The very definition of ambivalence

What? Is it wrong for me to experience a frisson of satisfaction?

This spoof video is apparently making the rounds in email. Unfortunately, the email it’s making the rounds attached to falsely “accuses” Volkswagon of making the “ad.” VW did not make or authorize the “ad.”

OTOH, I might even be more kindly disposed toward VW if the “ad” had originated from them. it depicts a splodydope (read: “suicide bomber”) doing his thing in a VW Polo he’s parked outside a sidewalk cafe.

There’s a flash of light inside the car–an apparent explosion–that is completely contained by the VW Polo, then the Polo tagline: “Polo. Small but tough.”

OK, here’s my ambivalence. Sure, it’s “tasteless.” It trivializes the acts of splodydopes who have wreaked havoc with so many lives. OTOH, it trivializes and ridicules splodydopes as… doofuses, first-class dummies,. And it does introduce the idea of splodydopes removing their defective genetic material from the gene pool without collateral damage to others.

Ambivalence…

On balance, maybe (but just maybe) the spoof ad is not fit for general consumption. But oh! if only the VW Polo were

1.) really that tough and
2.) the best-selling car among splodydopes…

(Thx, Whizbang, for the info.)

45 Million Victims of Violence

Where’s the outrage on the left?

I made an altogether too-obtuse reference yesterday to the 32nd anniversary of the Roe v. Wade-induced murders of 45 million innocent lives and the indifference of the LLMB, and indeed nearly all who claim they are liberal (but who are, instead, the most illiberal sort of all) to the murder of innocents, all the while whining about the cleansing of society by the removal of convicted murderers.

Let me just point out the absolute logic of such a stance. Were such vile persons to NOT protest capital punishment, I would be surprised. After all, as aiders and abbetors in the murder of 45 million innocent lives (and in many cases, active participants in those murders), they protest the death penalty for murder in their own self-interest. Were human life truly valued to the extent that extreme sanction were applied to willful murder universally in our society, then their position that the willful murder of innicent babies might come under sharper scrutiny.

And that’s where the outrage over 45 million victims of violence went for the left… It disappeared into the voracious maw of their selfish worship… of themselves..

A Question of Balance

You’ll never know the answers unless you ask the questions

Michael Levin comments here in answer to the question, “Is it ever right to torture someone?”

Here is just one of the provocative answers he got:

“Here are the results of an informal poll about a third, hypothetical, case. Suppose a terrorist group kidnapped a newborn baby from a hospital. I asked four mothers if they would approve of torturing kidnappers if that were necessary to get their own newborns back. All said yes, the most “liberal” adding that she would like to administer it herself.”

You’d have to wonder what kind of mother would come up with a different answer… Of course, in a society where “mothers–in–waiting” kill their unborn babies, and their co-belligerants in the war against civilization rail against the execution of convicted murderers, there might be some “mothers” who would answer differently.

Just read Levin’s whole argument in “The Case for Torture”. (ht Instapundit for the link to Stalking the Wild Taboo, whence came the link to Levin’s article.)

The Joys of Being a Tightwad

I had a wee moment of joy this a.m. when I started a load of clothes.

A little background. I am a tightwad. I enjoy good food, nice clothes, a comfortable life. My standard of living is probably several steps above our income level, though, because I am a tightwad. I want my good food, nice clothes, etc., at a much lower cost than society in general seems to be satisfied paying, and so I make it so by various means.

That’s being a tightwad. I am not a miser, I spend freely, just always with an eye to the biggest bang for my buck. That doesn’t mean “settling for” lower quality in anything that I deem a “quality of life” purchase.

I recycle. No, not send stuff off for others to recycle. Example: I was watching a DVD of an old Bob Hope/Bing Crosby movie the other day. While doing so, I was sitting on the floor with my grandfather’s mini-anvil (made, appropriately enough, from a scrap of railroad steel :-), straightening nails taken from a bunch of lumber scraps discarded from a neighbor’s demolition project.

Pure pleasure. Recycling used nails (which I could have purchased for pennies… pennies I now have for other things) while watching an old movie. At the end, a slightly sore wrist from wielding a 2# machinist’s hammer (some of the nails were concrete nails), a bag of mixed nails I can use in projects recycling the discarded lumber scraps and a sense of satisfaction that I had not wasted the time enjoying the movie by simply slumping on the couch.

That’s being a tightwad.

And then there was the tightwad’s joy I experienced this a.m. when I started a load of clothes. Because I use a laundry soap that is rather special, it has a higher price per purchase than equivalent volumes of store brand laundry detergents. Not to worry. It’s per use cost at the manufacturer’s recommended usage is lower than store brand detergents. But being the tightwad that I am, by experimentation I have discovered that in our machine and with our water, we can get our clothes clean using half the recommended amounts. And its more effective formulation allows us to wash almost all our washloads on the washer’s “delicate” setting, which uses less energy, is less wearing on the machine, is less wearing on the clothes themselves, etc.

Now, do you understand my smile when I do laundry? I get to have clean clothes, clothes that will last longer because of less stressful washings, using a less expensive (per use) cleaning agent, all the while lessening wear and tear on an expensive appliance and using less electricity to boot.

A tightwad’s joy. All from making the choice to use one product that is more expensive per unit amount, while keeping an eye on the total picture regarding that price. Cost in many ways is less. For an end resut of a higher quality of life. (Now you know why I have virtually taken over doing laundry: it’s a pleasure. A lil grin each time I do it. 🙂

And so it goes. A bread machine, you say? What an extravagance! Well, consider just the cost of buying pizza versus making your own. In just that one example, one can save enough in a year to buy two bread machines…

Being a tightwad is such a joy.

Spreading the light of tightwaddery…

🙂

Quick Quip

Those Linux Guys’re a Hoot

Had a notice this a.m. of a response to a post I made on a Gmail/Opera discussion thread.

” Free software to fix windows SP2 problems”

Har. Har. (Just CLICK it for the laugh.)

(Yeh, and I have a Mandrake box semi-running downstairs. That’s gonna change. I’ll put one—a different one—upstairs, soon. Maybe.)

Hitting on Lileks

Hear him Bleat, “My bandwidth, my bandwidth!”

James Lileks does it* daily, Monday through Friday, as well as maintaining his columns, writing such wondrous works as “Interior Desecrations” (a look at ’70s interior “design”) and caring for his daughter, Gnat.

A sample from The Bleat:

“Hewitt has been asking for suggestions to revitalize CBS news and bring in the younger demographic. I have a simple solution: animate it. Give it over to Kent Brockman, the Simpsons anchor. Have Alf Clausen score a new parody network news them [sic]. Upside: since it takes six months to animate an episode, any attempts by the news division to push a particular agenda will be someone [somewhat?] blunted. Or give it over to Space Ghost: three shots, endlessly repeated, with deadpan Zorak reaction shots…”

I’d be inclined to watch the Space Ghost remake of CBS “News,” otherwise, I’ll just continue to boycott everything CBS: news, local, everything.

*Yeh, yeh, so what is “it”? “It” is insightful snark, amusing commentary, griping about his popularity (“I have to increase my bandwidth!” or some such), post touching and amusing vignettes about daily life, etc. Just bang away at his bandwidth for a while and you’ll agree: Lileks is a daily “must check.”

Opera fanblog

Simply the best browsing experience…

http://my.opera.com/mnmus/journal

Yeh, I do use Firefox to post here, but that’s darned near the only thing I use Firefox for.

Opera is really that much better for most web browsing. Firefox is still too clunky and uncustomizable for me. (Now, if customizing Firefox disn’t DEMAND a new plugin for every damned [BTW, not “profane” just a comment upon the curséd lameness of Mozilla software developers –heh] itty bitty thing I wanted to change/add and if I could move the curséd tabs to the bottom of my screen and if I could open a new tab as easily as in Opera, and… etc. )

But even Opera needs help, sometimes. And that’s another thing I like about it. Microsoft is useless in supporting Internet Exploder. Mozilla “support” is a mess. The Opera support site is rich with discussion groups, techies, external links, etc. Nice place.

And then they offered me another (free) place to bloviate.

What great folks!

🙂

“Cogito ergo sum”

Speaking of which, what’s taking them so long to organize the State Funeral for WJC? Can’t locate enough blue dresses for the pallbearers?

For some reason I was reminded today of the fiasco surrounding Rene Descartes’ funeral.

First, there was the manner of his death. He should have known better. Sitting in a Parisian coffee house. The waiter came by and asked him if Descartes wanted a fresh cup. Descartes replied, “I think not” and immediately… was not.

But the funeral procession for this famous mathematician/philosopher… Oh. My. Heavens. What a fiasco. As the horse-drawn hearse proceeded down the narrow streets of Paris, some juvenile merrymakers thought it fun to spook the horse by throwing stones at it. The horse took off, running wildly, the hearse careening through the narrow streets until finally, on a sharp turn, it jacknifed and the horse went down in front of the hearse, the coffin went flying off, skidding and bumping on down the cobblestone streets… and Descartes’ body came tumbling out to roll, finally to a stop some yards beyond the knackered horse, the broken hearse and the smashed coffin.

Yes, the worst case of getting Descartes before the hearse known to this day.

Just regular ole chili

Easy

Disclaimer: I never make chili the same way twice. I never measure ingredients or use exactly the same ingredients, either. The following is a general guideline to the chili my family eats on a regular basis. Keep ion mind also that I’m a lazy cook, willing to take all kindsa shortcuts, as long as the end product tastes good, is filling and nutritious, in pretty much that order. Presentation counts in tenths of a point on a hundred point scale. It’s all about the substance with just a tad of “sizzle.”

Ingredients:

Beef. Best: leftover roast or any easily “shreddable” beef, already cooked. Second best: a “chili-grind” of beef.

Beans. Yeh, I know some so-called “purists” insist chili ought not have any beans, but they’re just blowing smoke. Pinto beans preferreed. Best: leftovers from a night of conrbread and beans, that is, pinto beans and hamhock. Second best: soak and cook some beans for this chili. Make do: open a can (or two or three, depending on your taste and amount of chili you’re making) of pinto beans. Black beans are good, too, but I’d never make black beans up for beans and cornbread, so…

Onion, garlic. In amounts you find work for you.

Some kind of tomato—not canned paste. Whatever tomato you have on hand. Fresh & chopped, canned salsa, Rotel tomatoes and green peppers, and even leftover spaghetti sauce all work. To taste, naturally. 🙂

Spices:

Chili sauce: Best chili sauce “base” is the enchilada sauce found here. Use it in an amount that works for you (this might oughta be called “experimental chili.” Ask your subjects how it works. 🙂 Next best: however many handsful of packaged chili powder work for you.

Whatever you use for a chili sauce base, you need to add cumin. Best: take cumin seed and powder a bunch up in your coffee grinder. Next best: a few handsful of pre-ground cumin powder.

Assemble your chili and let it cook a while (how long? As long as it takes to taste right to you. Leftover chili is best, so make lots.)

Olive oil at medium heat in cast iron skillet or pot. (Heat the skillet first, then add the oil.) Dump in the chopped onion (yeh, I didn’t say to chop it, but do I really need to hold your hand?) and just clarify the onion before adding the minced garlic—as much as you like. Feel free. Imagine it’s “Italian chili” if you want.

Add the beef (pre-brown any that’s not already cooked before starting this, but remember: leftovers make the best chili). Add the chili sauce ingredients. Finally, add whatever tomatoes and beans you have.

I sometimes add just a dash of “chinese five-spice” or whatever else strikes my fancy, but I don’t tell folks until after they’ve stuffed their faces with chili for a while.

Serve it any way you want. Here are a couple of options:

  • In a bowl, plain. (Nah.)

  • Weird: in a bowl with a splash of vinegar (your choice, but I like Balsamic when I go this weird) and soda crackers.

  • On corn chips, add freshly chopped onion, tomatoes and lettuce, top with some kinda cheese and sour cream, sliced olives, and maybe even the kitchen sink. (BTW, make your own corn chips. They just taste better. See below.) If you like to add peppers, feel free. Jalapeños are the classic choice, but feel free to try seranos, habañeros or whatever suits you. I like ’em all. (Well, maybe not all at one time. Then again, mabeso… )

  • Leftover chili wrapped in a soft taco, add some cheese & Whatever® makes a decent Quick Eats. Zap it, of course. (Liberally add habañero sauce? Of course!)

The possibilities are virtually endless (although I doubt chili ice cream will fly with my family).

Just off the top of my head, that’s about it. Again, you need ingredient amounts, fugettaboutit.

Oh, corn chips. Take some regular soft corn tortillas. Tear ’em in half. Broil/bak ’em til crisp. I use a lil convection oven on broil for about 20 minutes to make a small batch. They taste much more like corn and much less like oil. Perfectly fine for most dips. Better-tasting than the greasy junk in sky-high-priced bags.