So, I got in an argument online, and my interlocutor tried writing off President Obama as an “empty suit” on the basis of having met him once, in the course of saying several other inane things I am too lazy to disambiguate and respond to. Being lazy, I just took aim at the “empty suit” line. Not that it should interest anyone, but if you thought you sounded smart saying you met Obama once and he’s clearly an empty suit, maybe this will be worth reading.
Today I adapted the lyrics of “Taylor the Latte Boy” to describe a burmese mountain dog named Stella. I don’t even know Stella, it just happened that a friend of mine had told me about how much she loved Stella-the-burmese-mountain-dog, and the cadence seemed to fit. This was very fun to do, and may not be very enjoyable for me, but it’s probably not worth your time unless you love or at least enjoy Weird Al or Tom Lehrer or Allan Sherman or otherwise enjoy silly songs.
Anyway, lyrics after the jump:
In today’s dive into culture war mindlessness, I got baited by someone posting this gem of a Facebook status update: “St. Patrick was a cultural imperialist.” By the by, every factual claim I repeat here is taken from “How the Irish Saved Civilization” so this is a kind of sloppy summary of that book, which unless I’ve updated this post to admit that the book was full of lies, I give a full-throated Faugh a Ballagh or whatever approving cheer would be appropriate to respectfully indicate that I think this book may be worth your time for learning a bit about Ireland. I hope, dear reader, that your St. Patrick’s day was better than mine. Somehow I spent my day giving myself a vitamin D deficiency by not only fighting on Facebook, but then blogging away indoors about how stupid it is to pick fights on the internet.
Of course as the saying has it, it takes two to tango. I couldn’t have wasted the afternoon without a fellow culture war patsy. I know we’re patsies, because otherwise there’s no way we’d have been so mindless about wasting our time and sanity on a sideline battle of the larger culture wars. (Plus I can’t resist calling myself a Patsy when my sin is wasting time defending St. Patrick.) I’ve named my interlocutor “Patsy Left” and myself “Patsy Center” in recreating the dialogue below.
TLDR: After four hours of talking past each other, Patsy Center signs off with one final parting shot because Patsy Center has noticed some discomfort; it is a couple hours past dinner time. Patsy Center has so far won only the concession that St. Patrick is “100% not nearly on the same scale as Christopher Columbus.” (Do notice the way St. Patrick is still struggling to escape comparison to bad guys, rather than getting to join a pantheon with Ghandi or Frederick Douglass or whoever it is that isn’t problematic these days.) Patsy Left sends a direct message admitting to having really just been against the deliberate destruction of cultures, not St. Patrick in particular. Success? Patsy Center sighs, decides to re-live the whole joyous experience by blogging it.
Principle lesson: From this harrowing indoor experience your intrepid blogger at briefliteraryabandon reaches the same conclusion as Scott Alexander of SlateStarCodex, and G.K. Chesterton before him. I reject the notion that logical debate has been tried and found wanting. “I think it has been found difficult and left untried.” Perhaps my experience adds only this: difficult indeed!
I’m a longtime reader of Popehat.com and a big fan of popehat’s main author Ken White’s writing. From time-to-time I share specific posts with friends. Once in a while I even try to quote the site, with attribution, in spoken conversation. E.g. I often use (read: botch) this line: “There are stupid lawyers, there are bullshit artist lawyers, and there are crazy lawyers, but even crazy stupid bullshit artist lawyers sound different than non-lawyers, as a result of being dehumanized by legal education and the practice of law.” Mostly I use the line to scare young people away from law school, but sometimes I just use it to explain to family why I’m less fun to be around since law school.
Popehat has been around and updating regularly for more than a decade, so at this point it has more to offer than you have time to read, so a round-up of the best posts is called for. I haven’t read quite all of the site myself, and of course these are the best posts to my tastes, but if you don’t like it, make your own damn round-up. So, without more ado…
TLDR: Use Beeminder, or don’t use it, in a way that best improves your overall energy level.
After the jump, this post reviews some lessons from my experience with the “Beeminder” app. If you already are familiar with Beeminder, jump away.
To get you up to speed, dear reader who isn’t familiar with Beeminder, but wants to be… Beeminder is an app for your browser/phone/etc. The main use of Beeminder is to tell Beeminder what counts as messing up, and have Beeminder take your money if you mess up, so you mess up less.
In more flowery language, the point of Beeminder is to experience the joy of the power trip you can experience toward your future self, who becomes like clay in your hands when you unlock the power of pre-commitment. Or, if you have a past-self who used Beeminder that way, then Beeminder is the app that steadily nurtures you on a golden road toward prosperity and happiness. All you have to do is make a totally realistic promise to–for an example–spend an average of 30 minutes practicing a foreign language every day, enter that promise into Beeminder, along with your credit card. Now laugh, and sit back and wait for your future self to hail your boldness/curse your name because every time future-you falls short on that promise, Beeminder charges that credit card $10 or so (it’s customizable, and if it stings too much, just cancel anytime), until the sting of it all forces your future self to admit that he or she is a weaseling weasel who weasels too easily.
I think that’s the main reason people sign up for Beeminder: forcing yourself to really notice that you’re a weaseling weasle who weasels too easily is the first, hardest step toward weaseling less. A little bit of sting makes it real that you are your own worst enemy. Plus, because Beeminder makes several other good steps toward less weaseling either automatic, or very easy. (For example, Beeminder allows you to set your goals publicly, which probably helps somewhat with not weaseling, because y’know, peer pressure. Likewise, Beeminder defaults to daily accountability, which is probably a much better approach for procrastinators than big intermittent deadlines. Plus there’s features and customizations and suchlike.)
There are many generally better places to read about Beeminder than here, such as Beeminder’s own “Start here” introduction for new users. For third-party reviews, out of the many online user reviews out there, I particularly recommend these three: 1, 2, and 3. I think these three span the gamut of user experiences, and especially if you read them together, will nicely demonstrate that your mileage may vary because the main thing that will determine whether / what benefit you might get from Beeminder are factors specific to you.
Okay, you’re up to speed on what Beeminder is… now for some comments from my own experience.