Friday, 9 September 2011
Thursday, 8 September 2011
Yea Verily
When Moab thus became a washpot, it was far other than when it was said, "Moab hath been at ease from his youth, and he hath settled on his lees, and hath not been emptied from vessel to vessel, neither hath he gone into captivity: therefore his taste remained in him, and his scent is not changed."
Labels:
Absurdism
Wednesday, 7 September 2011
Your Negativity Is Your Best Feature
The Pollyanna principle (also called Pollyannaism or positive bias) describes the tendency for people to agree with positive statements describing them. The phenomenon is similar to the Forer effect. Research indicates that, at the subconscious level, our minds have a tendency to focus on the optimistic while, at the conscious level, we have a tendency to focus on the negative. This subconscious bias towards the positive is often described as the Pollyanna principle.
You're Stars For The Day
The Forer effect (also called the Barnum Effect after P.T. Barnum's observation that "we've got something for everyone") is the observation that individuals will give high accuracy ratings to descriptions of their personality that supposedly are tailored specifically for them, but are in fact vague and general enough to apply to a wide range of people. This effect can provide a partial explanation for the widespread acceptance of some beliefs and practices, such as astrology, fortune telling, and some types of personality tests.
Tuesday, 6 September 2011
Sunday, 4 September 2011
Saturday, 3 September 2011
Friday, 2 September 2011
Tuesday, 30 August 2011
Monday, 29 August 2011
Sunday, 28 August 2011
Lost Cause
The value of a college education
is not the learning of many facts
but the training of the mind to think.
— Albert Einstein
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Albert Einstein
Saturday, 27 August 2011
The Nurture Of Nature
Intelligence is inherited to the same extent that stupidity is.
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T-Shirt Slogans
Friday, 26 August 2011
The Emotional Subtext Of Music
Anything too silly to be said can be sung.
— George Bernard Shaw Man and Superman, act II
— George Bernard Shaw Man and Superman, act II
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Kenneth Clark
Thursday, 25 August 2011
Wednesday, 24 August 2011
Tuesday, 23 August 2011
One More Mystery Explained

I wonder where that fish has gone?
You did love it so,
you treated it like a son.
And it went... where-ever I... did go.
Is it in the cupboard?
Wouldn't you like to know!
It is a most elusive fish.
That went where-ever I did go.
Oh, fishy, fishy, fishy fish!
A fish, a fish, a fishy OOOOH!
Oh, fishy, fishy, fishy fish!
That went wherever I... did go!
— Monty Python 'The Meaning Of Life'
Labels:
Absurdism,
Cinema,
Michæl Leunig,
Monty Python,
Painting,
Poems,
Riddles
Monday, 22 August 2011
Absurd, Farcical & Tragic
Human relationships are patterned and cross-patterned and restricted and limited and delimited and caged and freed again by the elaborate conventions, rules and games which we call civilisation. They're often absurd and farcical, and sometimes they're tragic, yet we acknowledge that they are necessary.
— Peter Greenaway
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Peter Greenaway
Sunday, 21 August 2011
Saturday, 20 August 2011
Friday, 19 August 2011
Thursday, 18 August 2011
Parthian Shot
Sola lingua bona est lingua mortua.
[The only good language is a dead language.]
Labels:
Self-Reference,
T-Shirt Slogans
Wednesday, 17 August 2011
US
No one likes us — I don't know why
We may not be perfect, but heaven knows we try
But all around, even our old friends put us down
Let's drop the big one and see what happens
We give them money — but are they grateful?
No, they're spiteful and they're hateful
They don't respect us — so let's surprise them
We'll drop the big one and pulverize them
Asia's crowded and Europe's too old
Africa is far too hot
And Canada's too cold
And South America stole our name
Let's drop the big one
There'll be no one left to blame us
We'll save Australia
Don't wanna hurt no kangaroo
We'll build an All American amusement park there
They got surfin', too
Boom goes London and boom Paris
More room for you and more room for me
And every city the whole world round
Will just be another American town
Oh, how peaceful it will be
We'll set everybody free
You'll wear a Japanese kimono babe
And there'll be Italian shoes for me
They all hate us anyhow
So let's drop the big one now
Let's drop the big one now
We may not be perfect, but heaven knows we try
But all around, even our old friends put us down
Let's drop the big one and see what happens
We give them money — but are they grateful?
No, they're spiteful and they're hateful
They don't respect us — so let's surprise them
We'll drop the big one and pulverize them
Asia's crowded and Europe's too old
Africa is far too hot
And Canada's too cold
And South America stole our name
Let's drop the big one
There'll be no one left to blame us
We'll save Australia
Don't wanna hurt no kangaroo
We'll build an All American amusement park there
They got surfin', too
Boom goes London and boom Paris
More room for you and more room for me
And every city the whole world round
Will just be another American town
Oh, how peaceful it will be
We'll set everybody free
You'll wear a Japanese kimono babe
And there'll be Italian shoes for me
They all hate us anyhow
So let's drop the big one now
Let's drop the big one now
— Randy Newman 'Political Science'
Labels:
Lyrics
Tuesday, 16 August 2011
Monday, 15 August 2011
Sunday, 14 August 2011
Saturday, 13 August 2011
Being & Having
I am dead if I lack desire
I lack desire because
I think I possess
I think I possess because
I do not try to give
Trying to give,
You see that you have nothing
Seeing you have nothing,
You try to give of yourself
Trying to give of yourself,
You see you are nothing
Seeing you are nothing,
You desire to become
In desiring to become,
You begin...to live
I lack desire because
I think I possess
I think I possess because
I do not try to give
Trying to give,
You see that you have nothing
Seeing you have nothing,
You try to give of yourself
Trying to give of yourself,
You see you are nothing
Seeing you are nothing,
You desire to become
In desiring to become,
You begin...to live
— Doug Anderson
Labels:
Doug Anderson,
Poems
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