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9Aug/121

BibleName’s Blog

 

This last weekend, I once again trekked across the barren wastelands between my home and Omaha, Nebraska to attend the Midwest Freethought Conference.  As usual, the conference was at turns entertaining and informative and I very much enjoyed the opportunity to hang out with a bunch of really amazing individuals I remember from conferences past as well as making the acquaintance of a bunch more really amazing individuals for the first time.  One such individual was a man I chatted with after the conference had wrapped up on Saturday when a small sub-section of conference attendees, myself included, chose to return to the hotel lobby after dinner rather than attend the scheduled bar-crawl.  Friendly, intelligent, passionate, and charming, I was quite happy to have met him and very much enjoyed our conversation.

Earlier today, I was informed by another conference attendee that the man in question is a fellow blogger.  I tell you this for three reasons:

1 - He didn't tell me himself.  Blogging came up, but I don't believe he mentioned that he was among the ranks of the internet content producing hordes*.  Granted, I didn't manage to mention that I was a blogger until it came out that I story I was busy telling sounded familiar, but in the spirit of "do as I say, not as I do"... bloggers - please tell the people you meet, especially at functions where like minded people congregate, that you blog.  You are your public relations and advertising department.  Don't let yourself down by failing to do your job.

2 - Having read through his archives, it seems we have more than a passing commonality.  Being an Arrogant Cunt™, I'm instantaneously amused by individuals that remind me of myself... as long as they only remind me of the things I actually LIKE about myself.  Essentially - we've got a lot of shit in common, I think very highly of myself**, therefore he must be pretty fucking awesome.

3 - His writing is focused and introspective without losing the charm and personality that made speaking with him enjoyable.  Seriously, it's a pretty good blog.  Go read it.

 

 

* It's also possible that he DID mention it, and I had just phased out.  It was late and I am, as I have stated, an Arrogant Cunt™.

** Yes, one can both think very highly of themselves AND think that they're shite.  Humans are complicated.

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  1. I take this endorsement under advisement. As in: Next tab to the right, and straight on ’till morning… or I get my fill.

    Regarding the footnote of human complexity… occasionally, it is a thing we are trained in. I am precisely the sort of person who tests well for intelligence… without honestly feeling intelligent. Spent my formative years on the unfortunately mandated standardized tests, coming out in the top 1% after my math skills got less slow. Or once calculators were allowed, so I could avoid my very high error rate with basic arithmetic calculated intracranially. Having grown up around truly exemplary individuals, who enjoyed a variety of intellectual endeavors… I had some idea of just how lacking I was in interest, aptitude, and useful “common” knowledge. Some of the latter was exaggerated, it turns out. (Everybody has to look around under the hood of their car to find the few user-serviceable elements… by interpreting the universal symbols or bold-face type.) I was painfully aware in my teenage years that if I were sharper than 99% of the nation… we were well and truly fucked. Like unto the best lay in Genghis’s camp. For I knew then that I knew nothing and had few useful aptitudes to apply towards such vital endeavors as knowing which candidate in a given election is least likely to screw up… and 99% of the voting populace in this democracy was a greater fool?

    The best I can hope for is that the testing is inaccurate to the point of uselessness. Which it is, that’s why no teacher will submit to taking them to gauge their own performance… But that very fact also shows that there’s idiots at the wheel. Doom, doom, and also gloom!

    But perchance, there will be some toxic effect of fake-tan lotions… I’m hoping sterility. Thus, future generations may be improved.


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