra to one hundred and three New York teens in a Chelsea high school.  A depiction of the trivium and quadrivium in magnificient stained-glass panels frames the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plasticlanguage.blogspot.com/feeds/106851160181158960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263916&amp;postID=106851160181158960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263916/posts/default/106851160181158960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263916/posts/default/106851160181158960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plasticlanguage.blogspot.com/2003/11/been-awhile-folks.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr. Greenbaum</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263916.post-91512841</id><published>2003-03-27T19:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-03-27T19:36:56.733-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>One month.  All I can think of is stock and broth.A correspondent writes:
I've got a bunch of bones and fat in the freezer because I thought I'd try boiling them to make broth.  Any tips?  One thing I'm wondering about is the ratio of bones to water.Roast dem bones till they are brown, with the fat rendered out and any remaining adhering tissue is thoroughly roasted (***not*** blackened).  We </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plasticlanguage.blogspot.com/feeds/91512841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263916&amp;postID=91512841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263916/posts/default/91512841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263916/posts/default/91512841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plasticlanguage.blogspot.com/2003/03/one-month.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr. Greenbaum</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263916.post-89245051</id><published>2003-02-17T11:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-17T11:28:45.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>And, yes, I'm transiting the old "Plastic Words" postings off the page.

They're from a time gone by.
When intemperate oral froth began a warm, tight feeling 'twixt beater and breast,
An age
When monkeys and pigs by force of anger did fly
And rest
In roosts of plush velour, and seat-back trays bore the burden of free booze
On domestic flights. Orange was a drink,
and Homeland was Heimat </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plasticlanguage.blogspot.com/feeds/89245051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263916&amp;postID=89245051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263916/posts/default/89245051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263916/posts/default/89245051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plasticlanguage.blogspot.com/2003/02/and-yes-im-transiting-old-plastic.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr. Greenbaum</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263916.post-89243680</id><published>2003-02-17T10:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-17T10:49:36.920-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The question of curriculum: as I see it, I am a cook, and my job is to prepare a feast from which none go home hungry out of either revulsion, boredom, or want.So, I punch things up.  I''m turning my classroom into a college seminar.  Writing and reading and etymology, oh my.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plasticlanguage.blogspot.com/feeds/89243680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263916&amp;postID=89243680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263916/posts/default/89243680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263916/posts/default/89243680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plasticlanguage.blogspot.com/2003/02/question-of-curriculum-as-i-see-it-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr. Greenbaum</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263916.post-89243461</id><published>2003-02-17T10:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-17T10:45:15.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ersatz epithets - suitably censored and diligently prepared for use in the classroom:

holy bajoly
munking dunkits
crazy as a Bactrian Camel
"Stiff knees, slack jaw.  Please reverse."
"Whan that Aprille with his shoures soote"
"You Posadist left-deviationist!"
"Two mountains shall never meet, Miss Pena."
"Thank you, Leo!"
"Cheerily Hittite!"


</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plasticlanguage.blogspot.com/feeds/89243461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263916&amp;postID=89243461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263916/posts/default/89243461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263916/posts/default/89243461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plasticlanguage.blogspot.com/2003/02/ersatz-epithets-suitably-censored-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr. Greenbaum</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263916.post-89243186</id><published>2003-02-17T10:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-17T10:38:11.580-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Well, Mr. Greenbaum, your difficulties are primarily in the realm of curriculum - you must realize that students today simply are not on the same level as you were when you attended school."</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plasticlanguage.blogspot.com/feeds/89243186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263916&amp;postID=89243186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263916/posts/default/89243186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263916/posts/default/89243186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plasticlanguage.blogspot.com/2003/02/well-mr.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr. Greenbaum</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263916.post-81241775</id><published>2002-09-06T12:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-02-17T10:27:38.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>L'Shanah Tovah!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plasticlanguage.blogspot.com/feeds/81241775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263916&amp;postID=81241775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263916/posts/default/81241775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263916/posts/default/81241775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plasticlanguage.blogspot.com/2002/09/lshanah-tovah.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr. Greenbaum</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263916.post-80525566</id><published>2002-08-21T11:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-08-21T11:46:48.310-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Actually, over the last couple of months, I've realized how forced and inane my intermittent contributions to this web-log have been.  Time for an indefinite hiatus.  This link will remain active, but I can't predict when I will start posting to this log again.  Spending more time thinking up witty graphic design for the banner than on the posting should have clued me in months ago.  Time to go </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plasticlanguage.blogspot.com/feeds/80525566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263916&amp;postID=80525566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263916/posts/default/80525566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263916/posts/default/80525566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plasticlanguage.blogspot.com/2002/08/actually-over-last-couple-of-months.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr. Greenbaum</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263916.post-79935325</id><published>2002-08-07T09:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-08-08T10:59:09.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Pithy, like lab-slaughtered rats' skullsI am horribly dismayed.Let me restate that.  That disgusts me.  That the bureaucratic application of a label to a human being and legal citizen of the United States of America - an arbitrary marker of "enemy combatant" - is sufficient to convert a legal person into rightless chattel for processing in an administrative-bureaucratic machine, is an outrage and</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plasticlanguage.blogspot.com/feeds/79935325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263916&amp;postID=79935325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263916/posts/default/79935325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263916/posts/default/79935325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plasticlanguage.blogspot.com/2002/08/pithy-like-lab-slaughtered-rats.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr. Greenbaum</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263916.post-79343271</id><published>2002-07-24T08:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-07-24T08:10:42.353-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>And eighteen days againLittle ol' Dovidl, looking for thing to make him go and post to his weblog, yep, dot's me.  Yessirree.  I say nothing about the situation in Israel, nor will I say anything about the current meltdown in the world's financial markets (except to say that the dollar bet that I had with my friend Howard from way back in the spring of '99 - looks I will be winning that bet - and</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plasticlanguage.blogspot.com/feeds/79343271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263916&amp;postID=79343271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263916/posts/default/79343271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263916/posts/default/79343271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plasticlanguage.blogspot.com/2002/07/and-eighteen-days-againlittle-ol.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr. Greenbaum</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263916.post-78619796</id><published>2002-07-06T12:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-07-18T09:29:39.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yeah, it's been a monthlet me tide you over with a little story...DodgeballImagine an two-story octogonal school, laid out around a 
gymnasium/auditorium. Around the wall-height rim of octogonal gym, a balconied walkway rings the inside of the second story.  Off this walkway are the doors to twelve classrooms and two bathrooms.  At ground level, the asbestos-tiled concrete pavement is bounded by</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plasticlanguage.blogspot.com/feeds/78619796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263916&amp;postID=78619796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263916/posts/default/78619796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263916/posts/default/78619796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plasticlanguage.blogspot.com/2002/07/yeah-its-been-monthlet-me-tide-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr. Greenbaum</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263916.post-77438477</id><published>2002-06-06T19:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-06-09T09:11:23.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Top hats and tin badgesIf this evening's news reports are right, the President is about to call for a very large reorganization of government.  In the newest scheme, disparate agencies - Lawrence Livermore Labs, the Coast Guard, FEMA, the Secret Service, INF, Border Service, et cetera - are going to ripped from their cabinet departments of origin, and placed under the direction of a new </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plasticlanguage.blogspot.com/feeds/77438477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263916&amp;postID=77438477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263916/posts/default/77438477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263916/posts/default/77438477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plasticlanguage.blogspot.com/2002/06/top-hats-and-tin-badgesif-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr. Greenbaum</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263916.post-77225000</id><published>2002-06-01T14:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-06-01T14:26:14.406-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Spiderman!  The operative phrase would be a flabbergasted "Wow!"</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plasticlanguage.blogspot.com/feeds/77225000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263916&amp;postID=77225000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263916/posts/default/77225000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263916/posts/default/77225000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plasticlanguage.blogspot.com/2002/06/spiderman-operative-phrase-would-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr. Greenbaum</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263916.post-76854346</id><published>2002-05-22T16:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-05-22T16:50:29.786-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've been really busy.  I hope the Indian subcontinent doesn't go up in a gout of nuclear flame.  More tonight.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plasticlanguage.blogspot.com/feeds/76854346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263916&amp;postID=76854346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263916/posts/default/76854346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263916/posts/default/76854346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plasticlanguage.blogspot.com/2002/05/ive-been-really-busy.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr. Greenbaum</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263916.post-76782108</id><published>2002-05-20T22:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-05-21T13:22:33.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Stephen Jay Gould - 1942-2002 - R.I.P.Wow.  I'd say that Orrin Judd has no sense of tact, but I believe that it would redundant - a lesser included charge under the felonyheading of Obnoxious Lunatic Moron.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plasticlanguage.blogspot.com/feeds/76782108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263916&amp;postID=76782108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263916/posts/default/76782108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263916/posts/default/76782108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plasticlanguage.blogspot.com/2002/05/stephen-jay-gould-1942-2002-r.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr. Greenbaum</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263916.post-76669582</id><published>2002-05-17T15:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-05-17T15:51:13.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Seven AM Cultural Revolution of dissipated exhaustion after the 3 am violent overthrow of the consciousnessI am dying here.  Eighty thousand degrees and enough humidity to chafe a camel.  How much is the Ocean View worth again?Update: worth every penny.  On the mainland, they're starch-steam pressing the trees.  Armpit-Sweatman, the Funk Fairy, and Heatstinkboy bestow their aesthetic and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plasticlanguage.blogspot.com/feeds/76669582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263916&amp;postID=76669582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263916/posts/default/76669582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263916/posts/default/76669582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plasticlanguage.blogspot.com/2002/05/seven-am-cultural-revolution-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr. Greenbaum</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263916.post-76633405</id><published>2002-05-16T17:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-05-16T17:04:14.360-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Autophagous thanateidololatriaIt's a good phrase.  Pompous.  Rich in authority - it suggests deep wisdom, 'cuz its cobbled together from Greek roots.  It means 'self-consuming death worship".</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plasticlanguage.blogspot.com/feeds/76633405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263916&amp;postID=76633405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263916/posts/default/76633405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263916/posts/default/76633405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plasticlanguage.blogspot.com/2002/05/autophagous-thanateidololatriaits-good.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr. Greenbaum</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263916.post-76625976</id><published>2002-05-16T13:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-05-16T16:45:05.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Now is the Later, and Leon Wieseltier has done the more for meSince the Netanya suicide bombing on the night of the first Pesach Seder, I and a lot of other American Jews contracted a fit of the vapors. Mr. Wieseltier, in a piece on the New Republic website, expresses perfectly - excellently pitched - a critique of the self-indulgent qualities of the public panic:The savagery of the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plasticlanguage.blogspot.com/feeds/76625976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263916&amp;postID=76625976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263916/posts/default/76625976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263916/posts/default/76625976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plasticlanguage.blogspot.com/2002/05/now-is-later-and-leon-wieseltier-has.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr. Greenbaum</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263916.post-76346441</id><published>2002-05-09T11:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-05-09T11:46:29.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm a big horned toad, and blood's jes' shootin' from my eye!More on this piece by Ron Rosenbaum later.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plasticlanguage.blogspot.com/feeds/76346441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263916&amp;postID=76346441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263916/posts/default/76346441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263916/posts/default/76346441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plasticlanguage.blogspot.com/2002/05/im-big-horned-toad-and-bloods-jes.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr. Greenbaum</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263916.post-76332176</id><published>2002-05-09T00:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-05-09T01:04:36.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>God is dead, and boy is he pissedCrub.  So, I had this spectacularly good day, all chock full of physical exercise, personal creativity, and concrete accomplishment, and just when I was about to sacrifice in thangsgiving a pair of rock doves (they're nesting on the porch lamp and crapping on the welcome mat - I must remove their nest and shoo them off) Avram Grumer posted this interesting entry </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plasticlanguage.blogspot.com/feeds/76332176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263916&amp;postID=76332176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263916/posts/default/76332176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263916/posts/default/76332176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plasticlanguage.blogspot.com/2002/05/god-is-dead-and-boy-is-he-pissedcrub.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr. Greenbaum</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263916.post-76203336</id><published>2002-05-05T22:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-05-05T23:02:10.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Crap.  It was too good to be true.I was planning to post an essay on food and familiarity here - which will come later, and it will be full of cholent-y goodness.  I was also going to hold to a self-imposed ban on discussion of the situation in .. . yeah.  Well.So one of the things that surprised me in the aftermath to the kamikaze hijackings was the emergence of Chris Hitchens as someone whose </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plasticlanguage.blogspot.com/feeds/76203336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263916&amp;postID=76203336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263916/posts/default/76203336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263916/posts/default/76203336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plasticlanguage.blogspot.com/2002/05/crap.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr. Greenbaum</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263916.post-75955218</id><published>2002-04-29T04:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-05-05T19:53:36.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Should I blame it on irritable indigestion?This blogging thing is hard.  They expect you to be reasoned and responsible and logical and everything here.  Rightfully, Patrick Nielsen Hayden brings me up short.That seems like a tremendous amount to dump on Ginger Stampley's head... I don't see where you get off accusing Ginger of any kind of "high horse."  Nor am I clear on what you mean to imply </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plasticlanguage.blogspot.com/feeds/75955218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263916&amp;postID=75955218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263916/posts/default/75955218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263916/posts/default/75955218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plasticlanguage.blogspot.com/2002/04/should-i-blame-it-on-irritable.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr. Greenbaum</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263916.post-75915459</id><published>2002-04-28T00:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-04-28T00:48:43.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Why Ginger Stampley and the host of other liberal well-meaning commentators and observers on the Middle Eastern conflict completely miss the point when they wield their friendly, objective reasonableness..I posted this to rec.arts.sf.fandom at the end of October.  It states my objection to Ginger Stampley's viewpoint....  Some quotes:One of the problems that must be addressed in the comflict is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plasticlanguage.blogspot.com/feeds/75915459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263916&amp;postID=75915459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263916/posts/default/75915459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263916/posts/default/75915459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plasticlanguage.blogspot.com/2002/04/why-ginger-stampley-and-host-of-other.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr. Greenbaum</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263916.post-75768798</id><published>2002-04-24T10:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-04-24T10:46:20.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Michael MorgensternFascinating graphic and conceptual artist, doing integrative composition and collage in Photoshop.  He is very good, having done illustrations for books, the New Yorker, et cetera.Also a gentleman and an exhausted new parent.  His wife is from my grandmother's hometown.  Buy his stuff.  Buy.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plasticlanguage.blogspot.com/feeds/75768798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263916&amp;postID=75768798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263916/posts/default/75768798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263916/posts/default/75768798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plasticlanguage.blogspot.com/2002/04/michael-morgensternfascinating-graphic.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr. Greenbaum</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263916.post-75739258</id><published>2002-04-23T16:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-04-23T17:52:14.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Twelve days a'countin'I don't think I ought to comment on the news story about the advice the Berlin police administration gave to Jews considering a stroll through the Paris on the Spree.  You know, the one where they say that outward signifiers of Jewish faith, like yarmulkes, striemels, long black gabardine coats, beards, et cetera, are very certainly poor fashion sense, and possibly </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plasticlanguage.blogspot.com/feeds/75739258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263916&amp;postID=75739258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263916/posts/default/75739258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263916/posts/default/75739258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plasticlanguage.blogspot.com/2002/04/twelve-days-acountini-dont-think-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr. Greenbaum</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263916.post-75302142</id><published>2002-04-11T18:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-04-12T00:28:24.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A placeholder for bemused ragecomments from the "warblogger watch?"Inquiry?  I am a warblogger?  I dislike the term.  A lot, actually, because it presumes that the people who work at their online daily hyperlinked journals are militarist warmongers throttling freiheit and demokratie through the pounding on the keyboards - that the expression of opinion is somehow warlike.I dislike "blog" even </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plasticlanguage.blogspot.com/feeds/75302142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263916&amp;postID=75302142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263916/posts/default/75302142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263916/posts/default/75302142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plasticlanguage.blogspot.com/2002/04/placeholder-for-bemused-ragecomments.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr. Greenbaum</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263916.post-75190924</id><published>2002-04-08T23:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-04-09T01:51:56.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Eyekicking style toward clarity and graceJust when you've gotten used to James Lileks' addictable daily product, ignoring the medium for the message in the daily inquiry to the state of the Gnat - he offers up gems like the following:Had a horrible thought today: how long until Al-Aqsa sends pregnant women to commit suicide bombings? There’s certainly nothing in their moral construct that would </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plasticlanguage.blogspot.com/feeds/75190924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263916&amp;postID=75190924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263916/posts/default/75190924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263916/posts/default/75190924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plasticlanguage.blogspot.com/2002/04/eyekicking-style-toward-clarity-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr. Greenbaum</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263916.post-75086971</id><published>2002-04-05T17:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-04-05T17:12:33.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Joseph Aaron has some interesting comments.I apologize for my terse lack of elegance.  I really don't have very much to say right now.  I mean, I do have a great deal to say, but I don't quite know how to say it without bursting a few seams.Example One:1) I could make a few comments about Adam Shapiro.  I know that Gary Farber has, and a bunch of other web-loggers have done the same.I disagree </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plasticlanguage.blogspot.com/feeds/75086971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263916&amp;postID=75086971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263916/posts/default/75086971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263916/posts/default/75086971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plasticlanguage.blogspot.com/2002/04/joseph-aaron-has-some-interesting.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr. Greenbaum</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263916.post-75084321</id><published>2002-04-05T15:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-04-05T15:46:20.120-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Irena Z. is back from Jerusalem tonight.  She interviewed Avigdor Lieberman and other leaders of the Yisroel Beiteinu party, and ate pastries bought from a coffee-deli-bakery in Jerusalem hours before it was bombed last week - before the Pesach massacre.  She said some interesting things about what's going on, which I will post later.She edits Vecherniy NY, an American Russian language newspaper </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plasticlanguage.blogspot.com/feeds/75084321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263916&amp;postID=75084321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263916/posts/default/75084321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263916/posts/default/75084321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plasticlanguage.blogspot.com/2002/04/irena-z.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr. Greenbaum</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263916.post-11327076</id><published>2002-03-31T21:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-03-31T21:41:08.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A weekIt's been a week.  I thought about doing an April Fools' thing, but I like being mopey and Rhine-massacre-apocalyptic.As if I could post anything worthwhile.  As if anything I had to say at the moment would have any redeeming value.  It's been five days since the Seder massacre.  It's been three days since the beginning of the police-sweep action proper.  Time.  That is what I have been </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plasticlanguage.blogspot.com/feeds/11327076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263916&amp;postID=11327076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263916/posts/default/11327076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263916/posts/default/11327076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plasticlanguage.blogspot.com/2002/03/weekits-been-week.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr. Greenbaum</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263916.post-11088146</id><published>2002-03-25T00:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-03-25T01:01:28.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>PassoverIn years past, Pesach was a comfortable pitstop halfway through spring, a time of year when we gathered to re-enact ancient ritual, but mostly to eat macaroons, gefilte fish, matzoh, and complain about the constipation inflicted by the last.  This year, everything is different.Joshua Micah Marshall posted a couple of comments to his weblog here and here, about his aversion to the concept </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plasticlanguage.blogspot.com/feeds/11088146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263916&amp;postID=11088146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263916/posts/default/11088146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263916/posts/default/11088146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plasticlanguage.blogspot.com/2002/03/passoverin-years-past-pesach-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr. Greenbaum</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263916.post-10829487</id><published>2002-03-17T13:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-03-21T10:10:48.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Larson-B has collapsed.While this is the first time I've been able to post to Plastic Words in a week, it isn't the last.I lived for a year, last year, underneath Joe Sabia, the Cornell student who is the author of this turgid and nasty piece.  I never, ever saw him take somebody home at night.  But he did have his Campus Republicans on staff on Election Night - pounding beer and doing waves for </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plasticlanguage.blogspot.com/feeds/10829487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263916&amp;postID=10829487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263916/posts/default/10829487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263916/posts/default/10829487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plasticlanguage.blogspot.com/2002/03/larson-b-has-collapsed.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr. Greenbaum</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263916.post-10645707</id><published>2002-03-12T00:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-03-12T00:20:27.913-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Things look better?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plasticlanguage.blogspot.com/feeds/10645707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263916&amp;postID=10645707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263916/posts/default/10645707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263916/posts/default/10645707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plasticlanguage.blogspot.com/2002/03/things-look-better.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr. Greenbaum</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263916.post-10633353</id><published>2002-03-11T18:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-03-11T18:12:54.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What I posted to RASFF the day after the attack:
Path: oemcomputerNewsgroups: rec.arts.sf.fandomFrom: djg7@cornell.edu (David Joseph Greenbaum)Subject: Re: WTC DisasterOrganization: Cornell UniversityMessage-ID: &lt;9nof2u$11c_002@cit.cornell.edu&gt; References: &lt;1ezktjb.uear7hvmhxeaN%adaldan@nit.it.invalid&gt;  &lt;9nlilp$bc4$2@dent.deepthot.org&gt;     &lt;3B9F705D.D36D7769@mdx.ac.uk&gt;  &lt;3b9f9559.15063609@</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plasticlanguage.blogspot.com/feeds/10633353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263916&amp;postID=10633353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263916/posts/default/10633353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263916/posts/default/10633353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plasticlanguage.blogspot.com/2002/03/what-i-posted-to-rasff-day-after.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr. Greenbaum</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263916.post-10596714</id><published>2002-03-10T17:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-03-10T19:13:32.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The folly of living up to the stereotypeAfter a few ill-advised attempts to enter the current-events fray in blogdom (particularly my unilateral declaration of genocidal war on Glenn Reynolds for writing something dicky), I basically gave up on the idea of being a self-referential, interblog-linking uberpundit, shucking the crass world of the fray for snarky commentary in the discussion areas of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plasticlanguage.blogspot.com/feeds/10596714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263916&amp;postID=10596714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263916/posts/default/10596714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263916/posts/default/10596714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plasticlanguage.blogspot.com/2002/03/folly-of-living-up-to-stereotypeafter.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr. Greenbaum</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263916.post-10593266</id><published>2002-03-10T15:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-03-10T15:45:04.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Chinese Food System: a fearful tourist's fallible snapshotThe Buffet at the Beijing Marco Polo. Cadogan, Lonely Planet, Frommer’s, Fodor’s, and the relatively little known Beijing Walks all advised against eating fresh vegetables or cold foods in China.  Sometimes the reasons given were relatively simple – that the state of the art in kitchen hygiene in China is still rather low, and the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plasticlanguage.blogspot.com/feeds/10593266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263916&amp;postID=10593266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263916/posts/default/10593266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263916/posts/default/10593266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plasticlanguage.blogspot.com/2002/03/chinese-food-system-fearful-tourists.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr. Greenbaum</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263916.post-10557687</id><published>2002-03-09T09:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-03-09T21:34:13.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The nones of MarchZygmunt Bauman: one of the premier sociologists writing on issues of modernity, identity, and the revenge of ambivalenceThink about how modern Islamism is, in the context of the following quote:Narrating InhumanityDehumanizing definitions of the enemy are not new in human history and hardly a peculiar feature of the modern age.  They accompanied most wars - perhaps any war.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plasticlanguage.blogspot.com/feeds/10557687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263916&amp;postID=10557687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263916/posts/default/10557687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263916/posts/default/10557687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plasticlanguage.blogspot.com/2002/03/nones-of-marchzygmunt-bauman-one-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr. Greenbaum</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263916.post-10557597</id><published>2002-03-09T09:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-03-09T09:35:51.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Adding Chris Johnson (Midwest Conservative Journal) to my blog list, despite the fact that his politics sometimes set my teeth a grinding..</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plasticlanguage.blogspot.com/feeds/10557597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263916&amp;postID=10557597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263916/posts/default/10557597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263916/posts/default/10557597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plasticlanguage.blogspot.com/2002/03/adding-chris-johnson-midwest.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr. Greenbaum</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263916.post-10525179</id><published>2002-03-08T11:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-03-08T11:06:43.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>'Nother Beijing SonnetTop of the Town sits on East Chang'an StreetCapitalist people's palace of wealthMachers and scheibers in Mao's shadow meetRich, that no furtive sin impels them to stealth.Replacing poverty with massive goods glutsParty and businessmen practise their swingslearning the good western art of golf puttswhile bank accounts grow on commerce's wings.By Tian'an'men Square, this </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plasticlanguage.blogspot.com/feeds/10525179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263916&amp;postID=10525179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263916/posts/default/10525179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263916/posts/default/10525179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plasticlanguage.blogspot.com/2002/03/nother-beijing-sonnettop-of-town-sits.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr. Greenbaum</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263916.post-10455138</id><published>2002-03-06T12:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-03-06T12:36:03.286-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Just kill me now.  I'm done.  Stick a fork in me.  My juices run clear and hot.Why, I do ask, a million times over in the serenely quiet unmolested airport parking lot, is it that that crap begins at the legal-political border? (for a plane on an international flight is considered to be the territory of the destination power)  China works like heavily staffed clockwork.  Things are very clean.  A</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plasticlanguage.blogspot.com/feeds/10455138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263916&amp;postID=10455138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263916/posts/default/10455138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263916/posts/default/10455138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plasticlanguage.blogspot.com/2002/03/just-kill-me-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr. Greenbaum</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263916.post-10390061</id><published>2002-03-04T21:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-03-04T21:42:06.693-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Just like the Soviets and sundry Eastern Europeans of yore, the Chinese do not have a freely convertible currency, so I am burning the yuan that I bought on my last day, getting value for service here at the internet center of the Beijing international airport, instead of getting back half the dollars I paid for my wad of yuan. also, I bought a phone card, a bottle of real cheap Szechuan rice </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plasticlanguage.blogspot.com/feeds/10390061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263916&amp;postID=10390061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263916/posts/default/10390061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263916/posts/default/10390061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plasticlanguage.blogspot.com/2002/03/just-like-soviets-and-sundry-eastern.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr. Greenbaum</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263916.post-10322801</id><published>2002-03-03T01:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-03-03T01:27:54.073-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Am posting to Plastic Words from the China Post office on Jiangguo Men Jie, about a kilometer west of the Silk Alley (tourist trap!  tourist trap! what the hell, I bought a bunch of pretty shirts for twenty bucks.) and I have run smack dab into the famed Chinese government internet censorship.  I can't reach my email nor newsgroups, but oddly enough, I can update the blog.  How odd.  Well, China </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plasticlanguage.blogspot.com/feeds/10322801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263916&amp;postID=10322801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263916/posts/default/10322801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263916/posts/default/10322801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plasticlanguage.blogspot.com/2002/03/am-posting-to-plastic-words-from-china.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr. Greenbaum</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263916.post-10294811</id><published>2002-03-02T03:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-03-02T03:29:00.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The first of a cycle of sonnets describing my trip to Beijing Always already, the art of tea brewAs ceremony, celebration, art,Practise, joy, culture, good deep and true,From Japan articulated in part.Tea is Chinese, old like hills with man names-Tea Ceremony is modern, novel.In tourist shops deployed in timely framesTo send porcelain sold on foreign travel.By tailored ritual, lives are sped </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plasticlanguage.blogspot.com/feeds/10294811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263916&amp;postID=10294811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263916/posts/default/10294811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263916/posts/default/10294811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plasticlanguage.blogspot.com/2002/03/first-of-cycle-of-sonnets-describing.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr. Greenbaum</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263916.post-10258733</id><published>2002-03-01T05:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-03-01T05:33:57.946-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A short notification: I am now in Beijing, and shall be for the next five days.  Thanks for your forbearance.  I promise to post the completed essay on kosher butchery when I get back.  I shall also buy a laptop, for the next time I travel to Beijing.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plasticlanguage.blogspot.com/feeds/10258733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263916&amp;postID=10258733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263916/posts/default/10258733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263916/posts/default/10258733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plasticlanguage.blogspot.com/2002/03/short-notification-i-am-now-in-beijing.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr. Greenbaum</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263916.post-10058990</id><published>2002-02-24T00:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-02-24T01:16:00.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Gans mit GanefKosher goose is a rare and wonderful thing.  Alright, it is a fatty, gamey, rich, mouthwatering, tasty treat when basted with honey and rotisseried for hours and hours.  I want to sing a song to goose.  Ich habe den gans ganz gegessen. Caper, caper, caper. Capers are tasty too.  But not as tasty as goose, good, rich, roasted goose.  Thank you, Herr Bierig und Frau Schwartz!Serious </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plasticlanguage.blogspot.com/feeds/10058990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263916&amp;postID=10058990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263916/posts/default/10058990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263916/posts/default/10058990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plasticlanguage.blogspot.com/2002/02/gans-mit-ganefkosher-goose-is-rare-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr. Greenbaum</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263916.post-9980726</id><published>2002-02-21T19:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-02-22T11:51:08.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Daniel Pearl is dead.As reported on the Diane Rehm show, the scuttlebutt about the videotape of his murder is that his last words were, "I am a Jew, and my father was a Jew."Daniel Pearl is a martyr, to modernity and to God.May the merciful Father who dwells on high, in his infinite mercy, remember those saintly, upright and blameless souls, the holy communities who offered their lives for the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plasticlanguage.blogspot.com/feeds/9980726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263916&amp;postID=9980726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263916/posts/default/9980726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263916/posts/default/9980726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plasticlanguage.blogspot.com/2002/02/daniel-pearl-is-dead.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr. Greenbaum</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263916.post-9963486</id><published>2002-02-21T10:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-02-23T23:10:32.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What fatuous rat-bastard arrogant mocking crap!The thrice-god-damned BBC - of course.First they cover the Intifada in Israel with the loosest fitting figleafs of objectivity - one can see the lust expressed - then they shut down the shortwave broadcasts of their decent cultural fare to North America, so that the only stuff I get to listen to is their redolent barnyard news and public affairs </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plasticlanguage.blogspot.com/feeds/9963486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263916&amp;postID=9963486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263916/posts/default/9963486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263916/posts/default/9963486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plasticlanguage.blogspot.com/2002/02/what-fatuous-rat-bastard-arrogant.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr. Greenbaum</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263916.post-9951058</id><published>2002-02-21T00:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-02-21T01:14:02.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Voyagant en Chine... Cinq heures en queue pour un visa...Well, I know that they don't speak French in the People's Republic, but French is the language of diplomacy.  Traveling to China without a diplomatic passport means that one needs a visa, obtainable by mail or in person at a Chinese consulate or embassy.  So I went to New York on Tuesday to get my visa.Cheap Trip to China: an Anticipatory </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plasticlanguage.blogspot.com/feeds/9951058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263916&amp;postID=9951058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263916/posts/default/9951058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263916/posts/default/9951058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plasticlanguage.blogspot.com/2002/02/voyagant-en-chine.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr. Greenbaum</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263916.post-9943342</id><published>2002-02-20T20:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-02-20T20:37:49.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am sick of the palindrome.The World produced by PRI and the BBC, just broadcast a story about palindromic time, making it the sixth piece I've heard today on the marvelous bit-O-time occurring about 8:02pm this evening.To all of them, I say, social construction of reality and !booga-booga!That's enough of that.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plasticlanguage.blogspot.com/feeds/9943342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263916&amp;postID=9943342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263916/posts/default/9943342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263916/posts/default/9943342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plasticlanguage.blogspot.com/2002/02/i-am-sick-of-palindrome.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr. Greenbaum</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263916.post-9729321</id><published>2002-02-14T15:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-02-14T15:13:39.743-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Query - who's checking my blog from Cornell?  Just curious if it's an old friend.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plasticlanguage.blogspot.com/feeds/9729321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263916&amp;postID=9729321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263916/posts/default/9729321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263916/posts/default/9729321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plasticlanguage.blogspot.com/2002/02/query-whos-checking-my-blog-from.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr. Greenbaum</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263916.post-9596803</id><published>2002-02-11T00:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-02-13T22:58:40.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>There are many, many schools of historiography, and until recently – until the last fifteen years or so, none of them were concerned with relating the detailed life of individuals not at the center of great narratives.  There’s been a raft of brilliant work in biography and analysis about the famous.  But little or nothing about the humble, unless the story is didactic, and the subject an </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plasticlanguage.blogspot.com/feeds/9596803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263916&amp;postID=9596803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263916/posts/default/9596803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263916/posts/default/9596803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plasticlanguage.blogspot.com/2002/02/there-are-many-many-schools-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr. Greenbaum</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263916.post-9575347</id><published>2002-02-10T10:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-02-10T10:19:10.650-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Some comments coming up on the practise of alltägsgeschichte: the history of everyday life, through the ages.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plasticlanguage.blogspot.com/feeds/9575347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263916&amp;postID=9575347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263916/posts/default/9575347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263916/posts/default/9575347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plasticlanguage.blogspot.com/2002/02/some-comments-coming-up-on-practise-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr. Greenbaum</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263916.post-9540582</id><published>2002-02-09T00:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-02-09T00:39:38.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Nearly time for me to gay shlaufen - but I have a note from Robert Graves, regarding scoundrels of old, and their modern ersatz.  A little late but no worse for wear: Wigs and BeardsIn the bad old days a bewigged country squireWould never pay his debts, unless at cards;Shot, angled, urged his pack through standing grain,Horsewhipped his tenantry, snorted at the arts,Toped himself under the table </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plasticlanguage.blogspot.com/feeds/9540582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263916&amp;postID=9540582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263916/posts/default/9540582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263916/posts/default/9540582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plasticlanguage.blogspot.com/2002/02/nearly-time-for-me-to-gay-shlaufen-but.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr. Greenbaum</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263916.post-9519598</id><published>2002-02-08T11:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-02-08T11:46:05.600-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hey, Gary.  So, I ran a Nexis search on Kheimas Nimr and found nothing, and the only citations for "Palestinian &amp; hanging &amp; 1988" pulled up an April 3, 1988 AP story on a Palestinian electrocuting himself while hanging up a PLO flag from a utility pole. I think it's safe to say that no Kheimas Nimr was ever hanged by Israeli settlers.  I'll have further comments about the olive-branch-clad </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plasticlanguage.blogspot.com/feeds/9519598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263916&amp;postID=9519598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263916/posts/default/9519598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263916/posts/default/9519598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plasticlanguage.blogspot.com/2002/02/hey-gary.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr. Greenbaum</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263916.post-9507314</id><published>2002-02-08T01:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-02-08T01:39:22.336-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Uh, who bought off the blogger banner ad?  Inquiring correspondent wants to know.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plasticlanguage.blogspot.com/feeds/9507314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263916&amp;postID=9507314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263916/posts/default/9507314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263916/posts/default/9507314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plasticlanguage.blogspot.com/2002/02/uh-who-bought-off-blogger-banner-ad.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr. Greenbaum</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263916.post-9499101</id><published>2002-02-07T21:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-02-08T01:37:56.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>That Al-Qaeda training manualThey released it.  Yeah, it's agitprop.  Read it anyway.Martyrs were killed, women were widowed, children were orphaned, men were handcuffed, chaste women's heads were shaved, harlots' heads were crowned, atrocities were inflicted on the innocent, gifts were given to the wicked, virgins were raped on the prostitution alter...After the fall of our orthodox caliphates </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plasticlanguage.blogspot.com/feeds/9499101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263916&amp;postID=9499101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263916/posts/default/9499101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263916/posts/default/9499101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plasticlanguage.blogspot.com/2002/02/that-al-qaeda-training-manualthey.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr. Greenbaum</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263916.post-9470761</id><published>2002-02-07T03:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-02-07T03:38:10.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ah, yes.  Thank you, Gary. I still beat you to the subject by four hours.  No ZOG conspiracy to mock Wernie-Bernie Heisenbergalicious, nosireebob. Yeah, I'm up late.  I'm in pain.  Pain Pain Pain.  There's gotta be some way to cut off my body below the belly button so I can get some sleep. I hate back problems. Hate Hate Hate.  And the non-steroidal anti-inflammatory that doesn't beat the poop </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plasticlanguage.blogspot.com/feeds/9470761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263916&amp;postID=9470761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263916/posts/default/9470761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263916/posts/default/9470761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plasticlanguage.blogspot.com/2002/02/ah-yes.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr. Greenbaum</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263916.post-9465788</id><published>2002-02-06T23:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-02-07T00:29:41.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My instant outrage button gets very reliably pushed whenever the subject of Nazis come up.  In the interest of full disclosure, why, yes, I am a Jew, a yekke in fact.  My family fled from Hitler in '35, '39, and '40; both of my grandfathers were interned at Dachau for months after Reichskristallnacht.  But that's not what gets me roused right this second - it's always a fresh source of bilirubin </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plasticlanguage.blogspot.com/feeds/9465788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263916&amp;postID=9465788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263916/posts/default/9465788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263916/posts/default/9465788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plasticlanguage.blogspot.com/2002/02/my-instant-outrage-button-gets-very.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr. Greenbaum</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263916.post-9403955</id><published>2002-02-05T12:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-02-05T12:40:26.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>We, the righteous of the Duchy of Grand Fenwick, declare war to the knife on Glenn Reynolds: this odious, smarmy, bare-faced turd is the cause:READER DOUG LEVENE has this Enron-related observation: Forgive me for venting, but here it is: Leftists claim that they are for "people before profits." For Ford to save $10.00/car at the cost of one life/million cars/year is an unacceptable tradeoff. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plasticlanguage.blogspot.com/feeds/9403955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263916&amp;postID=9403955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263916/posts/default/9403955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263916/posts/default/9403955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plasticlanguage.blogspot.com/2002/02/we-righteous-of-duchy-of-grand-fenwick.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr. Greenbaum</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263916.post-9390716</id><published>2002-02-05T01:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-02-05T01:08:35.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Kenneth Lay is pulling a Judge Crater.

Good historical comparison time, via Google, Lexis-Nexis, and Proquest:  The tale of Equity Funding as described in this 1999 TheStreet article.
There's fraud, and then there's the Equity Funding scandal. 
The fraud at Equity Funding Corp. of America ranks as a landmark event in the history of cooking the books. In 1972, the seller of mutual funds and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plasticlanguage.blogspot.com/feeds/9390716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263916&amp;postID=9390716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263916/posts/default/9390716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263916/posts/default/9390716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plasticlanguage.blogspot.com/2002/02/kenneth-lay-is-pulling-judge-crater.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr. Greenbaum</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263916.post-9351665</id><published>2002-02-04T00:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-02-04T01:04:42.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I want to do an Enron dance - something with kicks and twirls, long gobs of blurted poesy and girlish chatter.

The Washington Post tells us that Special Report Reveals Secrets of Chewco  - a nice little article describing how two water-carriers lifted for Andrew Fastow for almost four years, parlaying a $130,000 investment into $10.5 million, compleat with $2 mil in operating fees.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plasticlanguage.blogspot.com/feeds/9351665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263916&amp;postID=9351665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263916/posts/default/9351665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263916/posts/default/9351665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plasticlanguage.blogspot.com/2002/02/i-want-to-do-enron-dance-something.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr. Greenbaum</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263916.post-9318137</id><published>2002-02-02T22:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-02-03T00:29:23.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Um.  Enron.
No - I'm waiting for my better thing to do on a Saturday night - why do you ask?

The New York Times offers an Enron triplet: 
1)  Influence Lost, Ex-Enron Chief Faces Congress
2)  Enron Panel Finds Inflated Profits and Few Controls
3)  Panel Finds Rush to Hide Losses and Enrich a Few
How to put this?
The senior management of Enron embiggened themselves on delicious, greasy </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plasticlanguage.blogspot.com/feeds/9318137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263916&amp;postID=9318137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263916/posts/default/9318137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263916/posts/default/9318137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plasticlanguage.blogspot.com/2002/02/um.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr. Greenbaum</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263916.post-9315448</id><published>2002-02-02T20:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-02-05T01:25:40.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Zu viel mehr yidlaches!

This really pisses me off.  Here's the situation: you're a Sephard, a Litvak, or a richtig echte yidl, (un)happily living under the customary boot of goyische oppression in European or Near Eastern golus.  Bang!  Pogroms, the Holocaust, the great expulsion of Middle Eastern Jewry from their homes - all of youse folks not killed or diverted to America go to Medinat </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plasticlanguage.blogspot.com/feeds/9315448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263916&amp;postID=9315448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263916/posts/default/9315448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263916/posts/default/9315448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plasticlanguage.blogspot.com/2002/02/zu-viel-mehr-yidlaches-this-really.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr. Greenbaum</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263916.post-9312772</id><published>2002-02-02T18:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-02-02T18:14:54.950-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Patrick Nielsen Hayden is alive!

</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plasticlanguage.blogspot.com/feeds/9312772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263916&amp;postID=9312772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263916/posts/default/9312772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263916/posts/default/9312772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plasticlanguage.blogspot.com/2002/02/patrick-nielsen-hayden-is-alive.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr. Greenbaum</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263916.post-9233512</id><published>2002-01-31T10:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-01-31T10:23:12.733-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>They're going to tango for debt relief!

That's right - anti-globalization protesters will sway and swoon the souls of the plutocrats by making fuzzy bunny paper-mâché dolls, singing old, hackneyed, and boring protest songs, and by dancing the tango at New York's Finest Riot Control, Inc.

It makes me sick.  It really does - heartsick, because there are, believe it or not, valid issues that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plasticlanguage.blogspot.com/feeds/9233512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263916&amp;postID=9233512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263916/posts/default/9233512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263916/posts/default/9233512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plasticlanguage.blogspot.com/2002/01/theyre-going-to-tango-for-debt-relief.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr. Greenbaum</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263916.post-9203134</id><published>2002-01-30T14:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-01-30T14:10:53.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This morning, I watched an middle-aged woman drive her Toyota SUV the length of my block to mail a letter in the corner mailbox.  My street is six houses long; running from the northwest to the southeast, it terminates at a creosoted wooden sea-wall nine feet tall.  The Atlantic Ocean is one hundred and fifty feet south of that wall.
I live on an island; nowhere does Absecon island rise higher </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plasticlanguage.blogspot.com/feeds/9203134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263916&amp;postID=9203134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263916/posts/default/9203134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263916/posts/default/9203134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plasticlanguage.blogspot.com/2002/01/this-morning-i-watched-middle-aged.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr. Greenbaum</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263916.post-9202819</id><published>2002-01-30T13:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-01-30T13:59:04.910-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It was disconcerting to go walking out on the beach this morning - a conjunction of sun-moon gravity, high-pressure, and I think a whirlpool Sargasso sea-monster sucked down the water level about two feet; the beach gained a lot more margin.  Of course, it could also have been this winter's heroically proportioned beach erosion.  But then, I live on the barrier islands of the Jersey shore, and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plasticlanguage.blogspot.com/feeds/9202819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263916&amp;postID=9202819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263916/posts/default/9202819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263916/posts/default/9202819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plasticlanguage.blogspot.com/2002/01/it-was-disconcerting-to-go-walking-out.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr. Greenbaum</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263916.post-8969458</id><published>2002-01-23T11:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-01-23T11:03:57.543-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>TNR Online | Bored of the Rings by Richard Jenkyns (print)

I have a fish-bone, or two, to pick with Senhor Jenkyns. He's right about so many things, and wrong about so many more.  More later.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plasticlanguage.blogspot.com/feeds/8969458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263916&amp;postID=8969458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263916/posts/default/8969458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263916/posts/default/8969458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plasticlanguage.blogspot.com/2002/01/tnr-online-bored-of-rings-by-richard.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr. Greenbaum</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263916.post-8907582</id><published>2002-01-21T15:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-01-21T15:24:03.963-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>World-Wide Curries

Oh, dear god, this is brilliant.  Now I only need the spices.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plasticlanguage.blogspot.com/feeds/8907582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263916&amp;postID=8907582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263916/posts/default/8907582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263916/posts/default/8907582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plasticlanguage.blogspot.com/2002/01/world-wide-curries-oh-dear-god-this-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr. Greenbaum</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263916.post-8863254</id><published>2002-01-20T01:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-01-20T01:58:34.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Just so Gary Farber doesn't faint from ignored despair, I blog him now.
Go visit Gary's amygdala, and revel in the link-filled ditso-blatso Internet-fantasyland that Gary so kindly maintains.

There's a comment I could make about the videos I watched in Jim Maas's* PSYCH 101 lecture, in which a cat had wires implanted in its tiny little table-spoon sized brain's amygdala.  The poor thing got </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plasticlanguage.blogspot.com/feeds/8863254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263916&amp;postID=8863254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263916/posts/default/8863254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263916/posts/default/8863254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plasticlanguage.blogspot.com/2002/01/just-so-gary-farber-doesnt-faint-from.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr. Greenbaum</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263916.post-8694796</id><published>2002-01-14T19:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-01-14T19:15:47.273-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>
Taliban and Al-Qaeda prisoners do not merit protection as POW's under the 
Third Geneva Convention on the Treatment of Prisoners of War.

I've been looking for the strict US statement on how it viewed the 
Taliban; it seems that in all statements regarding the Taliban, the US 
government has jumped through hoops to avoid recognizing them as 
sovereign, in any rhetorical way.  Bush's </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plasticlanguage.blogspot.com/feeds/8694796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263916&amp;postID=8694796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263916/posts/default/8694796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263916/posts/default/8694796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plasticlanguage.blogspot.com/2002/01/taliban-and-al-qaeda-prisoners-do-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr. Greenbaum</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263916.post-8546634</id><published>2002-01-09T15:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-01-09T15:55:17.210-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Economic Simulations

I found this neat game last year when I was down with double-barrel pneumonia - I wasted a goodly number of hours on the shareware version, and I decided to upgrade last fall, to see the full extent of the simulation.  It's the best computerized stock market game I've ever seen.  There are random events, stock prices very by corporate returns, and the whole thing, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plasticlanguage.blogspot.com/feeds/8546634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263916&amp;postID=8546634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263916/posts/default/8546634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263916/posts/default/8546634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plasticlanguage.blogspot.com/2002/01/economic-simulations-i-found-this-neat.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr. Greenbaum</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263916.post-8398415</id><published>2002-01-04T03:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-01-04T03:06:51.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Great American Umbrage Machine

Some months ago on Usenet, Patrick Nielsen Hayden, Kevin Maroney, Martin Wisse, and I discussed an article by Jonathan Rauch in the April 2001 edition of the New Republic.  (Go a-googling an' if ye wish for the thread, Usenet is like blog-space, but faster).  Rauch was writing about the ubiquity and power of the 'unwritten rules': the net set of uncodified </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plasticlanguage.blogspot.com/feeds/8398415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263916&amp;postID=8398415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263916/posts/default/8398415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263916/posts/default/8398415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plasticlanguage.blogspot.com/2002/01/great-american-umbrage-machine-some.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr. Greenbaum</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263916.post-8336195</id><published>2002-01-02T00:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-01-02T00:56:59.413-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I named this - my new log - after a clever little book of the same name by Uwe Pörksen, published by Penn State Press.  The book was given to me by a good friend (the copy editor who vetted the English translation) because of my interest in the Taylorization and subversion of language.  At the time, I was translating into English LTI: Notizbuch eines Philologen (Lingua Tertii Imperii: the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plasticlanguage.blogspot.com/feeds/8336195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3263916&amp;postID=8336195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263916/posts/default/8336195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263916/posts/default/8336195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plasticlanguage.blogspot.com/2002/01/i-named-this-my-new-log-after-clever.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr. Greenbaum</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
