Theodicius
Good. Evil. Bratwurst.

At my father-in-law’s for his 90th birthday bash, but with my left hand rendered inoperable by my table saw and my right side impaired by a strained neck muscle, I got to feeling mighty useless. And that, in turn got me thinking in general about the question of the value of a man.

I’m not sure when it started, but here in the US we’ve fallen hook, line and sinker for the old utilitarian definition of value. Your worth is what you do. A person’s value is directly related to what they do and have done.

Don’t believe me? Try this sinmple test: Ask anyone what they do (ask yourself, even). It’s nearly certain the response will be phrased “I *am* a(n) blank” with the blank replaced by the name of an occupation. In other words, they are defining themselves by their occupation. (more…)

The fact spammers are so clueless makes keeping them at bay so much easier than it could be. The latest rush informed me that my site was so cognitive that I was going to have a great future.

Thanks, guys. And I hope you have one, too. The secret is to bang the rocks together.

Oh, and my name’s not Jane.