The Root Beer Schnapps a little early this year.
From That Big City Newspaper:
The Arena Culture
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The activities often dismissed as mere diversions are actually central. Real life is more about serial whooshes than coherent meaning.
We can either rebel against this superficial drift, or like Dreyfus and Kelly, go with the flow, acknowledging that the autonomous life is impossible, not seeking totalistic theologies, but instead becoming sensitive participants in the collective whooshings that life offers.
To which the only reasonable reply can be:
Well, Art is Art, isn't it? Still, on the other hand, water is water. And east is east and west is west and if you take cranberries and stew them like applesauce they taste much more like prunes than rhubarb does. Now you tell me what you know.David Brooks' navel has no bottom.-- Groucho Marx
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and all of this has happened before.
Yeah, I'd say a little too much holiday cheer intervened between those Friedmanesque opening chords of blindingly obviousness and the almost Magic-Dolphin-Lady heights of incoherence Bobo achieves at the climax of his latest Experiment in Tedium.
It certainly inspired some serial whooshes in me -- but fortunately there was a wastebasket near at hand.
NO amount of prunes could help Mr. Brooks, with the kind of constipation he suffers from...
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