Bad monkeys make monkeys bad!
Aug. 5th, 2005 12:44 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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Back in periodicals section today. Picked up the latest Harper's. It had a little thing about chimpanzees throwing rocks at people at a zoo in Israel, apparently because people throw rocks at them.
So I was reading Lewis Lapham's long, snarky-harumphy cliche-ridden essay about ... I dunno, why Republicans are crooks or whatever, and there was something about the tone that I couldn't quite put my finger on ... and then I read a supposed review of a biography of Nietzsche, which was actually mostly just a bunch of smarmy undergrad-style shots at Nietzsche, and it was in the same snarky-harumphy style, self-indulgent, certainly, clever in that dime-a-dozen writerly "creative" sort of way, and I was thinking, I guess what it is is this is highschool writing, the kind of thing they trained us to write in highschool so that, you know, we could tap into the burgeoning market for high-prestige low-circulation pop-intellectual magazine columnists (which was actually pretty much what I was vaguely expecting to do in the years between thinking I'd be a baseball player and ending up on the track to philosophy-professor-or-bust) ... and then I realized: it's blog. Harper's magazine has the tone of blog.
High temp today, here: 29. Dewpoint then: 21. High dewpoint: 23.
High temp today in TO: 33. Dewpoint then: 21. High dewpoint: 22.
About 6 p.m. I came out into the world and thought, given that I knew the temperature to be under 30, it seemed like it was probably very humid. And the dewpoint was 23! My hypothesis is borne out once again.
So I was reading Lewis Lapham's long, snarky-harumphy cliche-ridden essay about ... I dunno, why Republicans are crooks or whatever, and there was something about the tone that I couldn't quite put my finger on ... and then I read a supposed review of a biography of Nietzsche, which was actually mostly just a bunch of smarmy undergrad-style shots at Nietzsche, and it was in the same snarky-harumphy style, self-indulgent, certainly, clever in that dime-a-dozen writerly "creative" sort of way, and I was thinking, I guess what it is is this is highschool writing, the kind of thing they trained us to write in highschool so that, you know, we could tap into the burgeoning market for high-prestige low-circulation pop-intellectual magazine columnists (which was actually pretty much what I was vaguely expecting to do in the years between thinking I'd be a baseball player and ending up on the track to philosophy-professor-or-bust) ... and then I realized: it's blog. Harper's magazine has the tone of blog.
High temp today, here: 29. Dewpoint then: 21. High dewpoint: 23.
High temp today in TO: 33. Dewpoint then: 21. High dewpoint: 22.
About 6 p.m. I came out into the world and thought, given that I knew the temperature to be under 30, it seemed like it was probably very humid. And the dewpoint was 23! My hypothesis is borne out once again.
