<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421855</id><updated>2011-11-27T18:53:17.769-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Scriptorium</title><subtitle type='html'>Here, like has been ensepulchered with like</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bkriplur.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421855/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bkriplur.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421855/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>B. Kriplur</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>174</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421855.post-2799271347841868937</id><published>2008-02-08T12:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T12:20:42.249-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Scathing Introduction</title><content type='html'>I guess I took it for granted that when you write the introduction to a book you should be supportive of the book’s contents.  In a way, you are justifying the fact that a publisher has decided to use limited resources to print hundreds or thousands of copies of one book over another.  Some negative criticism may be called for, particularly where a book’s flaws are well known, but on the whole one would expect a positive tone.  I have come to find that this is not always the case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently bought, from the local public library for thirty cents, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Three Eighteenth Century Romances&lt;/span&gt; edited by Harrison R. Stevens (Scribner 1931).  The book has turned out to be interesting, but I doubt I will read ever read the stories.  The value of this book lies more in the editorial comments, which have more than made up for the loss of 30 cents and a few inches of space in my apartment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The editor apparently does not think much of the stories he has been called upon to edit and introduce.  On the first story the editor, Stevens, writes, “[t]he first of these tales, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Castle of Otranto&lt;/span&gt;, is to-day[sic] somewhat difficult to take seriously.  Its portentous mysteries and exaggerated terrors seem to use both cheap and trivial.”  Steven’s later adds, “&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Castle of Otranto&lt;/span&gt; is unqualifiedly, undilutedly, romantic; so much so that it recognizes none of the checks of reason upon invention.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the second story (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Romance of the Forest&lt;/span&gt; by Mrs. Ann Radcliffe), Stevens has a low opinion not only for the story but the author as well.  He tells us that “Mrs. Radcliffe was in no sense a student of life, but merely the docile pupil of her sentimental age.  She shares all the amiable errors of her time . . . Her historical perspective is similarly prejudiced and distorted, and her political and religious views . . . are insular and even childish.  Her morality is strictly conformist, set forth in placidly repeated commonplaces.  In none of these matters in which we expect the novelist to be a critical observer of life has she any appeal for the reader of to-day.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some parts of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Romance of the Forest&lt;/span&gt; were so bad the editor was forced to omit them.  Under the heading “Chapters XI and XII” we read, “These two chapters . . . are summarized.  They are tedious and rather loosely integrated with the plot, and show the characters in no new or specially interesting light."  And if think Mrs. Radcliffe and her stories are bad, you should see her fans: “the credulity of her readers, their pathetic willingness to be perturbed and mystified, is a revealing commentary upon the sentimental bias of her age.  Fiction ran for the moment in a shallow and muddy stream.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess I can thank Mr. Harrison R. Steeves, for saving me the time I might have wasted actually reading these stories of purely historical significance.  Now I can’t wait to write a similarly scathing introduction to a book one day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421855-2799271347841868937?l=bkriplur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bkriplur.blogspot.com/feeds/2799271347841868937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421855&amp;postID=2799271347841868937&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421855/posts/default/2799271347841868937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421855/posts/default/2799271347841868937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bkriplur.blogspot.com/2008/02/scathing-introduction.html' title='Scathing Introduction'/><author><name>B. Kriplur</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421855.post-8219380959713924020</id><published>2008-02-02T19:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T19:48:04.100-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Thing About Narrative</title><content type='html'>"...as Peter Brooks puts it, "[o]ur lives are ceaselessly intertwined with narrative. . . . We live immersed in narrative, recounting and reassessing the meaning of our past actions, anticipating the outcome of our future projects, and situating ourselves at the intersection of several stories not yet completed."  3 Ohio St. J. Crim. L. 273, 285 (2005)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421855-8219380959713924020?l=bkriplur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bkriplur.blogspot.com/feeds/8219380959713924020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421855&amp;postID=8219380959713924020&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421855/posts/default/8219380959713924020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421855/posts/default/8219380959713924020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bkriplur.blogspot.com/2008/02/thing-about-narrative.html' title='A Thing About Narrative'/><author><name>B. Kriplur</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421855.post-8123700508231993874</id><published>2007-04-20T11:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T11:46:11.925-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Jurisprudence</title><content type='html'>Whenever we talk about law we espouse a particular jurisprudential philosophy whether we know it or not.   For instance, someone who believes Marijuana should be legal, but does not smoke it because he or she is afraid of getting in trouble, is expressing a certain philosophical view about the law; namely, that law is to be followed because of the possibility of punishment.  On the other hand, someone may believe the marijuana laws are wrong but not smoke it because the law as it is written down by the legislature should be followed because it is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the law&lt;/span&gt; or because his or her particular religious beliefs require one to follow the law.   No matter what someone’s opinion is on law, there is a philosophy underlying it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To talk about the abortion debate as it pertains to the United States without reference to the law of the United States is to espouse a dangerous jurisprudential philosophy.  It is a philosophy that a particular interest is so important that the law is not wrong or misinterpreted, but &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;irrelevant&lt;/span&gt;.  The consequences of this view are obvious; who determines what interests are so important that the law is no longer relevant?  Is it those who argue for a woman’s right to choose?  Is it President Bush when he authorizes wiretapping or claims that there is no right to habeus corpus?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can understand why people do not talk about the law when it comes to the abortion debate.  First, the law is, to most people, nowhere near as interesting as the underlying moral issues.  Second, most people never take the time to learn abortion law.  They may have a vague sense of “rights” and “amendments” but no real understanding of just how the Constitution restricts states form banning abortion.  It is rare to run into a non lawyer who understands that if Roe is struck down it does not automatically make abortion illegal (though that will be the practical effect in most states).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spoke to my Constitutional Law professor about this issue today, and he said something that was interesting:  to hold the view that the democratically elected legislature should decide the issue is certain political death.  Those on the pro-life side will be disgusted that you would stand for a state keeping abortion legal.  Those on the Pro-Choice side will be disgusted that you would stand for a state criminalizing abortion.  For instance, I think that Roe is an extremely weak decision, but I am afraid to say that around pro-choice people because it is tantamount to saying “abortion should be illegal everywhere and anyone who engages in it should be put to death.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could accept someone coming out and explicitly stating that they hold the uber-pragmatic view that they think their interest is so important that they will pay any price to protect it.  The problem is that many people are impliedly espousing this view without even realizing it.  If you are willing to accept the view that a woman’s autonomy is so important that the law is irrelevant, then accept the consequences of your view; don’t refer to the Constitution next time President Bush authorizes wiretapping or when someone’s right to speech is being infringed upon.  Be philosophically consistent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The talk I have seen on both sides of the abortion debate since &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gonzales v. Carhart&lt;/span&gt; has been maddening.  No one thinks the law is relevant.  People think that if the Supreme Court allows the legislature to decide something is the same thing as the Supreme Court deciding it themselves.  It is not the same thing.  It places the issue back in the hands of the people.  If you think that this particular issue should not be in the hands of the people, then point to legal authority about why this is so, and if you cannot (or don't want to) point to legal authority, explain why we don’t have to and then understand the implications.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We do not live in a society where the law is not written down and impossible to know. The benefit of having a written law is that we as a nation know what the law is, and if we disagree with that law we can change it.  It provides us with a kind of consistency, so that over time we can determine what the strengths and weaknesses of the law are and adjust it accordingly.  It is not something we should ignore when it is convenient for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421855-8123700508231993874?l=bkriplur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bkriplur.blogspot.com/feeds/8123700508231993874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421855&amp;postID=8123700508231993874&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421855/posts/default/8123700508231993874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421855/posts/default/8123700508231993874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bkriplur.blogspot.com/2007/04/jurisprudence.html' title='Jurisprudence'/><author><name>B. Kriplur</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421855.post-6597847757048506837</id><published>2007-03-04T20:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T21:00:00.378-05:00</updated><title type='text'>24</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I wish I had time to edit.       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;Occasionally I rent TV shows from netflix, and since I have been hearing a lot of people talk about “24” I decided to get it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I have to admit that on some animal level I was entertained by it, but that is not saying much. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Aesthetically speaking, the lowest form of success a story can achieve is making you want to see what happens next. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I say this because it is not different from playing a game with a child wherein you hold a box in front of him or her and you pull something out of it to excite the child.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You can do this over and over again – what is in the box?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;THIS IS IN THE BOX!!!! &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Wanting to see what happens next appeals to our animal nature, but when the story is over we do not reflect upon ourselves or our world in a different way. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;We have just wasted some of our time on earth (necessary in small doses). &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;On another level “24” is bad because it is cliché ridden.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I would like to go through the show sometime and catalog them all (I would actually like to do this with all movies and form a kind of genealogy of the cliché).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;One of the clichés that stood out to me was that of the girl from the nobility losing herself amongst the underclasses only to be rescued by her aristocratic father.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I saw this at least once before in &lt;i style=""&gt;Traffic&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In traffic the cliché was more egregious because there the girl not only loses herself among the underclasses but, of all things, the &lt;i style=""&gt;black &lt;/i&gt;underclass.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I mean what could be more entertaining, pure light haired white girl is lost among the brutal underclasses only to be saved by her father.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Part of the reason I believe that Americans have an instinctive respect toward nobility is because of this cliché.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;People can’t seem to get enough.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;See also &lt;i style=""&gt;The Virgin Spring&lt;/i&gt; to find this in an unadulterated and self conscious form. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;The show also takes a cartoonish view of the criminal.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When the young daughter is lost in the underworld the criminal characters she runs into while trying to escape her captors are all cold blooded people who refuse to help.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In real life criminals are capable of kindness.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Not in 24.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In this and other senses 24 is extreme right wing propaganda. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;24 also employs a cliché that is among my favorites (meaning in a sense my least favorite) – that of the government agent gone bad. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I am amazed that the American public never tires of this character. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;One could probably find one hundred examples of this guy in a suit with a deep voice and no conscience (always made clear to the audience).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;People’s ability to watch cliché over and over again is disheartening. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I think it speaks to the intellectual level of most of the American public.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;How is it that they never tire of seeing the same character over and over again? &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;On some level cliché can be good – it can bring out a sense of nostalgia in us, but when a work of art is made up solely of clichés strung together, it is aesthetically indefensible. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421855-6597847757048506837?l=bkriplur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bkriplur.blogspot.com/feeds/6597847757048506837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421855&amp;postID=6597847757048506837&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421855/posts/default/6597847757048506837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421855/posts/default/6597847757048506837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bkriplur.blogspot.com/2007/03/24.html' title='24'/><author><name>B. Kriplur</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421855.post-4423938407402804545</id><published>2007-02-08T09:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T09:29:13.032-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Law School People - Parts A &amp; B</title><content type='html'>A&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421855-4423938407402804545?l=bkriplur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bkriplur.blogspot.com/feeds/4423938407402804545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421855&amp;postID=4423938407402804545&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421855/posts/default/4423938407402804545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421855/posts/default/4423938407402804545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bkriplur.blogspot.com/2007/02/law-school-people-parts-b.html' title='Law School People - Parts A &amp; B'/><author><name>B. Kriplur</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421855.post-7397752487357702602</id><published>2007-01-23T09:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T09:27:57.620-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Theft</title><content type='html'>A woman &lt;a href="http://www.philly.com/mld/philly/news/16520855.htm?source=rss&amp;channel=philly_news"&gt;embezzled 6.9 million dollars from a construction company&lt;/a&gt;.  This is what she bought with the money:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;"Among the items prosecutors say Platt bought were a four-bedroom colonial-style house on five acres of land in Foster, R.I.; eight show horses; a fleet of motor vehicles including a 1964 antique Ford Thunderbird; Hollywood-grade cinematic props to decorate her home for Halloween; a life-size ceramic statue of Al Capone (seated, smoking a cigar), and six talking trees.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Platt bought the talking trees, which were Hollywood-grade cinematic props, for $3,000 each to decorate her home for Halloween, the U.S. attorney's office said. She also splurged on a 20-foot-tall smoke-emitting dragon called "The Slayer," which sported hydraulically powered wings and a "booming dragon roar," authorities said."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;I had to laugh.  I think this shopping list is a somewhat accurate picture of what most of my friends would do with seven million dollars. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421855-7397752487357702602?l=bkriplur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bkriplur.blogspot.com/feeds/7397752487357702602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421855&amp;postID=7397752487357702602&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421855/posts/default/7397752487357702602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421855/posts/default/7397752487357702602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bkriplur.blogspot.com/2007/01/theft.html' title='Theft'/><author><name>B. Kriplur</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421855.post-1412711402990936009</id><published>2007-01-20T22:20:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T22:20:57.889-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How to Portray Yourself</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I read something brilliant today.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It is a guide to getting published in poetry.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am not interested in getting published in poetry or even writing it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I stumbled on the page while looking for webpages about scansion.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;However, the page is hilarious, and it is applicable to more than just poetry.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I think if one follows the advice that page gives when dealing with anything remotely related to academia, one would be much better off.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The page shows, indirectly, just how hollow academia’s concern about the less well off is.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;If you want to deal with Academia, &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.trobar.org/prosody/publishing/"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; is how you have to portray yourself. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421855-1412711402990936009?l=bkriplur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bkriplur.blogspot.com/feeds/1412711402990936009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421855&amp;postID=1412711402990936009&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421855/posts/default/1412711402990936009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421855/posts/default/1412711402990936009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bkriplur.blogspot.com/2007/01/how-to-portray-yourself.html' title='How to Portray Yourself'/><author><name>B. Kriplur</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421855.post-2679157372263139839</id><published>2007-01-01T00:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T00:55:03.887-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Experience at the Bar the Other Night</title><content type='html'>"Dr. Hornstetter, the lady doctor who drops in on me almost every day...keeps insisting that I suffered from isolation in my childhood, that I didn't play enough with other children.&lt;br /&gt;   Well as far as other children are concerned, she may be right.  It is true that i was so busy with Gretchen Scheffler's lessons, so torn between Goethe and Rasputin, that even with the best of intentions I could have found not time for ring-around-a-rosy or post office.  But whenever, as scholars sometimes do, I turned my back on books, declaring them to be the graveyards of the language, and sought contact with the simple folk, I encountered the little cannibals who lived in our building, and after brief association with them, felt very glad to get  back to my reading in one piece."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gunter Grass "The Tin Drum" p. 96&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421855-2679157372263139839?l=bkriplur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bkriplur.blogspot.com/feeds/2679157372263139839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421855&amp;postID=2679157372263139839&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421855/posts/default/2679157372263139839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421855/posts/default/2679157372263139839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bkriplur.blogspot.com/2007/01/my-experience-at-bar-other-night.html' title='My Experience at the Bar the Other Night'/><author><name>B. Kriplur</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421855.post-6038013249829182119</id><published>2006-12-16T12:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T12:22:06.835-05:00</updated><title type='text'>John Barlas "Oblivion"</title><content type='html'>Oblivion! is it not one name of death?&lt;br /&gt;Nay, is not Lethe death's most dismal name,&lt;br /&gt;Death growing hour by hour within our frame,&lt;br /&gt;Death settling slowly in our brain, the breath&lt;br /&gt;Of the soul ebbing, so that he who saith,&lt;br /&gt;I am to-day as yesterday the same,&lt;br /&gt;Lies, for his thoughts are fled like smoke from flame,&lt;br /&gt;And like the dew his sorrow vanisheth.&lt;br /&gt;Changed is the river, though the waves remain,&lt;br /&gt;Which rocks of slowlier-changing circumstance&lt;br /&gt;Plough up in every day of chafing foam.&lt;br /&gt;Changed is the river, gone, gone to the main,&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday's dream and last year's happy chance,&lt;br /&gt;And the heart's thoughts again return not home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421855-6038013249829182119?l=bkriplur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bkriplur.blogspot.com/feeds/6038013249829182119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421855&amp;postID=6038013249829182119&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421855/posts/default/6038013249829182119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421855/posts/default/6038013249829182119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bkriplur.blogspot.com/2006/12/john-barlas-oblivion.html' title='John Barlas &quot;Oblivion&quot;'/><author><name>B. Kriplur</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421855.post-5478315877821363969</id><published>2006-12-08T19:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T19:15:28.842-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Am I just really tired or is this sentence as strange as I think it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A state may not, consistent with the Supremacy Clause, lay a tax “&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;directly upon the United States&lt;/span&gt;”...What the court cases leave room for, then, is the conclusion that tax immunity is appropriate in only one circumstance: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;when the levy falls on the United States itself&lt;/span&gt; [or an a closely connected agency or instrumentality]."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421855-5478315877821363969?l=bkriplur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bkriplur.blogspot.com/feeds/5478315877821363969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421855&amp;postID=5478315877821363969&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421855/posts/default/5478315877821363969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421855/posts/default/5478315877821363969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bkriplur.blogspot.com/2006/12/am-i-just-really-tired-or-is-this.html' title=''/><author><name>B. Kriplur</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421855.post-3250613043221504588</id><published>2006-12-07T16:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T08:22:04.319-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Casebook and Exams</title><content type='html'>I might as well go on and continue to complain about how absolutely ridiculous law school can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's Topic: The Casebook and Exams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where to start.  In law school we do not have "textbooks" (e.g., something that explains the material outright).  We have "casebooks."  The casebook is supposed to be a way for people to think for themselves and it is supposed to mimic the real life research methods of lawers.  It consists of edited down cases placed one after another.  From these cases (which come from all over the country) you are supposed to put everything together in your head so you can answer the legal issues presented by the exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But casebook writers realized that they could not just put cases in the book.  To teach an entire area of law would require too many cases.  Instead, they came up with the idea of putting "notes" after the cases.  These notes are supposed to fill in the blanks, ask questions etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what we have now is a big disorganized piece of shit.  Some casebooks have as many notes as they do cases.  What do I call this?  A textbook in denial.  I hate the textbook in denial.  It is a terrible way to present information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To give an example, we read 640 pages in constitutional law this year.   The notes are absolutely backbreaking.  Sometimes the notes can be over twenty pages long and list case after case with their respective dissents and concurrences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this is what makes it ridiculous: my conlaw exam is only 3 hours (and the only grade for the year)!  If one types roughly 60 words a minute, that is about 10,000 words.  Of course, you need a lot of time to think and read the exam, so you can assume it is between 6,000 and 8,000.  Why is so much information presented that can't be used?  Is it for my edification?  I am all about learning the history of constitutional law, but If I need to brush up on conlaw (or anything else for that matter) a casebook is the LAST place I or anyone else would go.   And is this really the best time to introduce the dissent in U.S. v. **** from 1810 which was overruled in 1811 when a law student has 10-13 other credits and other bloated casebooks to deal with ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the point?  Is it there to throw too much information in our faces to see who can sort out what is important?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to do well in this class and read every note and case.  But as I prepare I have to ask myself with every paragraph "am I realistically going to be able to use this?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then these idiots wonder why students rely so much on commercial outlines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my professors said something interesting the other day that helps me make sense of all of this.  His exam is extremely long and we only have three hours to do it.  He told us that the reason why the time limit is so short is because the longer he makes it, the closer together the scores will be.  I though this shed a lot of light on law school and its methods.  We are all very close in intelligence, and some of this stuff just isn't that complicated, therefore the school has to make things as artificially complicated as possible so they can sort us out by grades.  That is fine, but it means that the real difference between an A and a B+ (or worse) in that class is a person's speed (and general test taking ability).  So that person gets the A, but does it really mean he is smarter or in any way better off than the person who gets the B+?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To give an example, I took an exam today and was very careful with time.  7 minutes a question.  The girl next to me didn't finish.  I will almost definitely get a higher grade then her unless I completely messed up.  But should I have a higher grade then her just because I timed myself better?  Does it mean that I will be a better lawyer?  Does it mean that I know more about the subject than her?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421855-3250613043221504588?l=bkriplur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bkriplur.blogspot.com/feeds/3250613043221504588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421855&amp;postID=3250613043221504588&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421855/posts/default/3250613043221504588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421855/posts/default/3250613043221504588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bkriplur.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-might-as-well-go-on-and-continue-to.html' title='The Casebook and Exams'/><author><name>B. Kriplur</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421855.post-2983637776628822953</id><published>2006-12-05T16:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T16:19:19.932-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Preperation for Adversity</title><content type='html'>The concept of preparation for adversity is merely a dishonest tool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been waiting for an example of this logic to come up so I could write about.  It did not take &lt;a href="http://prawfsblawg.blogs.com/prawfsblawg/2006/11/clicker_trainin.html"&gt;long&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;"What is the right learning environment for today's law students...lawyers live in an Alpha Wolf world, and the sooner we prepare our students for that reality, the better."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This argument has one role: to justify asshole behavior throughout the ages.  There has not been one stage in my life where some authority figure hasn't said "things aren't this bad now, but since they may be bad later, we have to make them bad now, otherwise you will not be prepared."  I remember vividly my elementary school teachers justifying some of what they were doing because "in middle school things are going to be much tougher."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This argument assumes that a person will not be prepared for adversity until they experience adversity, which is not true at all (as I explain &lt;a href="http://bkriplur.blogspot.com/2005/07/common-misperception.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; in a different context).  In fact, experiencing adversity early may make us less able to face adversity in the future because it may make us disillusioned.  In addition, one could argue that if we start with the proposition that the "real world" will be "alpha," we can argue that law school should be "alpha."  But since law school should be Alpha, then college has to be too.  But if college has to be rough, then high school should be too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The argument that one has to be "prepared" for adversity is nothing more than an easy justification for people to be assholes to each other.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We should have more confidence in our fellow human beings.  Many brave soldiers fought in WWII without being prepared their whole lives for death and carnage.  Human beings are built to handle adversity.  They don't have to be prepared.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421855-2983637776628822953?l=bkriplur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bkriplur.blogspot.com/feeds/2983637776628822953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421855&amp;postID=2983637776628822953&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421855/posts/default/2983637776628822953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421855/posts/default/2983637776628822953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bkriplur.blogspot.com/2006/12/preperation-for-adversity.html' title='Preperation for Adversity'/><author><name>B. Kriplur</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421855.post-2623882997527629275</id><published>2006-12-05T13:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T13:55:26.077-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Law School</title><content type='html'>From a &lt;a href="http://ww3.lawschool.cornell.edu/faculty-pages/wendel/teaching.htm"&gt;guide&lt;/a&gt; about breaking into teaching law:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;"At least until the turn of the century, the vast majority of lawyers obtained their education on the job, essentially as apprentices, while others studied in proprietary law schools (like Litchfield, in Connecticut) and a few obtained an education at law departments in universities like Harvard and Columbia.  From the standpoint of traditional arts and sciences faculties at universities, law looked like a "trade" – again in the pejorative sense – and not an academic discipline.  After Langdell at Harvard mounted a massive public relations effort to enhance the prestige of legal education, more universities opened law schools, but they were often considered stepchildren by the rest of the university.  It may be a bit of an exaggeration, but it’s not entirely incorrect to say that the legal academy has for this reason always had a bit of an inferiority complex vis-à-vis the wider university, and has &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sought to defend itself against allegations of being a "mere" trade school by mimicking the standards of other university departments. &lt;/span&gt; If it helps to personify the legal academy, imagine it holding up a law review article and saying to the university, "Look here, we can produce turgid prose with lots of footnotes, just like you!"  The attempt to gain standing in the eyes of the university helps explain the sexiness of interdisciplinary scholarship like law and economics, law and social science, law and philosophy, postmodern legal theory (drawing from literary criticism, cultural studies, and some branches of sociology and anthropology), and so on. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Some  thoughts:&lt;br /&gt;1. The "inferiority" complex' described above is probably the worst thing about legal academia.  It is the reason why we don't learn anything in law school that we can use in practice.  It is the reason why law school is three years long instead of one or two.  Hardly anyone can defend the third year of law school, but its reason for being there is obvious - it is one year longer than a masters degree (and it is another 30,000+ dollars from every student).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently some schools have been changing their curriculum, but I think the changes have to be drastic.  So far Stanford's looks like the best to me (from &lt;a href="http://prawfsblawg.blogs.com/prawfsblawg/2006/12/a_new_era_of_la.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Stanford unveiled its new "3D" JD plan earlier this week.  The new program -- which Dean Larry Kramer hopes will be completed in 2009 -- will focus on making changes to the second and third years of law school.  Stanford plans to integrate the JD curriculum with other university departments, allow for more than 20 joint degree programs, and create more opportunities for team learning."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I also find this interesting:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;"A substantial percentage of plausible teaching candidates comes from only 4 schools – Harvard, Yale, Stanford, and Chicago...Getting a teaching position with a J.D. from a school significantly farther down the food chain would be akin to walking on water, unless you are #1 in your class, have a graduate degree in law or some other discipline, and have a record of good publications."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there is one thing I was not prepared for in law school it was how much school prestige would become an important factor in my life. &lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421855-2623882997527629275?l=bkriplur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bkriplur.blogspot.com/feeds/2623882997527629275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421855&amp;postID=2623882997527629275&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421855/posts/default/2623882997527629275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421855/posts/default/2623882997527629275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bkriplur.blogspot.com/2006/12/law-school.html' title='Law School'/><author><name>B. Kriplur</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421855.post-946630626718751926</id><published>2006-12-01T13:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T14:00:12.426-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Best Pre-Law Major?</title><content type='html'>What is the best pre-law major?  A lot of people ask this question, and a lot of people are tragically misled.  Most people think: “what will prepare me best” but that is the wrong question to be asking.  When you pick your pre-law major you should be asking “what will set me apart and what will help me get a job.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think a "pre-law" major is a tragic missed opportunity.  You have one shot at an undergraduate degree.  In law school you will learn more law than you will need.  You will have three years to study the Constitution and hone your legal logic.  There is no reason to “prepare” for this three year preparation.  No undergraduate major will give you an “edge” over your classmates since all of the material will be new to everyone.  Use your undergraduate degree to set yourself apart and gain a skill in something in case you decide not to go to law school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned this lesson when I began to look at job postings.  Many of them require and undergraduate degree in the sciences or in business.  A unique undergraduate degree is a great way to break in to the job market.  For instance a degree in computer science could be valuable to a firm with clients in the computer business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I have never sat in on a law school admissions committee, I would imagine that in a pool of 50 candidates, if 49 are liberal arts majors and one is a science major, that science major will stick out much more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Majoring in something like “pre-law” is wasting an opportunity to set yourself apart from your peers both when it comes to getting into law school and (more importantly) getting a job afterwards.  I majored in philosophy, and while I more than happy with that decision (if any major prepares you for law, it is philosophy), I do wish now that I had double majored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are sure that you want to major in one of the liberal arts, then do it because you love the subject, and not because you think it will pay off in law school.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421855-946630626718751926?l=bkriplur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bkriplur.blogspot.com/feeds/946630626718751926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421855&amp;postID=946630626718751926&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421855/posts/default/946630626718751926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421855/posts/default/946630626718751926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bkriplur.blogspot.com/2006/12/best-pre-law-major.html' title='The Best Pre-Law Major?'/><author><name>B. Kriplur</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421855.post-2174288385200671028</id><published>2006-11-24T22:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T23:05:04.673-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Many Pages Now and Lost Opportunities Then</title><content type='html'>As I spend my Thanksgiving break frantically preparing for my exams I am once again overwhelmed by the sheer amount of material we have gone over.   When I turn to the beginning of the course to start memorizing I feel like someone else has written the notes in the margins of my books, and someone else has typed up the close to 400 pages in case summaries.  I tallied up 3 out of my 4 classes, and we have gone over more than 2,000 pages of dense, chaotic legal material (my fourth was more scattered so I didn't count it up, though it probably amounts to about 500 pages).  Two of the courses are closed book, meaning all of that has to be memorized cold by the second week of December.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes me regret my undergraduate study habits.  If I put just half of the energy into my undergraduate studies that I put into law school I would have been in the top %20 of my class if not better.  What makes the regret so strong is that in college you were rewarded in proportion to the amount of work you put into the course.  I was never once disappointed after working hard.  This is not the case in law school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think there are two reasons for my not working hard in Undergrad - My unhappiness and my peer group.  I was always unhappy, and one of my weaknesses is that I cannot work well when I am unhappy.  I don't think there is any excuse for it but that is the way I am.  As for my peer group, there were always a few kids in every class you could look at and say "at least I am not in his position," meaning you could always count on a few to do absolutely nothing - so if you just went to class and paid attention you were ahead of a few.  That cushion does not exist in law school, and its absence has been one of the best things to ever happen to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the lost opportunities due to my bad grades are manifold!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, while I am overjoyed at my newfound academic discipline, I am worried about what it is doing to me as a person.  I feel more and more alienated from those around me.  I am spending so little time around people that I feel like I am losing the ability to relate to other human beings.   I guess it will have to wait until after the bar exam...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421855-2174288385200671028?l=bkriplur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bkriplur.blogspot.com/feeds/2174288385200671028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421855&amp;postID=2174288385200671028&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421855/posts/default/2174288385200671028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421855/posts/default/2174288385200671028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bkriplur.blogspot.com/2006/11/many-pages-now-and-lost-opportunities.html' title='Many Pages Now and Lost Opportunities Then'/><author><name>B. Kriplur</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421855.post-5158735868681030491</id><published>2006-11-13T20:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T21:13:21.947-05:00</updated><title type='text'>On the Uses of Fear</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/8095/905/1600/Myasishchev.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/8095/905/320/Myasishchev.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Myasishchev-4 (M-4) went into serial production in 1954 but was a huge disappointment.  It lacked the range to hit American targets because Myasishchev could not devise a reliable method to refuel the plane.&lt;br /&gt;[...]&lt;br /&gt;The Kremlin watched with Glee as a very helpful discussion of Soviet Bomber technology subsequently broke into the open in the United States.  Led by Missouri Senator Stuart Symington, a former secretary of the Air Force under Truman with presidential ambitions, some congressman began decrying a strategic “bomber gap” between the United States and the Soviet Union.  “It is now clear,” said Symington, “that the United States, along with the rest of the free world, may have lost control of the air.”  Despite assurances from the Eisenhower administration that the U.S. Air Force remained ahead of the Soviets, some journalists and legislators began throwing around extravagant assumptions about the capabilities of the M-4&lt;br /&gt;[...]Bulganin and Zhukov were given the task of preparing a major air show for Soviet aviation day on July 13.  The country’s entire fleet of three or four M-4’s was to be flown in wide circles around Tushino Airport to convey the impression that the Soviet Union had at least 28 of them."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kruschev’s Cold War: The Inside Story of an American Adversary&lt;/span&gt; by Aleksander Fursenko and Timothy Naftali, p 41-41&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421855-5158735868681030491?l=bkriplur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bkriplur.blogspot.com/feeds/5158735868681030491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421855&amp;postID=5158735868681030491&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421855/posts/default/5158735868681030491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421855/posts/default/5158735868681030491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bkriplur.blogspot.com/2006/11/on-uses-of-fear.html' title='On the Uses of Fear'/><author><name>B. Kriplur</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421855.post-6337727100715245417</id><published>2006-11-12T17:45:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T12:23:21.076-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Plan</title><content type='html'>Maybe I am just paranoid, but I have been thinking lately that part of Bush’s strategy is to lay blame for the Iraq war on the Democrats.  Perhaps he has wanted to change course for some time, but waited for the Democrats to get in control of Congress to do so.  That way it looks like he would have “stayed the course,” but those disloyal democrats came in and forced his hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the new strategy (if there is one) does not work out, I have a feeling that all of the blame will fall on the Democrats.  I am sure the Republican party has their strategy prepared for a backlash – “look the Democrats could not do any better” and especially the oldy but goody “we would have won but not for the disloyalty of those at home.”  Pulling out of Iraq may be the messiest part of this whole affair.  This is when we will see the true adverse effects of the war – perhaps total civil war, fundamentalism, Iranian control etc., and it will all occur under a democratically controlled legislative branch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I find the republican position that we would have won Iraq (and Vietnam) if only people had been more loyal to be problematic.  First, no one would deny that if we were to put all of the resources of the U.S. behind the war effort on a World War II scale and fight this war in the most brutal manner humanly possible, then we could probably win.  However, to “win” in that manner won’t be much a victory.  We would go down as a brutal and ruthless country, and if we were ever in a position of weakness, the world would remember our actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Second, this implies that anything is militarily possible, but look at the example of the Soviet invasion of Afghanistan.  There was a country that could keep everything secret from the press and devote as much resources to the conflict as it saw fit and it still lost.  There was no press to blame, it was just not militarily possible for the Soviet Union to subjugate Afghanistan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I have always been opposed to the Iraq war both on strategic and moral grounds.  Even if you are the paradigm of the flag waving Republican, you had to see that we were not going to be greeted as liberators.  The other day I was watching the scene from Band of Brothers where the American soldiers enter an occupied town, and everyone has come out with flowers and the girls are all going crazy for the soldiers.  I thought that this would be the perfect tool to use to explain to the American mentality to Europeans and others.  This image is deeply ingrained in the American psyche.  It drives American foreign policy as well as American behavior abroad.  It will be interesting to see just what it will take for Americans to realize that this is not longer the case (and maybe never really was but for one brief moment).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ADDENDUM - I just came across a detailed exploration of this idea &lt;a href="http://www.attytood.com/2006/11/tinfoil_hat_time_were_bush_and_1.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.  Aptly titled: "Tin-foil hat time: Were Bush and Rove "The Producers" of an intentional flop?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421855-6337727100715245417?l=bkriplur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bkriplur.blogspot.com/feeds/6337727100715245417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421855&amp;postID=6337727100715245417&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421855/posts/default/6337727100715245417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421855/posts/default/6337727100715245417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bkriplur.blogspot.com/2006/11/plan_12.html' title='The Plan'/><author><name>B. Kriplur</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421855.post-116309015151940098</id><published>2006-11-09T11:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T16:12:23.579-05:00</updated><title type='text'>English</title><content type='html'>I am going to a lecture about Melville later today.  I looked up one of the lecturer's articles and came across &lt;a href="http://www.nybooks.com/articles/318#fn22"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;"One of the implications was that literature was no more or less worthy of study than any other semiotic system; fashion, gestures, sports could now serve as a "text" for the game of interpretation. But this view soon lost its playfulness, and turned into the dogma that literature, like any constructed system of meaning, must be assessed in relation to this or that "identity" (race, class, gender, etc.) to the exclusion of every other point of view. Here began in earnest the fragmentation of literary studies that is so evident today—and that has left a legacy of acrimony, and of intellectual and professional fatigue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;[...]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Deconstruction can also be seen as simply another phase in the continuing effort by literary studies to get respect from "hard" disciplines by deploying a specialized vocabulary of its own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;[...]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;The field of English has become, to use a term given currency twenty-five years ago by the redoubtable Stanley Fish, a "self-consuming artifact." On the one hand, it has lost the capacity to put forward persuasive judgments; on the other hand, it is stuffed with dogma and dogmatists. It has paid overdue attention to minority writers, but, as Lynn Hunt notes in her essay in What's Happened to the Humanities?, it (along with the humanities in general) has failed to attract many minority students. It regards the idea of progress as a pernicious myth, but never have there been so many critics so sure that they represent so much progress over their predecessors. It distrusts science, but it yearns to be scientific—as attested by the notorious recent "Sokal hoax," in which a physicist submitted a deliberately fraudulent article full of pseudoscientific gibberish to a leading cultural-studies journal, which promptly published it. It denounces the mass media for pandering to the public with pitches and slogans, but it cannot get enough of mass culture. The louder it cries about the high political stakes in its own squabbles, the less connection it maintains to anything resembling real politics. And by failing to promote literature as a means by which students may become aware of their unexamined assumptions and glimpse worlds different from their own, the self-consciously radical English department has become a force for conservatism.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;[...]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;"In what is perhaps the largest irony of all, the teaching of English has been penetrated, even saturated, by the market mentality it decries. The theory factory (yesterday's theory is deficient, today's is new and improved) has become expert in planned obsolescence. And though English departments are losing the competition for students, they have not resisted the consumerism of the contemporary university, where student-satisfaction surveys drive grade inflation (it is the rare student whose satisfaction is immune to a low grade), and the high enrollments on which departments depend for lobbying power with the administration can sometimes be propped up by turning education into entertainment." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421855-116309015151940098?l=bkriplur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bkriplur.blogspot.com/feeds/116309015151940098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421855&amp;postID=116309015151940098&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421855/posts/default/116309015151940098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421855/posts/default/116309015151940098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bkriplur.blogspot.com/2006/11/english.html' title='English'/><author><name>B. Kriplur</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421855.post-116270465544794953</id><published>2006-11-05T00:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T16:12:23.410-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Economy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.economyincrisis.org/faq.asp"&gt;http://www.economyincrisis.org/faq.asp&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See Also &lt;a href="http://www.spiegel.de/international/0,1518,439766,00.html"&gt;http://www.spiegel.de/international/0,1518,439766,00.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Based on just my experience in the workforce right after college, I knew all of these things to be true.  While the news channels spout statistics about US employment and economic growth, I have witnessed something different happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To begin, know of the experience of my grandparents is vastly different from my own generation.  Back then, you graduated from high school, got a job, a house, and started a family.  For just about everyone I know, that is something that is seems plain impossible now.  They call this the “Boomerang Generation” because so many people are going back to live at home, but I don’t think the reasons for that are social.  It is because getting a good job right out of school, and making enough to support your own home is tough.  According to statistics though, we are supposed to be a much wealthier country than we were in the 1950’s and 1960’s, but somehow it does not seem that way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a misconception in blue collar society that gives people the false belief that once you have a college degree you are made, but that is not the case.  I graduated into a world of service jobs – something I did not foresee.  When I began looking for employment I quickly found out that the only jobs available were demeaning and extremely low paying service jobs.  Answering phones, waiting tables or working a cash register (did all three).  It was truly a life changing experience.  I had been told my whole life to stay away from the trades and get a college degree, but it turned out to be nothing more than student loan debt, a ticket to a cubicle and lower pay than if I had learned a trade.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am extremely critical of the service economy, and I believe it is at the bottom of many of our social ills.  When people have meaningful or well paying jobs, they are more content.  But every year we lose those jobs and they are replaced with service jobs that consist of performing repetitive tasks for eight hours a day.  Why are so many in the inner cities not working?  I think that is an easy one.  Look at what they are being asked to do – work a service job, slaving for the public to make peanuts.  The fact is that many people would rather be homeless than choose that lifestyle.  How can the independence and excitement of crime compete with answering a phone and performing the same process every minute for eight hours with no potential for wage growth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       What I have done personally about this situation is that I have gone double or nothing by going to law school (probably the reason why the majority of people go to law school).  By the time I graduate I will have $160,000 in debt, and most of it is private.  Since I did not place in the top %10-20 of my class, my job prospects are dismal to say the least (not something many people know about law school).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been looking to bankruptcy law lately for some of these reasons.  Not only would I completely believe in what I am doing, but if I am right about the economic situation, there will come a time when bankruptcy lawyers will be very much in demand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421855-116270465544794953?l=bkriplur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bkriplur.blogspot.com/feeds/116270465544794953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421855&amp;postID=116270465544794953&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421855/posts/default/116270465544794953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421855/posts/default/116270465544794953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bkriplur.blogspot.com/2006/11/economy.html' title='Economy'/><author><name>B. Kriplur</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421855.post-115953694408678763</id><published>2006-09-29T09:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T16:12:23.216-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Barnes</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Preliminary thoughts on Howard Greenfield’s “The Devil and Dr. Barnes: Portrait of an American Art Collector”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;I had always heard about “The Barnes” but I never really understood what it was until I started working at the Philadelphia Museum of Art.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was on an employee tour that I really became interested.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Whoever was giving the tour mentioned that the massive Barnes art collection was not in the art Museum because Dr. Barnes despised the wealthy Philadelphians of his age, and did not want them to appropriate the art of his museum.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;This made me interested, but of course, the story is far more complicated.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I usually form my opinion on things quickly, but now even 3/4 of the way through this book I am not sure which side I am on.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;On the hand, Barnes confronted many of the problems I saw the Philadelphia Museum of Art. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;While working for the museum, I was constantly calling its role into question. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;What is this museum here for?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It is a place for the wealthy to have their “gala” events and parties after hours? Or is it a democratic utopia like on Sundays when visitors are allowed to pay what they wish?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;My biggest concern with the Museum was what I call its “manifest destiny” attitude. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Pack in as many visitors as possible.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sell them memberships – more, more and more.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There is a feeling at the museum that at any moment the floor will fall, the museum will go bankrupt and it will all be over.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I bought into this.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But then how to explain all of the expansion plans? &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The museum plans to increase its size considerably, and has, through a donor, attained a property next to it. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Does the museum need to be bigger?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My guess is that it does to the people in charge because it affects their reputation. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;There is already more in the art museum than you could possibly enjoy in several visits.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;What is this insatiable need for expansion and money?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;One criticism is that the Barnes is not “democratic.” &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;With its stringent admission policies, it seems this way.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But should it be democratic?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;One thing that troubled me while working in the museum was how little the visitors seemed to care about the art. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Many people seemed to treat it like a walk in a nice park. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Instead of enjoying the art, they seemed to be more concerned with seeing everything, and of course their attention is always drawn to the obvious.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They come in, burn themselves out in about two galleries and then leave. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Barnes always claimed his museum was for working people.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;People who claimed a working class background were always admitted, and some wealthy people even lied about their background to get in.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;At the same time, he said his museum was not for the “rabble.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He intended his museum to be a school, where people would come in and take the art seriously.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But then how to explain him kicking people out for criticizing the collection?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Should people who go to museums be forced into an educational experience?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;        Right now I am leaning against Barnes’s philosophy. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;We always want people to take our passions as seriously as we do. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;When I talk to people about legal issues now I always expect them to have done legal research before they give me criticisms about the infamous “coffee spill” incident. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;A lot of people have strange notions about the law, and they repeat them wherever they go. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;A good example is “if you ask an undercover cop if he is a cop and he says no it is entrapment.” &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I have to remember that everyone doesn’t have time to do legal research before they open their mouth about the law, but that doesn’t mean they shouldn’t be able to talk about it. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;In the same way, I saw a lot of people just breeze through the museum and spend 3-4 seconds on paintings that one could spend weeks studying – but they leave happy. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;If we forced people into classes to view art it would probably ruin it for them.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Just because art was Dr. Barnes’s passion does not mean everyone should dedicate their lives to it in order to enjoy it. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421855-115953694408678763?l=bkriplur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bkriplur.blogspot.com/feeds/115953694408678763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421855&amp;postID=115953694408678763&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421855/posts/default/115953694408678763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421855/posts/default/115953694408678763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bkriplur.blogspot.com/2006/09/barnes.html' title='Barnes'/><author><name>B. Kriplur</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421855.post-115929356856562049</id><published>2006-09-26T13:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T16:12:22.941-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Animals?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I love that blissful period after you change your email address when you don’t get any spam mails.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Recently I changed the gmail, and it has been some time since I received spam.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Today however, a new period in the history of my gmail account was ushered in with these words:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Stuppid but  girlss going crazyy with horses and giannt ______! Animall_like F_____ orggies!”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;"Animal F___ Orgy" may be a good name for my next metal band.  Maybe "Satanic Animal F___ Orgy."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421855-115929356856562049?l=bkriplur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bkriplur.blogspot.com/feeds/115929356856562049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421855&amp;postID=115929356856562049&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421855/posts/default/115929356856562049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421855/posts/default/115929356856562049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bkriplur.blogspot.com/2006/09/animals.html' title='Animals?'/><author><name>B. Kriplur</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421855.post-115699405968788586</id><published>2006-08-30T23:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T16:12:22.789-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Talking Sense</title><content type='html'>“Back when kids just got a good night’s sleep and took the SAT, it was a leveler that helped you find the diamond in the rough. Now that most of the great scores are affluent kids with lots of preparation, it just increases the gap between the haves and the have-nots.’’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2006/08/31/education/31sat.html?hp&amp;ex=1156996800&amp;amp;en=440990f514aeaac8&amp;ei=5094&amp;amp;partner=homepage"&gt;HERE &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421855-115699405968788586?l=bkriplur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bkriplur.blogspot.com/feeds/115699405968788586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421855&amp;postID=115699405968788586&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421855/posts/default/115699405968788586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421855/posts/default/115699405968788586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bkriplur.blogspot.com/2006/08/talking-sense.html' title='Talking Sense'/><author><name>B. Kriplur</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421855.post-115556698418242375</id><published>2006-08-14T10:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T16:12:22.589-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Slaya</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;There is a review of Slayer's new album in the &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2006/08/14/arts/music/14choi.html?_r=1&amp;ref=music&amp;amp;oref=slogin"&gt;New York times&lt;/a&gt;. It's a good review, and it says something about metal that I have been trying to convince people of for a long time - that metal bands, in all of their violent lyrics, are just singing (screaming, growling) about things that "respectable" people in suits ACTUALLY DO. That is the big difference. The soccer mom can look at a Lamb of God video and be disgusted, but it is the people in suits who are actually doing the things the band is singing about. However, since these brutal things are done by wealthy people in suits, it does not draw the same disgusted response. Metal is an art form that puts all of humanities worst traits on display in a manner that does not ameliorate anything, even if it means venturing into hyperbole. Like the review says, some take comfort in pessimism. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Another point I always try to make is that metal bands, for some reason, have this aura of conservatism even though in all of my time listening to metal I cannot name one conservative metal band. I remember a review of an Opeth (female led, extremely anti-war band) album in the metro which said "in this usually conservative genre, Opeth is anti war," which is not accurate. Metal bands are overwhelmingly left wing. Master of Puppets, considered by many to be the best metal album of all time, is entirely an anti-war album (as is "Justice for All," Metallica's next CD). Lamb of God's last album was also entirely anti-war, and even features a voice over of a marine describing some of things done in Iraq.  These are some lyrics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bombs to set the people free, blood to feed the dollar tree,&lt;br /&gt;Flags for coffins on the screen, oil for the machine.&lt;br /&gt;Army of liberation, gunpoint indoctrination,&lt;br /&gt;The fires of sedation,&lt;br /&gt;Fulfill the prophecy.&lt;br /&gt;Now you've got something to die for,&lt;br /&gt;Send the children to the fire, sons and daughters stack the pyre,&lt;br /&gt;Stoke the flame of the empire, live to lie another day,&lt;br /&gt;Face of hypocrisy, raping democracy,&lt;br /&gt;Apocalyptic, we count the days."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Metal was made and flourished in the Reagan years, and some even attribute the rise of conservatism in America with the rise of metal. To this day, Gwar brings the "Reaganator" robot out on stage, which it slays in effigy (as well as George Bush, and at the concert I saw - Pope Ratzinger)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These bands are not trying to save the world, like any other art form, they are merely portraying something.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421855-115556698418242375?l=bkriplur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bkriplur.blogspot.com/feeds/115556698418242375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421855&amp;postID=115556698418242375&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421855/posts/default/115556698418242375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421855/posts/default/115556698418242375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bkriplur.blogspot.com/2006/08/slaya.html' title='Slaya'/><author><name>B. Kriplur</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421855.post-115480289120021297</id><published>2006-08-05T14:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T16:12:22.394-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fearul Symmetry</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;font-size:85%;" &gt;“What,” it will be Question'd, “When the Sun rises, do you not see a round disk of fire somewhat like a  Guinea?”  O no, no, I see an Innumerable company of the Heavenly host crying, “Holy, Holy, Holy is the Lord God Almighty.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Hallelujah-Chorus perception of the sun makes it a far more real sun than the guinea-sun, because more imagination has gone into perceiving it.  Why, then, should intelligent men reject its reality?  Because they hope that in the guinea-sun they will find their least common denominator and arrive at a common agreement which will point the way to a reality about the sun independent of their perception of it.  The guinea-sun is a sensation assimilated to a general, impersonal, abstract idea.  Blake can see it if he wants to, but when he sees the angels, he is not seeing more “in” the sun but more of it.  He does not see it “emotionally:” There is greater emotional intensity in his perception, but it is not an emotional perception: such a thing is impossible, and to the extent that it is possible it would produce only a confided and maudlin blur-which is exactly what the guinea-sun of “common sense” is.  He sees all that he can see of all that he wants to see; the perceivers of the guinea-sun see all that they want to see of all that they can see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[...]Blake calls the sum of experiences common to normal minds the 'ratio.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Northrope Frye, "Fearul Symmetry: A Study of William Blake."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421855-115480289120021297?l=bkriplur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bkriplur.blogspot.com/feeds/115480289120021297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421855&amp;postID=115480289120021297&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421855/posts/default/115480289120021297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421855/posts/default/115480289120021297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bkriplur.blogspot.com/2006/08/fearul-symmetry.html' title='Fearul Symmetry'/><author><name>B. Kriplur</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421855.post-115457407615350944</id><published>2006-08-02T23:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T16:12:22.191-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Con</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;From Today's Email&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Good Day,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;I hope that this proposal will not be an inconvenience or embarrassment to you. I must not hesitate to confide in you this simple and sincere request business for our mutual benefit. I am James Nimely ,the son of the late Mr. Steve Nimely from Republic of Liberia.My father was a prosperous Gold and Diamond merchant in Monrovia,capital of the Republic of Liberia, my father is a very good friend of our former president Charles Talyor. My family was attacked  by unknown assassins .My mother and sister died instantly but my father died after five days in a private hospital. I didn't know that my father was going to leave me after I had lost my mother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;and sister.  Before my father gave up the ghost,He secretly disclosed to me that he deposited the sum of US$7,000,000.00 (Seven Million US Dollars) in a private finance and security company in DAKAR the capital city of SENEGAL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;I'm presently in Senegal but since I has no experience or interest in this type of business he advised me to seek a reliable and trust worthy business partner who will assist me to secure and transfer this funds abroad strictly for investment purposes and for guidance.Now I am soliciting for your assistance to help me to secure and transfer this fund to your account holding on my behalf and aid me to leave Africa and invest this fund in any meaningful lucrative business in your country. You shall be entitled to a significant portion of the fund..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Waiting anxiously to hear from you so that we can discuss the modalities of this transaction. Thanks for your kind attention and expected positive response.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Yours Sincerely,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;James Nimely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421855-115457407615350944?l=bkriplur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bkriplur.blogspot.com/feeds/115457407615350944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421855&amp;postID=115457407615350944&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421855/posts/default/115457407615350944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421855/posts/default/115457407615350944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bkriplur.blogspot.com/2006/08/con.html' title='A Con'/><author><name>B. Kriplur</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421855.post-115380254767579777</id><published>2006-07-25T00:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T16:12:22.010-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Democracy</title><content type='html'>“Yet by this time [late 1800s] rulers the rulers of the advanced states of Europe, with more or less reluctance, were beginning to recognize not only that 'democracy,' i.e., parliamentary constitution based on a wide suffrage, was inevitable, but also that it would probably be a nuisance but politically harmless.  This discovery had long since been made by the rulers of the United States.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eric Hobsbawm "The Age of Capital 1848-1875" p. 3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421855-115380254767579777?l=bkriplur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bkriplur.blogspot.com/feeds/115380254767579777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421855&amp;postID=115380254767579777&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421855/posts/default/115380254767579777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421855/posts/default/115380254767579777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bkriplur.blogspot.com/2006/07/democracy.html' title='Democracy'/><author><name>B. Kriplur</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421855.post-115380224469596005</id><published>2006-07-25T00:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T16:12:21.846-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bush's Tax Policy: A Return to a Former Time</title><content type='html'>"In his capacity as protector, the noble earned exemption from direct taxation by poll or hearth-tax, although not from the aids or sales taxes.  These, however, took proportionately more from the poor than from the rich.  The assumption was that taxpaying was ignoble...Taxation like usury rested on principles that were anything but clearly defined and so muddled by ad hoc additions, exemptions, and arrangements that it was impossible to count on a definite amount of returns."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barbara W. Tuchman “A Distant Mirror: The Calamitous 14th Century” p. 15.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421855-115380224469596005?l=bkriplur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bkriplur.blogspot.com/feeds/115380224469596005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421855&amp;postID=115380224469596005&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421855/posts/default/115380224469596005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421855/posts/default/115380224469596005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bkriplur.blogspot.com/2006/07/bushs-tax-policy-return-to-former-time.html' title='Bush&apos;s Tax Policy: A Return to a Former Time'/><author><name>B. Kriplur</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421855.post-115360577272629981</id><published>2006-07-22T17:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T16:12:21.666-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Church of the Free Market I</title><content type='html'>“[T]he question of what part institutional or legal changes play in fostering or hindering economic development is too complex for the simple mid-nineteenth century formula: “liberalization creates economic progress.”  The era of expansion had already begun even before the Corn Laws were repealed in britain in 1846.  No doubt liberalization brought all sorts of specific positive results.  Thus Copenhagen began to develop rather more rapidly as a city after the abolition of the “Sound Tolls” which discouraged shipping from entering the Baltic (1957).  But how far the global movement to liberalize was cause, concomitant or consequence of economic expansion must be left an open question.  The only certain thing is that, when other bases for capitalist development were lacking, it did not achieve much by itself.  Nobody liberalized more radically than the Republic of New Granada (Columbia) between 1848 and 1854, but who will say that the great hopes of prosperity of its statemen were realized immediately or at all?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eric Hobsbawm “The Age of Capital 1848-1875” p. 37-38&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421855-115360577272629981?l=bkriplur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bkriplur.blogspot.com/feeds/115360577272629981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421855&amp;postID=115360577272629981&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421855/posts/default/115360577272629981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421855/posts/default/115360577272629981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bkriplur.blogspot.com/2006/07/church-of-free-market-i.html' title='Church of the Free Market I'/><author><name>B. Kriplur</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421855.post-115179620015449473</id><published>2006-07-01T19:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T14:45:49.970-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The most Annoying Cliche</title><content type='html'>Sometimes, after it has finished creating a cliche, the press will do everything in its power to maintain that cliché despite that annoying thing called reality.  In the early nineties the press created the cliché of the Russian person; he or she does not have access to basic necessities, he or she has never seen a microwave or a televison.  Russians live in cramped apartment buildings and basically spend their day dreaming of coming to America so they can stand wide mouthed in front of a supermarket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what it is about this cliché, but the press just absolutely adores it.  There is no force on the planet that could ever dissaude them from using.  Never been to Russia?  Need to write about something Russian?  No problem, just stick to the cliche.  Even if you have been to Russia and you saw something else; stick to the cliche.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is no wonder that my wife is overcome by moronic questions (do you guys have TV?) when she meets new people.  Today in the the local paper (3rd grade reading level) there is a perfect example of this.  It was a nice story about children coming here from Belarus to get medical attention.  Of course, the writer has to drive home the idea that every Slavic person would murder their own grandmother to come to America&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“They stood transfixed by the throng of well-fed Americans in bright, clean clothes. Everything, from the groomed lawns on Summit Avenue to the shiny new cars parked along the street, was new to the children, who live in the radioactive fallout of the Chernobyl disaster.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is with all of the malnourishment stuff?  My wife's family, a normal working class Ukrainian family, eats better than we do in America.  Their diets are hearty, and their meals are not laden with sugar like the food here.  My wife spends a great deal of time in supermarkets trying to find food that isn't synthetic or loaded with sugar.  White bread, as we eat it here, would be unheard of in Ukraine.  If I took a loaf of Wonder Bread to Ukraine they would probably think it was a joke or some mistake made by a novice bread maker.  However, you will never read anything like this in an American newspaper.  If this writer did an expose on my wife's family, he would write “this family has American flags hanging up all over their house.  They haven't eaten in days.  On top of their TV is a picture of a Pop Tart that they worship.  They have yet to see an automobile, though they have heard of the horseless carriage.  When they do get food, it is food that they have grown themselves without pesticides, and horrible bread that is dark and heavy.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has broader implications.  Americans think they are more free and richer than anyone in the world.  On paper we are richer than England for instance, but in England they have universal healthcare and college tuition that they won't be paying back for the rest of their lives.  According to this weeks Economist, America is one of the most unequal countries in the world.  But the average American does not know that.  The average American truly thinks that they don't have cars in Italy, and that anyone would kill to get to this country.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421855-115179620015449473?l=bkriplur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bkriplur.blogspot.com/feeds/115179620015449473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421855&amp;postID=115179620015449473&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421855/posts/default/115179620015449473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421855/posts/default/115179620015449473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bkriplur.blogspot.com/2006/07/most-annoying-cliche.html' title='The most Annoying Cliche'/><author><name>B. Kriplur</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421855.post-115073553875808868</id><published>2006-06-19T12:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T16:12:21.261-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Laibach</title><content type='html'>The &lt;a href="http://vmanapat.googlepages.com/37-Opus-LifeIsLife.mp3"&gt;original Song&lt;/a&gt; Laibach was making fun of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q3SvjSu4R-8"&gt;The Laibach version&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421855-115073553875808868?l=bkriplur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bkriplur.blogspot.com/feeds/115073553875808868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421855&amp;postID=115073553875808868&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421855/posts/default/115073553875808868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421855/posts/default/115073553875808868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bkriplur.blogspot.com/2006/06/laibach.html' title='Laibach'/><author><name>B. Kriplur</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421855.post-115022755769231111</id><published>2006-06-13T15:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T16:12:21.143-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ukrainian Stamps</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2984/456/1600/Stamps_Page_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2984/456/400/Stamps_Page_2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2984/456/1600/Stamps_Page_1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2984/456/400/Stamps_Page_1.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421855-115022755769231111?l=bkriplur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bkriplur.blogspot.com/feeds/115022755769231111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421855&amp;postID=115022755769231111&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421855/posts/default/115022755769231111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421855/posts/default/115022755769231111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bkriplur.blogspot.com/2006/06/ukrainian-stamps.html' title='Ukrainian Stamps'/><author><name>B. Kriplur</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421855.post-115017179697438769</id><published>2006-06-13T00:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T16:12:21.020-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Good Posts</title><content type='html'>on the&lt;a href="http://mauledagain.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_mauledagain_archive.html#114787666483130075"&gt; shortcomings of legal education&lt;/a&gt;, and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mauledagain.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_mauledagain_archive.html#114891749437003522"&gt;taxation during wartime&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;"Politicians have chosen to fight without increasing revenue, imposing rationing, or deferring projects and activities...I happen to think that politicians are reluctant to do what needs to be done because they are more concerned about maintaining their position in office...So our national leaders have chosen to put the cost of the current war on our children and grandchildren. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I am surprised that this idea never occurred to me.  Borrowing to finance the war in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Iraq&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; is a brilliant move on Bush's part because it keeps us from feeling the true impact of the war.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If, as this professor suggests, the cost of the war were taken out of the economy, it would have a drastic effect on our daily lives.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If only Ghandi had known - &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;gas rationing will stop a war faster than childish arguments about “death” and “needless suffering.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Take away people’s ability to spend their weekends buying useless shit at the mall and you may have a revolutionary situation.  This might be a good strategy for the democratic party, but I doubt they would ever interfere with the American public's ability to shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421855-115017179697438769?l=bkriplur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bkriplur.blogspot.com/feeds/115017179697438769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421855&amp;postID=115017179697438769&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421855/posts/default/115017179697438769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421855/posts/default/115017179697438769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bkriplur.blogspot.com/2006/06/two-good-posts.html' title='Two Good Posts'/><author><name>B. Kriplur</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421855.post-114980663488060887</id><published>2006-06-08T18:30:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T16:12:20.874-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mayakovsky</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2984/456/1600/Mayakovsky_Page_5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2984/456/400/Mayakovsky_Page_5.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2984/456/1600/Mayakovsky_Page_4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2984/456/400/Mayakovsky_Page_4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2984/456/1600/Mayakovsky_Page_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2984/456/400/Mayakovsky_Page_3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2984/456/1600/Mayakovsky_Page_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2984/456/400/Mayakovsky_Page_2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2984/456/1600/Mayakovsky_Page_1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2984/456/400/Mayakovsky_Page_1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421855-114980663488060887?l=bkriplur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bkriplur.blogspot.com/feeds/114980663488060887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421855&amp;postID=114980663488060887&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421855/posts/default/114980663488060887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421855/posts/default/114980663488060887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bkriplur.blogspot.com/2006/06/mayakovsky_08.html' title='Mayakovsky'/><author><name>B. Kriplur</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421855.post-114968284591581277</id><published>2006-06-07T08:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T16:12:20.656-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Preliminary Thoughts</title><content type='html'>I would not want to judge all works of art by how well they “make strange” because doing so would exclude a portion of the art that I enjoy.  To judge art in such a manner would be too harsh.  Sometimes we like a piece of art because it reminds us of something.  I would call this “nostalgia.”  We could enjoy a certain kind of movie because it reminds us of the first time the genre made something strange for us, or because the movie reinforces images that we just like to have reinforced.  Noir would be my example of this.  It is an extremely limited genre, yet it only takes a small variation to make it interesting.  L.A. Confidential is a typical noir film, yet it is a great film as well.  Ultimately, I would like to use these theories to show that repetitively viewing formulaic movies and sitcoms is a bad thing because they reinforce automization, but by doing so I will be condemning some of my own tastes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am fascinated by these views because I think they have implications that extend well beyond literature and poetry.  I think we are constantly fighting the process of “automization,” and it is a losing battle.  Anything that can make us stop and begin to enjoy and appreciate our existence is invaluable.  I think reading this stuff has made me realize why I watch movies, read books, or listen to music.  Repetition is painful to me.  The same reason why I found answering phones at the Art Museum excruciating is the reason why I cannot abide formulaic action movies.  My mind rebels.  I remember as a kid my father getting mad at me because every time he took me to play baseball I wanted to make up new games or variations on the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Variation also does not have to be extreme.  The formalists like to point to a lot of extreme examples such as Trsistam Shandy or Finnegans Wake.  While these examples are helpful to describe what the formalists stand for, they are extreme examples that are not the norm.  Perhaps the best variations are the subtle ones; the variations that occur almost without us noticing them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The question I ultimately want answered is whether these theories really can set a standard for what is good art.  Am I being a snob by calling out people who can watch the same action movies with different characters over and over again?  Is their taste any better or worse than mine?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421855-114968284591581277?l=bkriplur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bkriplur.blogspot.com/feeds/114968284591581277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421855&amp;postID=114968284591581277&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421855/posts/default/114968284591581277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421855/posts/default/114968284591581277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bkriplur.blogspot.com/2006/06/preliminary-thoughts.html' title='Preliminary Thoughts'/><author><name>B. Kriplur</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421855.post-114963206624245862</id><published>2006-06-06T18:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T16:12:20.554-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Makin' Strange</title><content type='html'>“Shklovsky’s theory of ‘making strange’ the object depicted switched the emphasis from the poetic use of the image to the function of poetic art.  The trope was seen here as one of the devices at the poet’s disposal, exemplifying the general tendancy of poetry, indeed all art.  The transfer of the object to the sphere of new perception, that is a sui generic “semantic shift” effected by trope, was proclaimed as the principle aim, the raison d’etre of poetry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        “People living at the seashore,” wrote shlovsky, “grow so accustom to the murmur of the waves that they never hear it.  By the same token, we scarcely ever hear words which we utter…We look at each other, but we do not see each other anymore.  Our perception of the world has withered away, what has remained is mere recognition."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        It is this inexorable pull of routine, of habit, that the artist is called upon to counteract.  By tearing the object out of its habitual context, by bringing together disparate notions, the poet gives a coup de grace to the verbal cliché and to the stock responses attendant upon it and forces into heightened of things and their sensory texture.  The act of creative deformation restores sharpness to our perception, giving density (faktura) to the world around us.  “Density is the principle characteristic of this peculiar world of deliberately constructed objects, the totality of which we call art.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[…]&lt;br /&gt;Making strange did not necessarily entail substituting the elaborate for the simple; it could mean just as well the reverse”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------&lt;br /&gt;“But on the whole, Shklovsky’s argument was more typical of Formalism as a rationale for poetic experimentation than as systematic methodology of literary scholarship.  The formalist attempt to solve the fundamental problems of literary theory in close alliance with modern linguistics and semiotics found its most succinct expression in the studies of Roman Jakobson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘The function of poetry,’ wrote Jakobsen in 1933, ‘is to point out that the sign is not identical with its referent.  Why do we need this reminder?  ‘Because’ Jakobsen continued, ‘along with the awreness of the identity of the sign and the referent (A is to A1), we need the consciousness of the inadequacy of this identity (A is not A1); this antinomy is essential, since without it the connection between the sign and the object becomes automatized and the perception of reality withers away.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Russian Formalism History – Doctrine by Victor Erlich p. 176-181&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421855-114963206624245862?l=bkriplur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bkriplur.blogspot.com/feeds/114963206624245862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421855&amp;postID=114963206624245862&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421855/posts/default/114963206624245862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421855/posts/default/114963206624245862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bkriplur.blogspot.com/2006/06/makin-strange.html' title='Makin&apos; Strange'/><author><name>B. Kriplur</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421855.post-114961451509289440</id><published>2006-06-06T13:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T16:12:20.435-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Остранение!</title><content type='html'>Остранение - Остранение - выделение того или иного предмета или явления из привычного контекста, чтобы отнестись к нему как к новому, увидеть в нем новые свойства. При учете этого эффекта строил свою концепцию эстетического восприятия Д. Дьюи - . Б. Брехт определял данный эффект следующим образом: ""вещь... из привычной, известной... превращается в особенную, бросающуюся в глаза, неожиданную. Само собой разумеющееся становится непонятным, но это делается лишь для того, чтобы оно стало более понятным"".&lt;br /&gt;   Литература.&lt;br /&gt;   Шкловский В.Б. Теория прозы. М., 1925.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421855-114961451509289440?l=bkriplur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bkriplur.blogspot.com/feeds/114961451509289440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421855&amp;postID=114961451509289440&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421855/posts/default/114961451509289440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421855/posts/default/114961451509289440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bkriplur.blogspot.com/2006/06/blog-post.html' title='Остранение!'/><author><name>B. Kriplur</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421855.post-114955715946403716</id><published>2006-06-05T21:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T16:12:20.324-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Semiotics</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Views on Literature &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Viktor Shklovsky&lt;/span&gt;: The devices of art have the central function of "making strange," causing a renewal of perception against the background of the process of automation in which we become used to everyday actions and perceptions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yuri Tynyanov &lt;/span&gt;– “Theory of Literary Evolution” – Literature is a system whose devices tend to become automated…as a consequence new innovative devices are introduced within the system to guarantee its literariness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421855-114955715946403716?l=bkriplur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bkriplur.blogspot.com/feeds/114955715946403716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421855&amp;postID=114955715946403716&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421855/posts/default/114955715946403716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421855/posts/default/114955715946403716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bkriplur.blogspot.com/2006/06/some-semiotics.html' title='Some Semiotics'/><author><name>B. Kriplur</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421855.post-114947903665674679</id><published>2006-06-04T23:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T16:12:20.184-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Estate Tax Bullshit</title><content type='html'>"The mere fact that the prospect of permanently repealing the Estates tax is on the table is deeply troubling enough, and speaks volumes about the current ills of democracy in America. In particular the extent to which a few wealthy families can wield so much political power."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://colinfarrelly.blogspot.com/2006/06/estate-tax-repeal-for-real.html"&gt;HERE. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421855-114947903665674679?l=bkriplur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bkriplur.blogspot.com/feeds/114947903665674679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421855&amp;postID=114947903665674679&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421855/posts/default/114947903665674679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421855/posts/default/114947903665674679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bkriplur.blogspot.com/2006/06/estate-tax-bullshit.html' title='Estate Tax Bullshit'/><author><name>B. Kriplur</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421855.post-114936692557833307</id><published>2006-06-03T16:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T16:12:20.080-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Moscow Stories - Loren Graham</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2984/456/1600/moscowstories.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2984/456/320/moscowstories.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        I finished “Moscow Stories” by Loren Graham today.  I picked it up at random at my local public library, which surprisingly stills carries books and not just trashy DVDs.  The book seemed to be unexceptional at first glance; an American scientist writes about his experiences in Russia from 1960 to 2005.  However, the book turned out to be something more than a tourist mundanely relating his experiences.  Graham lived and studied in the Soviet Union at a time when very few people could, and he writes about not only what he saw, but also his friendships at the time, and how those friendships eventually turned out.    A interesting story about an amazing life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421855-114936692557833307?l=bkriplur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bkriplur.blogspot.com/feeds/114936692557833307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421855&amp;postID=114936692557833307&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421855/posts/default/114936692557833307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421855/posts/default/114936692557833307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bkriplur.blogspot.com/2006/06/moscow-stories-loren-graham.html' title='Moscow Stories - Loren Graham'/><author><name>B. Kriplur</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421855.post-114893150507310337</id><published>2006-05-29T15:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T16:12:19.948-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ben Stein</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://finance.yahoo.com/columnist/article/yourlife/4780"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;"In many U.S. states, if you rob a convenience store with a gun and get $40, you go to prison for 20 years and you should. If you sell marijuana and are caught three times, you go to prison in some states for life -- even if no one was really injured. If you're a black kid who steals a bicycle, you go to jail in many places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what if you use cunning stock-option plays to unethically make hundreds of millions? Then, you get a Gulfstream Jet, ski chalets, and nine-figure bank accounts. "&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421855-114893150507310337?l=bkriplur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bkriplur.blogspot.com/feeds/114893150507310337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421855&amp;postID=114893150507310337&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421855/posts/default/114893150507310337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421855/posts/default/114893150507310337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bkriplur.blogspot.com/2006/05/ben-stein.html' title='Ben Stein'/><author><name>B. Kriplur</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421855.post-114888048298412540</id><published>2006-05-29T01:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T16:12:19.811-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Calculations.</title><content type='html'>"Users could download as many of the songs and films as they liked after paying a four lev ($2.50) monthly fee. Authorities estimate the damage to the entertainment industry at around $30 million."  &lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;The rest is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: courier new;" href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/nm/20060527/tc_nm/crime_bulgaria_piracy_dc"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;I hate when they do this.  They always "estimate" the damage to the music industry.  Something tells me that when they do this they calculate it so it is as if everyone who downloaded the song would have purchased it if they were not able to download it.  Pure bullshit.  I imagine the actual amount of people who would have purchased the CD but decided not to becuase they could download it is ridiculously low.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421855-114888048298412540?l=bkriplur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bkriplur.blogspot.com/feeds/114888048298412540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421855&amp;postID=114888048298412540&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421855/posts/default/114888048298412540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421855/posts/default/114888048298412540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bkriplur.blogspot.com/2006/05/calculations.html' title='Calculations.'/><author><name>B. Kriplur</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421855.post-114876908052732181</id><published>2006-05-27T18:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T16:12:19.690-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Treading Air</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/exec/obidos/ASIN/1843430363/qid=1148768449/sr=8-2/ref=sr_8_xs_ap_i2_xgl/202-1456468-5209455"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://images-eu.amazon.com/images/P/1843430363.01.LZZZZZZZ.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    A lot of my favorite books are the kind that span two generations.  By the end of the book, you feel as though the events that occurred in the beginning are as distant as your own earliest memories.  The span of time that goes from pre to post-soviet rule in Estonia provides a great setting for this kind of story because of the contrast of those years.     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    This book describes the German and then subsequent Soviet take over of Estonia well.  The main character is in the midst of many of these events and historical personalities.  The book is written about, and around Estonian history, but that does not detract from the universal aspects of the story – such as all of the things that can conspire to thwart potential ranging from asshole family members to geopolitical events.  At the same time though, the characters do not seem to be in the position to dwell on their fate.  That probably would have ruined the story.  A lesser writer probably would have driven the point home ad nauseum.  The further away from the black and white take on reality the closer you get to literature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“He was dosing off on Charlotte’s couch, when the thought had suddenly struck him: God could simply be playing a trick on me!  He could exist after all – but will refrain from punishing me for my theft and lies until I am no longer able to associate the punishment with my deeds!&lt;br /&gt;    I asked: “And how did you get out of that one?”&lt;br /&gt;    He said: “On that occasion – simply by forgetting.”&lt;br /&gt;p. 27&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of offering them oral and financial support, which he undoubtedly could have afforded, Uncle Joonas announced (and there were always ears to hear, and mouths to discuss such information) that his sister in law and her son were themselves to blame for their misfortune, well, not chiefly to blame, but certainly in part.  But he, Dr. Berends, was said to treat them on the same premise as he did his patients.  He would not treat alcoholics since they were largely to blame for their own misfortune.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p. 106&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421855-114876908052732181?l=bkriplur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bkriplur.blogspot.com/feeds/114876908052732181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421855&amp;postID=114876908052732181&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421855/posts/default/114876908052732181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421855/posts/default/114876908052732181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bkriplur.blogspot.com/2006/05/treading-air.html' title='Treading Air'/><author><name>B. Kriplur</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421855.post-114739304911132777</id><published>2006-05-11T20:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T16:12:19.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Law School</title><content type='html'>First year is finished.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421855-114739304911132777?l=bkriplur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bkriplur.blogspot.com/feeds/114739304911132777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421855&amp;postID=114739304911132777&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421855/posts/default/114739304911132777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421855/posts/default/114739304911132777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bkriplur.blogspot.com/2006/05/law-school.html' title='Law School'/><author><name>B. Kriplur</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421855.post-114739277731252731</id><published>2006-05-11T20:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T16:12:19.414-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gas</title><content type='html'>Keep gas prices &lt;a href="http://www.becker-posner-blog.com/archives/2006/04/the_gasoline_pr.html"&gt;high&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421855-114739277731252731?l=bkriplur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bkriplur.blogspot.com/feeds/114739277731252731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421855&amp;postID=114739277731252731&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421855/posts/default/114739277731252731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421855/posts/default/114739277731252731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bkriplur.blogspot.com/2006/05/gas.html' title='Gas'/><author><name>B. Kriplur</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421855.post-114727550518593825</id><published>2006-05-10T11:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T16:12:19.270-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuck Your Goji Berries Lady!</title><content type='html'>There is a health food store down the street from me that drives me nuts.  First, they charge at least double what is charged in Whole Foods (already an expensive store) and sometimes 3 to 4 times more than Trader Joe’s.  However, the thing that really ticks me off is all of the bullshit claims that the store owner and the product packaging make.  They sell these “Goji” berries like crack.  They are all over the store.  From what I have read, they do seem to be a nutritional food, but of course, just because they come from China (if they were in fact grown there), the packaging is filled with additional claims like “helps chi” and all kinds of other shit. &lt;br /&gt;    The thing that really irks me about it is that the only reason those claims are made is because the product is allegedly grown in China.  Some health food establishments really buy into (and more importantly sell) this notion that just because something is Asian it is “mystical.”  Just imagine if the common lemon was only grown in Malaysia, I’m sure all of these stores would be carrying “Malaysian” Lemons and making all kinds of claims about how they “help your chi,” and “help you shit faster.”  The woman who owns the store is probably filthy rich but doesn’t consider herself so because she wears faux Indian outfits instead of lipstick and a business suit.&lt;br /&gt;    I want to open an electronics store that does the same thing.  “This Sony Television is made in the Himalayas by monks, it will increase your chi and allow you to live to 140 years old.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What ever happened to Grain?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421855-114727550518593825?l=bkriplur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bkriplur.blogspot.com/feeds/114727550518593825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421855&amp;postID=114727550518593825&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421855/posts/default/114727550518593825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421855/posts/default/114727550518593825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bkriplur.blogspot.com/2006/05/fuck-your-goji-berries-lady.html' title='Fuck Your Goji Berries Lady!'/><author><name>B. Kriplur</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421855.post-114726392719542175</id><published>2006-05-10T08:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T16:12:19.128-05:00</updated><title type='text'>News</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Good Article about kids using agencies to get in to schools (as the plagarist did)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: courier new;" href="http://www.newyorkmetro.com/news/imperialcity/16935/"&gt;New York Metro&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The schadenfreude also has a righteous tint: Just as the Duke-lacrosse-team case confirms ugly stereotypes about privileged white jocks, Kaavya Viswanathan, the only child of a brain surgeon and gynecologist, confirms the invidious stereotype of privileged meritocrats gone wild. She is a flagrant example of the hard-charging freaks that our culture grooms and prods so many of its best and brightest children to become, a case study in one sociopathology of the adolescent overclass."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: courier new;" href="http://english.pravda.ru/opinion/columnists/10-05-2006/80036-America-0"&gt;Pravda&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; is a really shitty paper, and this is a shitty article, but I liked one paragraph:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Reflecting upon Modernity, one is compelled to consider the centuries of European monasticism, which produced so much of Europe’s intellectual heritage. Yet one marvels today at the contempt with which contemporary &lt;a href="http://english.pravda.ru/filing/American_society/"&gt;American society&lt;/a&gt; holds the monks of centuries past. Asceticism and celibacy are ridiculed by Americans. "&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421855-114726392719542175?l=bkriplur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bkriplur.blogspot.com/feeds/114726392719542175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421855&amp;postID=114726392719542175&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421855/posts/default/114726392719542175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421855/posts/default/114726392719542175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bkriplur.blogspot.com/2006/05/news.html' title='News'/><author><name>B. Kriplur</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421855.post-114710409659986042</id><published>2006-05-08T11:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T16:12:18.972-05:00</updated><title type='text'>John Selden</title><content type='html'>Picked up a random book of Seventeeth Century Prose from the library (it was laying outside the front door).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John Seldon:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marriage&lt;br /&gt;1. Of all actions of a man's life his marriage does least concern other people, yet of all actions of our life 'tis most meddled with by other people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421855-114710409659986042?l=bkriplur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bkriplur.blogspot.com/feeds/114710409659986042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421855&amp;postID=114710409659986042&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421855/posts/default/114710409659986042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421855/posts/default/114710409659986042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bkriplur.blogspot.com/2006/05/john-selden.html' title='John Selden'/><author><name>B. Kriplur</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421855.post-114666556397434879</id><published>2006-05-03T10:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T16:12:18.859-05:00</updated><title type='text'>FUN</title><content type='html'>"Announcing the TMN “Sloppy Seconds With Opal Mehta” Contest, where you, as “writer,” plagiarize as much as you want, for a sort-of original story. Start cribbing now—the entry deadline is in two weeks!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.themorningnews.org/archives/contest/steal_this_book_and_that_book_and_that_book.php"&gt;HERE &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421855-114666556397434879?l=bkriplur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bkriplur.blogspot.com/feeds/114666556397434879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421855&amp;postID=114666556397434879&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421855/posts/default/114666556397434879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421855/posts/default/114666556397434879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bkriplur.blogspot.com/2006/05/fun.html' title='FUN'/><author><name>B. Kriplur</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421855.post-114592633193727574</id><published>2006-04-24T20:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T16:12:18.725-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Exile</title><content type='html'>This magazine just continues to amaze me.  When the whole country is buying into James Frey’s laughable white middle class fantasy, the Exile was there to point out how utterly absurd Frey's book is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the first article that I have read that points out &lt;a href="http://www.exile.ru/2006-April-21/columbines_most_wanted.html"&gt;this aspect&lt;/a&gt; of the Columbine Massacre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The disappointing thing is that the only place I have come across these ideas is an expat magazine in Russia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421855-114592633193727574?l=bkriplur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bkriplur.blogspot.com/feeds/114592633193727574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421855&amp;postID=114592633193727574&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421855/posts/default/114592633193727574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421855/posts/default/114592633193727574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bkriplur.blogspot.com/2006/04/exile.html' title='Exile'/><author><name>B. Kriplur</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421855.post-114562271477134396</id><published>2006-04-21T08:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T16:12:18.620-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Semiotics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.uvm.edu/%7Etstreete/semiotics_and_ads/introduction.html"&gt;Semiotics Slideshow&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421855-114562271477134396?l=bkriplur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bkriplur.blogspot.com/feeds/114562271477134396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421855&amp;postID=114562271477134396&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421855/posts/default/114562271477134396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421855/posts/default/114562271477134396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bkriplur.blogspot.com/2006/04/semiotics.html' title='Semiotics'/><author><name>B. Kriplur</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421855.post-114554151173490080</id><published>2006-04-20T09:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T16:12:18.500-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Google Print</title><content type='html'>The other day I realized that Google had finally put up a number of the books it had been scanning from a number of libraries (Harvard, Michigan, NY, Oxford).  I know there has been a lot of controversy about this.  Publishers contend that if Google has a database of every book it can get its hands on, then somehow people will stop buying books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After using the service though, I am unequivocally on the side of Google in this.  First, I think the chance of true copyright infringement is negligible.  If you are only allowed to get excerpts for books that are copyright protected, it is no different than using any other indexing service.  It is true that Google stands to make a lot of money from advertising revenue, but to me that seems a small matter when compared to the potential gains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those gains seem incredible and revolutionary.  Books that are hundreds of years old will suddenly become part of the intellectual world again.  For instance, I searched for the Ukrainian poet Taras Schevchenko and I found a &lt;a href="http://books.google.com/books?id=NvGWK-d0GbcC&amp;vid=LCCN08020433&amp;amp;dq=schevchenko&amp;ie=UTF-8&amp;amp;as_brr=1&amp;jtp=458"&gt;magazine article&lt;/a&gt; from Macmillan’s written in 1885, twenty four years after Schevchenko’s death.  Normally, this article would be lost to time.  It would no longer be available to the general public and thus not a part of the overall dialogue.  Now it has been revived.  I only wish Google would copy faster.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421855-114554151173490080?l=bkriplur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bkriplur.blogspot.com/feeds/114554151173490080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421855&amp;postID=114554151173490080&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421855/posts/default/114554151173490080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421855/posts/default/114554151173490080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bkriplur.blogspot.com/2006/04/google-print.html' title='Google Print'/><author><name>B. Kriplur</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421855.post-114485460830219759</id><published>2006-04-12T11:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T16:12:18.379-05:00</updated><title type='text'>April 12</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2984/456/1600/Gagarin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2984/456/400/Gagarin.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From NYT&lt;br /&gt;"Yuri Gagarin, the Russian cosmonaut who was the first man to travel into space, returned to the front pages of nearly every Russian newspaper today in commemoration of the 45th anniversary of his flight, on April 12, 1961."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421855-114485460830219759?l=bkriplur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bkriplur.blogspot.com/feeds/114485460830219759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421855&amp;postID=114485460830219759&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421855/posts/default/114485460830219759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421855/posts/default/114485460830219759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bkriplur.blogspot.com/2006/04/april-12.html' title='April 12'/><author><name>B. Kriplur</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421855.post-114468119048372746</id><published>2006-04-10T10:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T16:12:18.199-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Student Government and Ideology</title><content type='html'>I guess it is Student Bar Association election time again because people are handing out candy with their names on it.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I was really surprised to find out that this stuff goes on at this level of educational system, but at the same time I don’t want to be a stick in the mud about it.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I don’t see any posters, so I guess they are not allowed – but if there were posters, I would run under the “one party, one ideology” platform.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I would have large posters proclaiming:&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Free Healthcare for all law students&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;li&gt;Doubling the size of the SBA government, and requiring a course in Hegel for all members.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;li&gt;The honor board will be dissolved and replaced with the “SBA Honor Board,” which will be an appointed position.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I spoke to a libertarian last semester, and he told me he has plans to run and reduce the SBA government by half and pass on the savings to all students.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;We can’t allow this to happen! &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421855-114468119048372746?l=bkriplur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bkriplur.blogspot.com/feeds/114468119048372746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421855&amp;postID=114468119048372746&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421855/posts/default/114468119048372746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421855/posts/default/114468119048372746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bkriplur.blogspot.com/2006/04/student-government-and-ideology.html' title='Student Government and Ideology'/><author><name>B. Kriplur</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421855.post-114411381533614722</id><published>2006-04-03T21:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T16:12:18.093-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Agamemnon (Aeschylus)</title><content type='html'>CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;“Zeus has led us on to know&lt;br /&gt;The helmsman lays it down as law&lt;br /&gt;That we must suffer, suffer into truth.&lt;br /&gt;We cannot sleep, and drop by drop at the heart&lt;br /&gt;The pain of pain remembered comes again&lt;br /&gt;And we resist, but ripeness comes as well.&lt;br /&gt;From the gods enthroned on the awesome rowing-bench&lt;br /&gt;There comes a violent love.”&lt;br /&gt; 177-184&lt;br /&gt;-----------------&lt;br /&gt;Let there be less suffering…&lt;br /&gt;Give us the sense to live on what we need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bastions of wealth&lt;br /&gt;Are no defense for the man&lt;br /&gt;Who treads the grand altar of justice&lt;br /&gt;Down and out of sight.&lt;br /&gt;381-386&lt;br /&gt;-------------&lt;br /&gt;The reach for power can recoil&lt;br /&gt;The bolt of god can strike you at a glance.&lt;br /&gt;461-462&lt;br /&gt;------------&lt;br /&gt;AGAMEMNON&lt;br /&gt;The beast of Argos, foals of the wild mare,&lt;br /&gt;thousands massed in armor rose on the night&lt;br /&gt;the Pleiades went down, and crashing through&lt;br /&gt;their walls our bloody lion lapped its fill,&lt;br /&gt;gorging on the blood of kings.&lt;br /&gt;810-813&lt;br /&gt;-------------&lt;br /&gt;CASSANDRA&lt;br /&gt;Oh men your destiny.&lt;br /&gt;When all is well a shadow can overturn it.&lt;br /&gt;When trouble comes a stroke of the wet sponge,&lt;br /&gt;and the pictures blotted out.  And that,&lt;br /&gt;I think that breaks the heart.&lt;br /&gt;1350-1354&lt;br /&gt;-----------&lt;br /&gt;LEADER&lt;br /&gt;You’re brave, believe me, full of gallant heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CASSANDRA&lt;br /&gt;Only the wretched go with praise like that.&lt;br /&gt;1324-1325&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421855-114411381533614722?l=bkriplur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bkriplur.blogspot.com/feeds/114411381533614722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421855&amp;postID=114411381533614722&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421855/posts/default/114411381533614722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421855/posts/default/114411381533614722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bkriplur.blogspot.com/2006/04/agamemnon-aeschylus.html' title='Agamemnon (Aeschylus)'/><author><name>B. Kriplur</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421855.post-114411295711440364</id><published>2006-04-03T21:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T16:12:17.973-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Trial</title><content type='html'>“But under the beards – and this was K.’s real discovery – badges of various sizes and colors gleamed on their coat collars.  They all wore these badges, so far as he could see.  They were all colleagues, these ostensible parties of the right and left, and as he turned round suddenly he saw the same badges on the coat collar of the Examining Magistrate.” 59.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K. turned toward the stairs to make his way up to the Court of Inquiry, but then came to a standstill again, for in addition to this staircase he could see in the courtyard three other separate flights of stairs and besides these a little passage at the other end which seemed to lead into a second courtyard.  He was annoyed that he had not been given more definite information about the room, these people showed a strange negligence or indifference in their treatment of him. Franz Kafka The Trial 44 (1937)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421855-114411295711440364?l=bkriplur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bkriplur.blogspot.com/feeds/114411295711440364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421855&amp;postID=114411295711440364&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421855/posts/default/114411295711440364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421855/posts/default/114411295711440364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bkriplur.blogspot.com/2006/04/trial.html' title='The Trial'/><author><name>B. Kriplur</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421855.post-114334192042573686</id><published>2006-03-25T21:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T16:12:17.851-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pripyat (Chernobyl)</title><content type='html'>The beauty of &lt;a href="http://pripyat.com/en/photo_gallery/pripyat/1/"&gt;ghost towns&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421855-114334192042573686?l=bkriplur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bkriplur.blogspot.com/feeds/114334192042573686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421855&amp;postID=114334192042573686&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421855/posts/default/114334192042573686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421855/posts/default/114334192042573686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bkriplur.blogspot.com/2006/03/pripyat-chernobyl.html' title='Pripyat (Chernobyl)'/><author><name>B. Kriplur</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421855.post-114290433874546400</id><published>2006-03-20T20:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T16:12:17.736-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Harper's Wins Again</title><content type='html'>“Capatlism, not christiantity or the enlightenment, is what most defines our national character”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“…do Christian Republicans truly not understand the fundamental ways in which an unfettered corporate capitalism betrays Christ’s ethical vision and their own economic well being?  (It is an astonishing irony that many of these religious anti-Darwinians are in their politics economics the most uncompromising Social Darwinians, with naïve and self defeating assumption of the virtue of competition.  Of course, the people of “lowest development” to be “weeded out,” as Herbert Spencer put it, are demonstratably themselves!)  Most fantastically, do Christian Republicans really not recognize their own perverse marriage with secular rationalism?  Or that there is an unacknowledged alliance between pragmatic, ultra rational needs of corporate capitalism and the blarney of Christian cleansing through the “social values” movement?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The Spirit of Disobediance: An Invitation to Resistance” By Curtis White – Harper’s Magazine April 2006 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The article is really about confronting our culture of “duty and legality” – duty in that “Evil when we are in its power is not felt as evil but as necessity, or even a duty.” (Simon Weil quote).  It incorporates a lot of the criticisms of Thoreau.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421855-114290433874546400?l=bkriplur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bkriplur.blogspot.com/feeds/114290433874546400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421855&amp;postID=114290433874546400&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421855/posts/default/114290433874546400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421855/posts/default/114290433874546400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bkriplur.blogspot.com/2006/03/harpers-wins-again.html' title='Harper&apos;s Wins Again'/><author><name>B. Kriplur</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421855.post-114209168129989981</id><published>2006-03-11T10:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T16:12:17.611-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Huysmans</title><content type='html'>Huysmans ch. 14&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;“Finding himself unable to harmonize, save at rare intervals, with the environment in which he lives and not discovering sufficient distraction in the pleasures of observation and analysis, in the examination of the environment and its people, he feels in himself the dawning of strange ideas. Confused desires for other lands awake and are clarified by reflection and study. Instincts, sensations and thoughts bequeathed by heredity, awake, grow fixed, assert themselves with an imperious assurance. He recalls memories of beings and things he has never really known and a time comes when he escapes from the penitentiary of his age and roves, in full liberty, into another epoch with which, through a last illusion, he seems more in harmony.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;With some, it is a return to vanished ages, to extinct civilizations, to dead epochs; with others, it is an urge towards a fantastic future, to a more or less intense vision of a period about to dawn, whose image, by an effect of atavism of which he is unaware, is a&lt;br/&gt;reproduction of some past age.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Nietzsche, Gay Science 10&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;“I prefer to understand the rare human beings of an age as suddenly appearing, late ghosts of past cultures and their powers: as atavisms of a people and its mores – that way one can really &lt;em&gt;understand &lt;/em&gt;something about them.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;They now seem strange, rare, extraordinary, and whoever feels these powers in himself must burse, defend, honor, and cultivate them against another world that resists them: and so he becomes either a great human being or an eccentric one, unless he perishes too soon.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Formerly, these same qualities were common and therefore considered ordinary: they weren’t distinguishing.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;They were perhaps demanded, presupposed; it wasn’t impossible to become great through them, if only because there was also no danger of becoming mad and lonely through them.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;It is principally in the generations and castes that conserve a people that we find such recrudescences of old instincts, while such atavism is highly improbable where races, and habits and valuations change too rapidly.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;For tempo is as significant a power in the development of peoples as in music: in our case what is absolutely necessary is an andante of development, as the tempo of a passionate and slow spirit – and that is after what the spirit of conservative generations is like.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421855-114209168129989981?l=bkriplur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bkriplur.blogspot.com/feeds/114209168129989981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421855&amp;postID=114209168129989981&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421855/posts/default/114209168129989981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421855/posts/default/114209168129989981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bkriplur.blogspot.com/2006/03/huysmans.html' title='Huysmans'/><author><name>B. Kriplur</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421855.post-114204886902444999</id><published>2006-03-10T22:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T16:12:17.495-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Huysmans Galore</title><content type='html'>“He Felt nothing of that hunger for mortification and prayer without which, if we are to believe the majority of priests, no conversion is possible; nor did he feel any desire to invoke God whose mercy struck him as extremely problematical.  At the same time the affection he still had for his old masters led him to take an interest in their works and doctrines; and the recollection of the inimitable accents of conviction, the passionate voices of those highly intelligent men made him doubt the quality and strength of his own intellect.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The church was the only body to have preserved the art of past centuries, the lost beauty of the ages.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Schopenhauer: “His theory of pessimism was the great comforter of superior minds and lofty souls.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Nor could he forget the poetic and poignant atmosphere of Catholicism in which he had been steeped as a boy, and whose essence he had absorbed through every pore.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421855-114204886902444999?l=bkriplur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bkriplur.blogspot.com/feeds/114204886902444999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421855&amp;postID=114204886902444999&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421855/posts/default/114204886902444999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421855/posts/default/114204886902444999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bkriplur.blogspot.com/2006/03/huysmans-galore.html' title='Huysmans Galore'/><author><name>B. Kriplur</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421855.post-114201673527074573</id><published>2006-03-10T13:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T16:12:17.382-05:00</updated><title type='text'>More Huysmans</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Huysmans Chapter 6 p. 69&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I was doing was parabolizing secular instruction, allegorizing universal education, which is well on the way to turning everybody into a Langlois: instead of permanently and mercifully putting out the eyes of the poor, it does its best to force them wide open, so that they may see all around them lives of less merit and greater comfort, pleasures that are keener and more voluptuous, and therefore sweeter and more desirable.&lt;br /&gt;[…]&lt;br /&gt;It follows that the more we try to polish the minds and refine the nervous systems of the under  privileged, the more we shall be developing in their hearts the atrociously active germs of hatred and moral suffering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nietzsche - Beyond Good and evil 258&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;society is not allowed to exist for its own sake, but only as a foundation and scaffolding, by means of which a select class of beings may be able to elevate themselves to their higher duties, and in general to a higher existence: like those sun-seeking climbing plants in Java—they are called sipo matador—which encircle an oak so long and so often with their arms, until at last, high above it, but supported by it, they can unfold their tops in the open light, and exhibit their happiness. —&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421855-114201673527074573?l=bkriplur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bkriplur.blogspot.com/feeds/114201673527074573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421855&amp;postID=114201673527074573&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421855/posts/default/114201673527074573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421855/posts/default/114201673527074573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bkriplur.blogspot.com/2006/03/more-huysmans.html' title='More Huysmans'/><author><name>B. Kriplur</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421855.post-114201539858187324</id><published>2006-03-10T13:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T16:12:17.297-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Joris-Karl Huysmans</title><content type='html'>Chapter 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artifice, besides, seemed to Des Esseintes the final distinctive mark&lt;br /&gt;of man's genius.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nature had had her day, as he put it. By the disgusting sameness of&lt;br /&gt;her landscapes and skies, she had once for all wearied the considerate&lt;br /&gt;patience of aesthetes. Really, what dullness! the dullness of the&lt;br /&gt;specialist confined to his narrow work. What manners! the manners of&lt;br /&gt;the tradesman offering one particular ware to the exclusion of all&lt;br /&gt;others. What a monotonous storehouse of fields and trees! What a banal&lt;br /&gt;agency of mountains and seas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is not one of her inventions, no matter how subtle or imposing&lt;br /&gt;it may be, which human genius cannot create; no Fontainebleau forest,&lt;br /&gt;no moonlight which a scenic setting flooded with electricity cannot&lt;br /&gt;produce; no waterfall which hydraulics cannot imitate to perfection;&lt;br /&gt;no rock which pasteboard cannot be made to resemble; no flower which&lt;br /&gt;taffetas and delicately painted papers cannot simulate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There can be no doubt about it: this eternal, driveling, old woman is&lt;br /&gt;no longer admired by true artists, and the moment has come to replace&lt;br /&gt;her by artifice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Closely observe that work of hers which is considered the most&lt;br /&gt;exquisite, that creation of hers whose beauty is everywhere conceded&lt;br /&gt;the most perfect and original--woman. Has not man made, for his own&lt;br /&gt;use, an animated and artificial being which easily equals woman, from&lt;br /&gt;the point of view of plastic beauty? Is there a woman, whose form is&lt;br /&gt;more dazzling, more splendid than the two locomotives that pass over&lt;br /&gt;the Northern Railroad lines?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421855-114201539858187324?l=bkriplur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bkriplur.blogspot.com/feeds/114201539858187324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421855&amp;postID=114201539858187324&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421855/posts/default/114201539858187324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421855/posts/default/114201539858187324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bkriplur.blogspot.com/2006/03/joris-karl-huysmans.html' title='Joris-Karl Huysmans'/><author><name>B. Kriplur</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421855.post-114201484944626662</id><published>2006-03-10T13:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T16:12:17.191-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gustave Moreau</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2984/456/1600/moreau_salome_dancing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2984/456/400/moreau_salome_dancing.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matthew 14&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1At that time Herod the tetrarch heard of the fame of Jesus,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2And said unto his servants, This is John the Baptist; he is risen from the dead; and therefore mighty works do shew forth themselves in him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3For Herod had laid hold on John, and bound him, and put him in prison for Herodias' sake, his brother Philip's wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4For John said unto him, It is not lawful for thee to have her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5And when he would have put him to death, he feared the multitude, because they counted him as a prophet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6But when Herod's birthday was kept, the daughter of Herodias danced before them, and pleased Herod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7Whereupon he promised with an oath to give her whatsoever she would ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8And she, being before instructed of her mother, said, Give me here John Baptist's head in a charger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9And the king was sorry: nevertheless for the oath's sake, and them which sat with him at meat, he commanded it to be given her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10And he sent, and beheaded John in the prison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11And his head was brought in a charger, and given to the damsel: and she brought it to her mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12And his disciples came, and took up the body, and buried it, and went and told Jesus.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421855-114201484944626662?l=bkriplur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bkriplur.blogspot.com/feeds/114201484944626662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421855&amp;postID=114201484944626662&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421855/posts/default/114201484944626662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421855/posts/default/114201484944626662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bkriplur.blogspot.com/2006/03/gustave-moreau.html' title='Gustave Moreau'/><author><name>B. Kriplur</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421855.post-114142263110666865</id><published>2006-03-03T16:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T16:12:14.995-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Advice</title><content type='html'>&lt;a name="speech2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;LEONATO&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a name="4"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray thee, cease thy counsel,&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="5"&gt;Which falls into mine ears as profitless&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="6"&gt;As water in a sieve: give not me counsel;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="7"&gt;Nor let no comforter delight mine ear&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="8"&gt;But such a one whose wrongs do suit with mine.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="9"&gt;[...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a name="17"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a name="18"&gt;Patch grief with proverbs, make misfortune drunk&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="19"&gt;With candle-wasters; bring him yet to me,&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="20"&gt;And I of him will gather patience.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="21"&gt;But there is no such man: for, brother, men&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="22"&gt;Can counsel and speak comfort to that grief&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="23"&gt;Which they themselves not feel; but, tasting it,&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="24"&gt;Their counsel turns to passion, which before&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="25"&gt;Would give preceptial medicine to rage,&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="26"&gt;Fetter strong madness in a silken thread,&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="27"&gt;Charm ache with air and agony with words:&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="28"&gt;No, no; 'tis all men's office to speak patience&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="29"&gt;To those that wring under the load of sorrow,&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="30"&gt;But no man's virtue nor sufficiency&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="31"&gt;To be so moral when he shall endure&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="32"&gt;The like himself. Therefore give me no counsel:&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="33"&gt;My griefs cry louder than advertisement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------&lt;br /&gt;I like the term "candle waster."  I have wasted some candles in my time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421855-114142263110666865?l=bkriplur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bkriplur.blogspot.com/feeds/114142263110666865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421855&amp;postID=114142263110666865&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421855/posts/default/114142263110666865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421855/posts/default/114142263110666865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bkriplur.blogspot.com/2006/03/getting-advice.html' title='Getting Advice'/><author><name>B. Kriplur</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421855.post-114127646466126592</id><published>2006-03-02T00:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T16:12:14.867-05:00</updated><title type='text'>DOWNLOAD THIS</title><content type='html'>Out of all of the songs I have made so far, I think &lt;a href="http://vmanapat.googlepages.com/longone.mp3"&gt;this one &lt;/a&gt;by far has the most promise and sounds the most like I want to sound.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421855-114127646466126592?l=bkriplur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bkriplur.blogspot.com/feeds/114127646466126592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421855&amp;postID=114127646466126592&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421855/posts/default/114127646466126592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421855/posts/default/114127646466126592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bkriplur.blogspot.com/2006/03/download-this.html' title='DOWNLOAD THIS'/><author><name>B. Kriplur</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421855.post-114124148623028546</id><published>2006-03-01T14:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T16:12:14.718-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a name="speech3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;CONRADE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a name="5"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should hear reason.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a name="speech4"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DON JOHN&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a name="6"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I have heard it, what blessing brings it?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a name="speech5"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CONRADE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a name="7"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If not a present remedy, at least a patient&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="8"&gt;sufferance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a name="speech113"&gt;&lt;b&gt;CLAUDIO&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a name="274"&gt;Silence is the perfectest herald of joy: I were&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="275"&gt;but little happy, if I could say how much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a name="8"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421855-114124148623028546?l=bkriplur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bkriplur.blogspot.com/feeds/114124148623028546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421855&amp;postID=114124148623028546&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421855/posts/default/114124148623028546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421855/posts/default/114124148623028546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bkriplur.blogspot.com/2006/03/conrade-you-should-hear-reason.html' title=''/><author><name>B. Kriplur</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421855.post-114089917943513135</id><published>2006-02-25T15:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T16:12:14.541-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Eddystone History</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.westernmorningnews.co.uk/displayNode.jsp?nodeId=141529&amp;command=displayContent&amp;amp;sourceNode=141513&amp;contentPK=13925834&amp;amp;moduleName=InternalSearch&amp;formname=sidebarsearch"&gt;This all ties in. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421855-114089917943513135?l=bkriplur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bkriplur.blogspot.com/feeds/114089917943513135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421855&amp;postID=114089917943513135&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421855/posts/default/114089917943513135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421855/posts/default/114089917943513135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bkriplur.blogspot.com/2006/02/eddystone-history.html' title='Eddystone History'/><author><name>B. Kriplur</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421855.post-114083600421356143</id><published>2006-02-24T21:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T16:12:14.396-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tough New York Cop™</title><content type='html'>Tough New York Cop ™&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    The following story is one that no one has ever told.  The reasons for that are complex, but put succinctly, it is because the American public is too squeamish for such a tale.  No story has conveyed such raw masculinity from paper to mind so purely.  It’s about a tough New York Cop ™ who dresses in a an old light brown suit.  He drinks and he quarrels with his superiors.  The chief assigns him new rookie partners with every cycle of the moon.  He has lived in a houseboat at certain times in his life.  Most importantly though, he carries out his crime fighting duties in a manner that leads us, the audience, to ask: “does the end of shooting the cold blooded murderer to death justify the Tough New York Cop’s ™ violent and illegal crime fighting means?”  Luckily though, the answer to the question is always an easy one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Tough New York Cop ™ doesn’t put up with any of your shit.  Between the drinking and the crime fighting, Tough New York Cop ™ doesn’t have the energy to even notice you in a room.  His tie is always at least two inches from being closed at his neck.  Those kind of people don’t give a fuck, so stay away from him, unless that is you are Informant Junkie Guy ™ with some new information on The Murderer ™.  In that case you will probably be approached by Tough New York Cop ™.  When you are approached by Tough New York Cop ™ you will resist his initial attempts to cajole information out of you.  You will be dressed in clothes that look greasy and you will not take a shower one week before approached by Tough New York Cop.  You will eventually acquiesce to Tough New York Cop’s ™ demands, albeit unenthusiastically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Tough New York Cop’s ™ virility is frightening to small animals.  Tough New York Cop ™ only likes two kind of women: the Confident No Bullshit Woman and the Girl in Distress.  The Confident No Bullshit Woman has seen it all, and now she will take advantage of any opportunity to let you know she is cynical.  However, despite all of this experience, she knows that she cannot resist Tough New York Cop’s ™ virility, and that  by just standing next to him too long she can become pregnant.  Girl in Distress on the other hand does not show any resistance to Tough New York Cop, and is thrilled at idea of having Tough New York Cop Babies ™, who can then be killed by Murderer ™ and thus justify his and many of his henchman’s death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    An interesting question is whether Tough New York Cop ™ could defeat Government Guy  in Suit ™.  Government Guy in Suit ™ speaks like a robot.  Government Guy in Suit ™ is always convinced of the moral validity of his secret operation, even though it is apparent to every one else that the operation is dangerous and un-American.  Government Guy in Suit ™ always acts on his own volition so as not to inculpate the United States Government in anything illegal.  Government Guy in a Suit ™ has control over vast array of secret technology to seek out Guy Who Knows Something ™ across borders.  Government Guy in Suit ™ cannot be reconciled with real life government blunders such as Aldrich Ames because Government Guy in Suit ™ can only be beaten or outsmarted by Guy who Knows Something ™, who never resembles Aldrich Ames.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421855-114083600421356143?l=bkriplur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bkriplur.blogspot.com/feeds/114083600421356143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421855&amp;postID=114083600421356143&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421855/posts/default/114083600421356143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421855/posts/default/114083600421356143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bkriplur.blogspot.com/2006/02/tough-new-york-cop.html' title='Tough New York Cop™'/><author><name>B. Kriplur</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421855.post-114036939960760920</id><published>2006-02-19T12:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T16:12:14.265-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Russian Law</title><content type='html'>If you absolutely cannot find an MP3, go to &lt;a href="http://www.allofmp3.com"&gt;www.allofmp3.com&lt;/a&gt; Because of a loophole in Russian law, Russian companies can sell Mp3s over the internet for about $1 to $2 per CD and about 10 cents a song.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421855-114036939960760920?l=bkriplur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bkriplur.blogspot.com/feeds/114036939960760920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421855&amp;postID=114036939960760920&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421855/posts/default/114036939960760920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421855/posts/default/114036939960760920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bkriplur.blogspot.com/2006/02/russian-law.html' title='Russian Law'/><author><name>B. Kriplur</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421855.post-114022612893270008</id><published>2006-02-17T20:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T16:12:14.084-05:00</updated><title type='text'>http://del.icio.us/</title><content type='html'>Just when you thought you were done wasting tremendous amounts of time on the internet, along came: &lt;a href="http://del.icio.us/"&gt;http://del.icio.us/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421855-114022612893270008?l=bkriplur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bkriplur.blogspot.com/feeds/114022612893270008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421855&amp;postID=114022612893270008&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421855/posts/default/114022612893270008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421855/posts/default/114022612893270008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bkriplur.blogspot.com/2006/02/httpdelicious.html' title='http://del.icio.us/'/><author><name>B. Kriplur</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421855.post-114015206188528163</id><published>2006-02-16T23:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T16:12:13.929-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Eddystone Takes Legal Theory Into The 21st Century</title><content type='html'>Eddystone in the Courts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://home.comcast.net/%7Edudchak/metal/EddystonevSSEN.pdf"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://home.comcast.net/%7Edudchak/metal/EddystonevSSENbrief.pdf"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The password is: who cooks our meals and bakes us bread?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"_______" Jim&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421855-114015206188528163?l=bkriplur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bkriplur.blogspot.com/feeds/114015206188528163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421855&amp;postID=114015206188528163&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421855/posts/default/114015206188528163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421855/posts/default/114015206188528163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bkriplur.blogspot.com/2006/02/eddystone-takes-legal-theory-into-21st.html' title='Eddystone Takes Legal Theory Into The 21st Century'/><author><name>B. Kriplur</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421855.post-114011123943706515</id><published>2006-02-16T12:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T16:12:13.773-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Proud Sophists</title><content type='html'>I’m sure, with all of the philosophers around the world working on ethical issues, that somebody has stumbled across this before, but I have not seen it yet.  The problem basically involves this argument:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Things that are difficult are good&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Doing something that is unethical is sometimes difficult&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Therefore, doing something unethical is good.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People get a warm and fuzzy feeling from doing things that are difficult and require discipline.  A person feels good when they come home from work at five and still find the time and energy to work out for an hour.  When you are finished you feel good about yourself.  You didn’t want to do it but you forced yourself anyway.  Many times this feeling is right, you should feel good about having the discipline to force yourself to do things you don’t want to do – but many times people use this feeling to usurp their conscience.  They feel that because their conscience is saying no to the extent that it is difficult to perform the act, that it is somehow noble to then do that thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have heard, though I would have to look it up to confirm it, that some of the concentration camp guards in Nazi Germany were horrified by what they were doing, but they felt it their duty to do that thing for their country.  Though I have not confirmed this, I believe it, because those guards were made up of the same flesh and blood that every other human being on earth is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     I tend to see this a lot in law school.  As a lawyer, being able to argue any side is an important skill both because you have to anticipate your opponents arguments and because you may have to defend something you don’t believe in.  This is a duty, and one that we should be careful about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     I describe law students as incredibly intelligent people with no passion or imagination.  I think a lot of these people have truly found themselves here.  They weren’t good at math so they were forced into those horrible liberal arts classes where nothing was ever done, and students just meaninglessly opined for fifty minutes.  Now they are in law school, and there is finally a reason for everything – to argue well enough to make good money.  The professors reward a student’s ability to argue any side and believe me when I say the students notice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     From the ground level, as a first year law student, I can tell you a lot of these people take real pride and glee in the statement “I’ll argue for whoever pays me” and “I can argue any side, I don’t care.”  I hear these tough guy statements a lot.  In addition, there is no quicker way to make everyone in your law school think you are annoying than to theorize.  “I’m just here to learn the law, get out and get a decent job to support my family” is how everyone wants to act.  No one wants to be the guy who actually cares.  Sure, you can talk about these things in private conversation, but you would look like a complete ass if you were to slow down a class (God Forbid) with a theoretical question or an ethical comment.  The extent to which ethics are talked about in class is just enough to be an insult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m still not sure whether the people in this school are a lot smarter than the people in my previous school, or if the most difficult parts of the curriculum has been stripped away to leave only the pure logic of learning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is all a big show, and it is a tragic show.  Class is a show, your presence is only required to justify the job and wage paid to the professor.  No one is learning anything they will be able to use (save for legal writing, but you actually are only being tested there – not taught).  I was once asked “do you think this is ethical” and I couldn’t even respond.  I didn’t want to participate in the façade.  I had less than 3 seconds for my response, and anything too theoretical would make my classmates eyes roll, so I just said “I guess not.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have to be able to argue both sides, but to take revel in having the opportunity to do so troubles me.  The Sophists would be proud of today’s law schools.  Sophistry is cool and it is noble as well.  I have never been anywhere in my life that is such an absurdity as law school.  Never have the lack of the emperor’s clothes been so apparent.  Never has “its always been done this way” been relied on to such an extent – or the age old (and I hate this) “it builds character” argument – which has been used for centuries to justify the most absurd pedagogical traditions throughout history.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I criticize law school I always have the need to say that there are aspects of law school that I am impressed by – the absence of lazy and unintelligent people foremost.  The students are incredibly considerate to each other.  I haven’t met any bad people in law school, but I have met plenty who could allow themselves to be through a mix of ambition and the anything goes pedagogy of law school.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421855-114011123943706515?l=bkriplur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bkriplur.blogspot.com/feeds/114011123943706515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421855&amp;postID=114011123943706515&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421855/posts/default/114011123943706515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421855/posts/default/114011123943706515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bkriplur.blogspot.com/2006/02/proud-sophists.html' title='Proud Sophists'/><author><name>B. Kriplur</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421855.post-114006448988165127</id><published>2006-02-15T23:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T16:12:13.615-05:00</updated><title type='text'>BAD JAM ALERT</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://home.comcast.net/%7Edudchak/metal/Ohvrikivi_Kaaren.mp3"&gt;BAD JAM&lt;/a&gt;.  Download at Once&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421855-114006448988165127?l=bkriplur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bkriplur.blogspot.com/feeds/114006448988165127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421855&amp;postID=114006448988165127&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421855/posts/default/114006448988165127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421855/posts/default/114006448988165127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bkriplur.blogspot.com/2006/02/bad-jam-alert.html' title='BAD JAM ALERT'/><author><name>B. Kriplur</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421855.post-114001960427944728</id><published>2006-02-15T11:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T16:12:13.472-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Propaganda</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://eng.davno.ru/"&gt;Cool Site&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421855-114001960427944728?l=bkriplur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bkriplur.blogspot.com/feeds/114001960427944728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421855&amp;postID=114001960427944728&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421855/posts/default/114001960427944728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421855/posts/default/114001960427944728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bkriplur.blogspot.com/2006/02/propaganda.html' title='Propaganda'/><author><name>B. Kriplur</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421855.post-114001672539677609</id><published>2006-02-15T10:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T16:12:13.308-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stay in School</title><content type='html'>There are moments when I truly comprehend the fact that I am still in school despite being almost 24 years old.  It is at these moments when I realize no matter what experiences I have or how intelligent I am, I am still a child to some extent.  I had one of these moments this morning.  I think the way one of the rooms in my school is built just invites people to hit your chair with their foot, causing a little vibration that is really annoying.  Maybe it annoys me more than most, but it reminded me of the time I was seventh grade and a kid who was sitting behind me, we’ll call him “Mike A.” - was kicking my chair rather violently and I turned around and asked him in as nice a way possible to please stop.  He told me to “shut up” and I did because I did not want to get my head beat in, and I sat there and suffered through his now intensified chair kicking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you would have told me back then that 11 years later I would be sitting in a classroom still getting my chair kicked it would be a depressing thought.  At least now there is (probably) no chance of getting my head beat in after school and I can fuck around on my laptop during class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other moments include being told not to bring open containers into the library during a library orientation.  I don’t ever want to go on another library orientation in my life, let alone be told sternly not bring open containers in the library.  I’m tired of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say though, in many ways Law School is devoid of most of the annoying characteristics of schools and students in general, but it also makes those pre-law school things stand out even more.  A good example is student government.  I don’t want to be embarrassed for the people who run for student office anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll put more up when I think of them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421855-114001672539677609?l=bkriplur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bkriplur.blogspot.com/feeds/114001672539677609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421855&amp;postID=114001672539677609&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421855/posts/default/114001672539677609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421855/posts/default/114001672539677609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bkriplur.blogspot.com/2006/02/stay-in-school.html' title='Stay in School'/><author><name>B. Kriplur</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421855.post-114001605243095290</id><published>2006-02-15T10:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T16:12:13.123-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Regular Guy</title><content type='html'>I love when people try to be the “regular guy.”&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Much of navigating the social scene in American involves tying to be this “regular guy.”&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Great lengths are taken to not do anything the regular guy would not do.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I think the reason I get along with Europeans when I do is that they are not burdened by the incessant need to not do anything that would be “weird.”&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Eastern Europeans in general seem to have no sense of what is weird by American standards (I doubt, though I don’t know for sure, that they use the term in the same manner, or as frequently as Americans). &lt;br/&gt;What is cool in America usually involves some kind of detachment.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Passion for anything seems to be the least cool thing one could do.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;How this concept came about I don’t know – it surely wasn’t James Dean in Rebel Without a Cause, and I hate when people even imply that.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;James Dean’s character in that movie, especially when considered by today’s social standards, is a freak (that’s right…watch it again).&lt;br/&gt;I have known many people who this does not apply to at all (mostly people from Eddystone), but I have also known many people who truly measured their ever action, no matter how minor, against the standard of the “normal person” as defined by television mostly Gettysburg).&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;What would the Backstreet Boys do?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Or the guy on Punked?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;People get most of their ideas of appropriate behavior from TV, and all we get there are the short scenes of planned, written, made up, laboratory clean reality.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Is that anything to base your behavior off of?&lt;br/&gt;Some examples are appropriate.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I wish I had written down every instance of this I have seen but most of them occurred when I was with someone I did not want to be with.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;If you know what I am talking about then you have probably experienced an instance where you are with someone and you say or do something and you can just see these calculations going on through the skull of the person with you.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;The “weird” response (sometimes a long “okaaaaay”) is usually appropriate for those people when they are not sure what to do.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;You can’t go wrong calling something weird or just putting it in a light that makes it seem not normal. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421855-114001605243095290?l=bkriplur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bkriplur.blogspot.com/feeds/114001605243095290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421855&amp;postID=114001605243095290&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421855/posts/default/114001605243095290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421855/posts/default/114001605243095290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bkriplur.blogspot.com/2006/02/regular-guy.html' title='Regular Guy'/><author><name>B. Kriplur</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421855.post-113977125025860221</id><published>2006-02-12T14:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T16:12:12.984-05:00</updated><title type='text'>MP3 of the Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://home.comcast.net/%7Edudchak/satyriconforhekset.mp3"&gt;Right Click and hit "Save As" &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421855-113977125025860221?l=bkriplur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bkriplur.blogspot.com/feeds/113977125025860221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421855&amp;postID=113977125025860221&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421855/posts/default/113977125025860221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421855/posts/default/113977125025860221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bkriplur.blogspot.com/2006/02/mp3-of-week.html' title='MP3 of the Week'/><author><name>B. Kriplur</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421855.post-113952579236451674</id><published>2006-02-09T17:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T16:12:12.828-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Muslim Cartoons</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;In case anyone is curious to see what the Muslim cartoons that caused so much controversy look like, they are &lt;a href="http://www.humaneventsonline.com/sarticle.php?id=12146"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421855-113952579236451674?l=bkriplur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bkriplur.blogspot.com/feeds/113952579236451674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421855&amp;postID=113952579236451674&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421855/posts/default/113952579236451674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421855/posts/default/113952579236451674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bkriplur.blogspot.com/2006/02/muslim-cartoons.html' title='Muslim Cartoons'/><author><name>B. Kriplur</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421855.post-113952569638204795</id><published>2006-02-09T17:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T16:12:12.680-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Good Word</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mopery"&gt;here &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421855-113952569638204795?l=bkriplur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bkriplur.blogspot.com/feeds/113952569638204795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421855&amp;postID=113952569638204795&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421855/posts/default/113952569638204795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421855/posts/default/113952569638204795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bkriplur.blogspot.com/2006/02/good-word.html' title='A Good Word'/><author><name>B. Kriplur</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421855.post-113952443481687838</id><published>2006-02-09T17:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T16:12:12.499-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Electric Chair</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://crimemagazine.com/davis1.htm"&gt;Electric Chair Nastiness &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421855-113952443481687838?l=bkriplur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bkriplur.blogspot.com/feeds/113952443481687838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421855&amp;postID=113952443481687838&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421855/posts/default/113952443481687838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421855/posts/default/113952443481687838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bkriplur.blogspot.com/2006/02/electric-chair.html' title='Electric Chair'/><author><name>B. Kriplur</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421855.post-113883647521271138</id><published>2006-02-01T18:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T16:12:12.357-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Apartment</title><content type='html'>I’ve been in the new apartment for 24 hours.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;So far everything is good.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;The only discrepancy was one of the landlord’s agents barging in during the middle of the day to show the apartment to someone (I guess because it is similar to the others).&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;That is something I take very seriously.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;The whole point of me moving was to not have people barging in on me.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I wonder what would have happened if I had asked for the provision that allows a landlord to come in at any time to be taken out of the lease.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;It probably would have been the first time someone actually tried to negotiate with them, and I imagine they would have promptly told me to get lost.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Anyway, putting a bolt on the door will fix this problem. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Anyway, pictures are &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/bkriplur/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421855-113883647521271138?l=bkriplur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bkriplur.blogspot.com/feeds/113883647521271138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421855&amp;postID=113883647521271138&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421855/posts/default/113883647521271138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421855/posts/default/113883647521271138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bkriplur.blogspot.com/2006/02/new-apartment.html' title='New Apartment'/><author><name>B. Kriplur</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421855.post-113863474358581175</id><published>2006-01-30T10:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T16:12:12.160-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Death Row</title><content type='html'>Interesting site about the final days of a &lt;a href="http://meetvernon.blogspot.com/"&gt;death row inmate&lt;/a&gt; scheduled to die in early Feb.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421855-113863474358581175?l=bkriplur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bkriplur.blogspot.com/feeds/113863474358581175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421855&amp;postID=113863474358581175&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421855/posts/default/113863474358581175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421855/posts/default/113863474358581175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bkriplur.blogspot.com/2006/01/death-row.html' title='Death Row'/><author><name>B. Kriplur</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421855.post-113858481529152980</id><published>2006-01-29T20:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T16:12:12.005-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sane People</title><content type='html'>I knew if the Exile reviewed Frey's piece of shit book they would get perfectly right, and they did:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.exile.ru/2006-January-27/freys_fall.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and his &lt;a href="http://www.exile.ru/2003-May-29/book_review.html"&gt;original review&lt;/a&gt; in 03&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="He%20gave%20his%20readers%20more%20than%20enough%20clues%20to%20realize%20he%20was%20a%20complete%20fraud.%20Nobody%20with%20an%20ounce%20of%20sense,%20with%20a%20trace%20of%20integrity%20or%20the%20slightest%20attachment%20to%20reality,%20could%20have%20read%20that%20paragraph%20and%20continued%20to%20believe."&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421855-113858481529152980?l=bkriplur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bkriplur.blogspot.com/feeds/113858481529152980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421855&amp;postID=113858481529152980&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421855/posts/default/113858481529152980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421855/posts/default/113858481529152980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bkriplur.blogspot.com/2006/01/sane-people.html' title='Sane People'/><author><name>B. Kriplur</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421855.post-113841913883371808</id><published>2006-01-27T22:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T16:12:11.805-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Registrations</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.bugmenot.com/"&gt;This is useful &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421855-113841913883371808?l=bkriplur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bkriplur.blogspot.com/feeds/113841913883371808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421855&amp;postID=113841913883371808&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421855/posts/default/113841913883371808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421855/posts/default/113841913883371808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bkriplur.blogspot.com/2006/01/registrations.html' title='Registrations'/><author><name>B. Kriplur</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421855.post-113723277056415632</id><published>2006-01-14T04:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T16:12:11.514-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Refreshing Dose of Middle Class Honesty</title><content type='html'>From &lt;a href="http://www.slate.com/id/2134203/nav/tap1/"&gt;Slate&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Based on all the evidence, it seems Frey's weird, macho fear of seeing himself as a "victim" led him to fabricate a life that was painful and extreme enough so as to explain the sadness and despair he felt. Instead of a crack-binging street fighter, ostracized by both his peers and society, the Smoking Gun investigation indicates Frey was more likely a lonely, confused boy who may or may not have needed ear surgery as a child and felt distant from his parents and alienated from his peers. He drank too much, did some drugs, got nailed for a couple of DUIs and ended up, at age 23, in one of the country's most prestigious drug-and-alcohol treatment centers. When Frey writes that, after one of his fictitious arrests, he hated himself, saw no future, and wanted to die, I believe him. I grew up in a well-off suburban household with loving parents and no clear traumas in my past. I was popular enough in high school, I joined the newspaper and acted in plays, and I got into a good college. I was also miserably, sometimes almost suicidally, depressed, and, from the age of 15, I was taking drugs and drinking almost every day. Frey must have felt that his real, very scary, and very lonely feelings would have seemed weak if it was only preceded by standard-issue suburban teenage angst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This isn't unusual. In rehab—I attended somewhere between a half-dozen and a dozen in-patient facilities—it's fairly standard for new patients to begin their stays by boasting of their fearlessness, their criminal bona fides, their extreme debauchery. I used to brag of my own rap sheet. I'd elide over the fact that my two arrests resulted in no convictions. And I certainly didn't offer up that my first arrest occurred after a remarkably inept attempt to break into a high-school classmate's house was foiled when his mother returned home and found my car parked out front (I referred to that as a "b&amp;e with intent to commit a felony"), or that the second arrest was the result of my pilfering underwear and some light bulbs from my college's bookstore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For most people, the insecurity and fear that lead to these type of exaggerations needs to fade away before they can really start trying to figure out how to go about fixing what went wrong with their lives. One counselor at an in-patient facility I attended used to publicly humiliate new patients on their first day in the program by first making them tell the group what brought them there and then quizzing them on the specifics—how many CC's does a standard syringe hold?—until they crumbled and started telling the truth.  "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421855-113723277056415632?l=bkriplur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bkriplur.blogspot.com/feeds/113723277056415632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421855&amp;postID=113723277056415632&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421855/posts/default/113723277056415632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421855/posts/default/113723277056415632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bkriplur.blogspot.com/2006/01/refreshing-dose-of-middle-class.html' title='A Refreshing Dose of Middle Class Honesty'/><author><name>B. Kriplur</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421855.post-113722747829099543</id><published>2006-01-14T03:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T16:12:11.319-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Smoking Gun</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;People will always have an appetite for stories and tales that reinforce their stereotypes: in this case – the stereotype of the dangerous criminal who turns his life around.  The real tragedy in all of this is that people actually wanted to believe this criminal fantasy.  It is the same thing that happens when people believe Ali G or Borat, the joke is that they could actually think a person could act like that.  People who smoke crack and huff glue for more than a decade do not go on to write exceptionally well written best selling novels.  It just does not fuckin happen, I am very sorry stay at home mom down the street.  The fact that this guy went to and completed college is evidence enough that he is not the real deal.  The SECOND the reader saw that he went to and completed college should have been enough to throw the book away.  I'm sure there are plenty of people in college with valid drug addiction problems, but telling that story was too good for this guy.  He had to add all of the toughguy stuff too.  The funny thing is that knew so many people like this in college, “yo dude you hear Bill over in Alpha Tau Omega is the biggest dealer on the east coast.”  I actually heard this one several times about several different people.  These college really do think they are criminals because they do coke at their frathouse.  “Did you hear Jack crashed his dads jeep like 3 times.”  That’s what always got me.  I could not tolerate comments like these in public.  Blue collar “problem kids” go to jail, middle class problem kids are protected by campus security, and go on to lead successful lives.  I knew of kids at my school getting busted with significant amounts of ecstasy, and did they see any jail time?  How about dosing a girl with GHB?  Jailtime?  Nope…  Oh and Frey was in the same fraternity as my roommate.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Of course you can claim its just fiction – but that’s not the crime – the crime, and the disappointing part, is that so many people were gullible enough to believe it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“drug-abusing teenager who had been arrested 11 times by age 19. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;In college&lt;/span&gt;, he drank to excess, took meth, freebased cocaine, huffed glue and nitrous oxide, smoked PCP, ate mushrooms, and was "under investigation by police."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, if "A Million Little Pieces" was fictional, just some overheated stories of woe, heartache, and debauchery cooked up by a wannabe author, it probably would not get published. As it was, Frey's original manuscript was rejected by 17 publishers before being accepted by industry titan Nan Talese, who runs a respected boutique imprint at Doubleday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“At turns volatile and vulnerable, chivalrous and brutish, Frey is a true reclamation project, complete with puke- and snot-stained clothing. What's a girl not to love?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;    This is an example of my point.  People love to have the dangerous criminal without the danger.  Apparently, with this story, we get both.  That is what the middle class is always looking for – punk rock, but with $ 2,000 designer jeans that are made to look like they were purchased at the local goodwill.  Completely safe, but with that vestige of danger.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was after the Oprah show aired that TSG first took a look at Frey. We had simply planned to track down one of his many mug shots and add it to our site's large collection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; That’s cool…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the book is brimming with improbable characters--like the colorful mafioso Leonard and the tragic crack whore Lilly, with whom Frey takes up in Hazelden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;   Improbable, but that’s not the point.  They conform to the common middle class housewife’s view of what a criminal is, and that’s why they are successful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frey, you see, was a raging young man who hated living in leafy, prosperous St. Joseph, Michigan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His habits were underwritten by a monthly allowance from his wealthy and unwitting folks (dad was a top executive).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frey was able to graduate from Denison on time in 1992 (talk about managing your addiction!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He is called into a room at Hazelden where Randall passes on some good--and unexpected--news. The Ohio prosecutor had magically "encountered some problems, that there were some issues with missing evidence, and that he had received a couple of phone calls on your behalf," the lawyer reported. While Frey had, only weeks earlier, agreed to three years in prison (with the specter of eight-plus if convicted at trial), Randall explained that the prosecutor, who goes unnamed, had suddenly turned course. He was now willing, in return for Frey doing three-to-six months in a county jail, to reduce felony counts to misdemeanors and wipe Frey's record if he satisfactorily completed a three-year probation term."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;   Wow I don't think you need three years of law school to know that is bullshit...and it turns out the only things this guy did was typical rich college boy bullshit.  If someone had done all of the drugs he described, he would not have finished college, and would probably look like shit today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Frey's arrest was as mundane as they get, as vanilla as the arrestee himself, a neatly dressed frat boy five months out of school and plastered on cheap beer.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Most importantly, Frey told us that after graduating Denison in late-April or early-May of 1992, he moved to France and stayed there for several months before returning to the States "literally for two, probably three or four days." The arrest in the book, he said, came during those few days, after which he "went back to France immediately."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;People gotta pick up on this shit…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Some of the author's acolytes even get "Hold on" tattooed on themselves. Others prefer to go the t-shirt route, lending Frey's slogan the kind of spiritual heft that can only be found when it's scrawled on a Fruit of the Loom product.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;When will the lower class learn that college kids are complete bullshit, and that the life of a college kid is now and will always be different from a blue collar kid.  STOP LOOKING UP TO THESE PEOPLE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Frey-Porterhouse Book Club gets through "Don Quixote," "Leaves of Grass," and "East of Eden." And, as Frey is nearing release, the pair is reading "War and Peace." Porterhouse loves the book, crying when Anatole betrayed Natasha. He carries it around with him, Frey writes, and "cradles it as if it were his child."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;    Wonderful example of middle class fantasy: lower class people giving in to bourgeois culture.  Reminds me of the old fantasy of reforming the prostitute.  This is similar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“If you're wondering how these two met, Frey explains that on his first day in the joint, the 300-pound Porterhouse clobbered him in the head with a metal food tray as Frey was waiting in line for lunch. The hulking inmate then hit Frey in the face, drawing blood from his nose and mouth, and clamped on a headlock. By the following day, however, the beating was a distant memory, as Frey began reading to Porterhouse after being invited into the accused killer's cell for a chat. Porterhouse explained that Frey's ass kicking had been contracted out to him by a "County Sheriff" in exchange for three cartons of cigarettes. Why would a screw want Frey harmed, Porterhouse wondered.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;    Aforementioned fantasy of being an important criminal – in this case important enough that a cop would risk his career getting to in prison, and of course the cop told the hired hand his identity.  Yes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very dissapointing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421855-113722747829099543?l=bkriplur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.thesmokinggun.com/' title='The Smoking Gun'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bkriplur.blogspot.com/feeds/113722747829099543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421855&amp;postID=113722747829099543&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421855/posts/default/113722747829099543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421855/posts/default/113722747829099543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bkriplur.blogspot.com/2006/01/smoking-gun.html' title='The Smoking Gun'/><author><name>B. Kriplur</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421855.post-113626012925947859</id><published>2006-01-02T22:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T16:12:11.159-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Chase Scene</title><content type='html'>I can't think of anything more boring than a chase scene.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421855-113626012925947859?l=bkriplur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bkriplur.blogspot.com/feeds/113626012925947859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421855&amp;postID=113626012925947859&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421855/posts/default/113626012925947859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421855/posts/default/113626012925947859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bkriplur.blogspot.com/2006/01/chase-scene.html' title='Chase Scene'/><author><name>B. Kriplur</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421855.post-113601819926139435</id><published>2005-12-31T03:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T16:12:11.001-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Perfect Supplicant</title><content type='html'>“To understand these feelings one must understand the condition of the poor in such places as Assisi.  In an agricultural country poverty does not, as elsewhere, almost inevitably involve moral destitution, that degeneration of the entire human being that renders charity so difficult.” P. 14&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; This statement is really interesting, because on the one hand it is true.  But on the other, the author is saying that “moral destitution” makes charity difficult.  This gets to the heart of the matter of charity itself.  Firstly, what is “moral destitution?”  In a sense, it is standing up for oneself, and refusing to live the life of a beggar, but rather to live your life.  If only poor people were perfect supplicants everything else would be much easier is what the author is really saying; but the life of a perfect supplicant is actually not always preferable.  In many ways, the poor of the United States have made this decision.  We would like them to just work their terrible jobs and not complain, but they have not done that.  They have developed their own economy based off of drugs, wherein they can be the leaders, and not the supplicants.  To a middle class kid, success means going to college and getting a good job, but to someone who immerses him or herself in the criminal world, success is something much different, and they have to be judged according to the game they are playing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421855-113601819926139435?l=bkriplur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bkriplur.blogspot.com/feeds/113601819926139435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421855&amp;postID=113601819926139435&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421855/posts/default/113601819926139435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421855/posts/default/113601819926139435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bkriplur.blogspot.com/2005/12/perfect-supplicant_31.html' title='The Perfect Supplicant'/><author><name>B. Kriplur</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421855.post-113601720976700891</id><published>2005-12-31T03:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T16:12:10.861-05:00</updated><title type='text'>St. Francis of Assisi</title><content type='html'>I started reading a biography of St. Francis, and early on I am struck by a few things.  The first is that I was unaware of his lust for glory in his early days.  He went off on an expedition, and was humiliated because he had taken along with him many luxuries.  It seems that that was his real conversion, when that path (that of military glory) was closed off to him.  It makes me wonder if his lust for glory ever really left him.  It probably did not.  His conversion may have just been another outlet for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    It actually reminds me of how all of these movie stars are suddenly becoming great champions of charity.  Obviously they have not “converted” to anywhere near the degree that St. Francis did, but they are following the same pattern.  Once you have lived the good life, and those kinds of things are boring to you, charity is probably the best place to go for a sense of fulfillment.  It would seem that this is a good thing no matter what motivated them to do it, but maybe they are not really helping at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Regardless of what his motivation is though, at this point, from what I know of St. Francis’s life, you could take the way he lived his life alone and have something valuable.  To reject property to that extent is always a good thing.  The biographer tries to answer this question when he says, “It is far from hatred of evil to love of good.  They are more numerous than we think whom after some severe experience, have renounced what ancient liturgies call 'the world' with its pomps and lusts.  But the greater number of those who renounced the world have not at the bottom of their hearts the smallest grain of pure love.  In vulgar souls disillusion only leaves a frightful egoism.” P 17&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul Sabatier "The Road to Assisi"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421855-113601720976700891?l=bkriplur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bkriplur.blogspot.com/feeds/113601720976700891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421855&amp;postID=113601720976700891&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421855/posts/default/113601720976700891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421855/posts/default/113601720976700891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bkriplur.blogspot.com/2005/12/st-francis-of-assisi.html' title='St. Francis of Assisi'/><author><name>B. Kriplur</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421855.post-113599887765704698</id><published>2005-12-30T22:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T16:12:10.702-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hadji Murad (Tolstoy)</title><content type='html'>Czar Nicholas:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Continual brazen flattery from everybody round him, in the teeth of obvious facts, had brought him to such a state that he no longer saw his own inconsistencies, or measured his actions and words by reality, logic, or even by simple common sense; but was quite convinced that all of his orders, however senseless, unjust, and mutually contradictory they might be, became reasonable just and mutually accordant simply because he gave them.” P. 90&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Nicholas frowned.  He had done much evil to the Poles.  To justify that evil he had to be certain that all Poles were rascals, and he considered them to be such, and hated them accordingly in proportion to the evil he had done to them.”  P. 91&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chechens:&lt;br /&gt;“No one spoke of hatred of the Russians.  The feeling experienced by all the Chechens, from the youngest to the oldest, was stronger than hate.  It was not hatred, for they did not regard those Russian dogs as human beings; but it was such repulsion, disgust, and perplexity at the senseless cruelty of these creatures, that the desire to exterminate them – like the desire to exterminate rats, poisonous spiders, or wolves – was as natural an instinct as that of self preservation.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“he remembered a Tavlinian fable about a falcon who had been caught and lived among men, and afterwards returned to his own kind in the hills.  He returned, but wearing jesses with bells; and other falcons would not receive him.  “Fly back to where they hung those silver bells on thee” said they.  “We have no bells and no jesses.”  The falcon did not want to leave his home, and remained; but the other falcons did not wish to let him stay there, and pecked him to death.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421855-113599887765704698?l=bkriplur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bkriplur.blogspot.com/feeds/113599887765704698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421855&amp;postID=113599887765704698&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421855/posts/default/113599887765704698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421855/posts/default/113599887765704698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bkriplur.blogspot.com/2005/12/hadji-murad-tolstoy.html' title='Hadji Murad (Tolstoy)'/><author><name>B. Kriplur</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421855.post-113575668919424788</id><published>2005-12-28T02:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T16:12:10.564-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Feigning Interest</title><content type='html'>The holidays put me in the position of having to talk and interact with people I would normally not really talk and interact with.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;When I was a kid all that I could think about on Christmas day was presents.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Now I wake up and think about how much I am going to have to feign interest in things I don’t care about.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Sometimes when I am mad about it, I tell myself that I will force everyone else to talk about what I am interested in, and if they are not interested in obscure Russian poetry or the intricacies of first year law, then tough shit.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I am always the one who has to go down to the intellectual level of other people.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Of course, most people’s opinions on these matters are restricted to the most obvious things, so that it would not help that much anyway.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Still, sometimes I want to be a tyrant about this. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421855-113575668919424788?l=bkriplur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bkriplur.blogspot.com/feeds/113575668919424788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421855&amp;postID=113575668919424788&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421855/posts/default/113575668919424788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421855/posts/default/113575668919424788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bkriplur.blogspot.com/2005/12/feigning-interest.html' title='Feigning Interest'/><author><name>B. Kriplur</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421855.post-113565907985549658</id><published>2005-12-26T23:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T16:12:10.386-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christianity Light (Tolstoy)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“I was looking for an answer to the question of life, and not to the theological and historical questions, and so it did not make any difference to me whether Jesus Christ was a God, or not, or from whom the Holy Ghost descended, and so forth…What was important to me was the light, which for eighteen hundred years has been illuminating humanity, and which has illuminated me; but what I should call this source of light, and what its materials are, and by whom it was lighted, were a matter of indifference to me.”&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Leo Tolstoy, “The Gospels in Brief”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421855-113565907985549658?l=bkriplur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bkriplur.blogspot.com/feeds/113565907985549658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421855&amp;postID=113565907985549658&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421855/posts/default/113565907985549658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421855/posts/default/113565907985549658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bkriplur.blogspot.com/2005/12/christianity-light-tolstoy.html' title='Christianity Light (Tolstoy)'/><author><name>B. Kriplur</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421855.post-113562730343816031</id><published>2005-12-26T15:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T16:12:10.255-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Law School</title><content type='html'>I finally feel like a human being again.  In particular, I can waste time with impunity.  I don’t feel guilty about every second that I don’t spend studying law.  I don’t even really think about my first semester in law school at this point.  It’s a nice feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Law school is definitely making me feel as though I am losing something.  There is no time to read anything else other than law, and the law we do read is always the very practical kind – or in other words, opinions from jurisdictions all over the country that we will never practice in, so I feel like I haven’t read anything in a semester; no politics, no poetry or literature, and definitely no philosophy.  I feel dumb because of it.  Its true that I am technically reading when I study law, but it is not the kind of reading that improves you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     To do well in law, you only have to be good at one specific thing.  You can be a complete jerk and an idiot in every sense but one and still be great at law.  When I first came to law school I was amazed by how proficient and hard working everyone is (that’s actually the hardest part of law school).  I attributed it to the fact that a lot of people had worked in between school, so they know about how shitty a job can be, and also the fact that most of the people in there fell within the top %20 of LSAT and GPA scores.  However, now that the semester is over I think there is another reason. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a long time I tried to figure out why I always felt like I had such an edge at my undergraduate studies, but at law school I didn’t feel like I was anything special.  I think the reason for that loss of edge is that I can no longer use the things that gave me an edge at undergrad.  More life experiences, more time spent dwelling on human nature and just general intuition gave me a huge advantage in philosophy and English.  Now though those traits are no longer applicable, it is juts pure logic in law school.  We rarely delve deep into things.  Every human being we read about in these cases is suddenly no longer real.  No matter what suffering we read about in a case, the person is purely a logical exercise.  In a way it is the opposite of what you would do when reading a piece of literature.  In literature, perhaps your first duty is to empathize with the characters.  You try to understand the characters as you would people you know.  You try to see every facet of the character the author has given you no matter how small.  Now there is no time for that, even though we are dealing with real human beings.  Jane, whose son died for such and such a reason is not a mother who lost her son but “Person A,” which “Law XYZ” applies to in a specific scenario.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course it is necessary to think about things in that manner, but that is all we do.  You do not have to spend much time in law school to figure out why so many lawyers are horrible people.  Its because law school takes your sense of humanity away.  The workload is to heavy to spend time or energy actually thinking about human beings as people and not legal relations.  We don’t talk about the relation between law and justice, there is just the law, and if something is legal than that is fine.  Basically, everything is condoned in law school except “missing issues” or not being prepared when called on.  It may be that these professors can’t speak of these things because they don’t have the ability to.  I doubt many of them can leave their safe little world of logic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say though that overall I am very happy with law school.  I am happy to (finally) surrounded by intelligent and hard working people, and I am happy that I will finally have a trade when I am done with all of this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421855-113562730343816031?l=bkriplur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bkriplur.blogspot.com/feeds/113562730343816031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421855&amp;postID=113562730343816031&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421855/posts/default/113562730343816031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421855/posts/default/113562730343816031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bkriplur.blogspot.com/2005/12/law-school.html' title='Law School'/><author><name>B. Kriplur</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421855.post-113488210257710386</id><published>2005-12-18T00:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T16:12:10.087-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Africa!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2005/12/15/opinion/15theroux.html?oref=login&amp;pagewanted=all"&gt;This&lt;/a&gt; answers a lot of the questions I have had about Africa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421855-113488210257710386?l=bkriplur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bkriplur.blogspot.com/feeds/113488210257710386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421855&amp;postID=113488210257710386&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421855/posts/default/113488210257710386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421855/posts/default/113488210257710386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bkriplur.blogspot.com/2005/12/africa.html' title='Africa!'/><author><name>B. 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Kriplur</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421855.post-113484034304982561</id><published>2005-12-17T12:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T16:12:09.766-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jobs</title><content type='html'>The Howard Stern Channel - Production openings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Job Description:&lt;br /&gt;Can you turn the sound of "Shaving Ryan's Privates" into the "Sound of Music?" Can you capture the raw power of a "Number 2" and turn it into "Beethoven's 9th" Can you turn classic oral into classic aural? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you thrive on the misfortunes of others to drive your creative passion?&lt;/span&gt; Is a day filled with strippers, lesbians, midgets, celebrities, rock stars, and the greatest radio team on the face of the planet fun and creative enough for you?! We're looking for people that can turn high-pitch Eric's into radio epics as the King of all Media needs Production Wizards to revolutionize radio. Send demo to Sharon Wolfe at 1221 Avenue of the Americas, New York, NY 10020.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Job Requirements:&lt;br /&gt;Demo required. Production experience in the radio industry required.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421855-113484034304982561?l=bkriplur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bkriplur.blogspot.com/feeds/113484034304982561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421855&amp;postID=113484034304982561&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421855/posts/default/113484034304982561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421855/posts/default/113484034304982561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bkriplur.blogspot.com/2005/12/jobs.html' title='Jobs'/><author><name>B. Kriplur</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421855.post-113276470867182245</id><published>2005-11-23T11:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T16:12:09.609-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wrecking Ball</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2984/456/1600/Andrew.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2984/456/400/Andrew.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421855-113276470867182245?l=bkriplur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bkriplur.blogspot.com/feeds/113276470867182245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421855&amp;postID=113276470867182245&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421855/posts/default/113276470867182245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421855/posts/default/113276470867182245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bkriplur.blogspot.com/2005/11/wrecking-ball.html' title='The Wrecking Ball'/><author><name>B. Kriplur</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421855.post-113276300207725894</id><published>2005-11-23T11:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T16:12:09.421-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Autumn (Pushkin)</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;&lt;a href="http://max.mmlc.northwestern.edu/%7Emdenner/Demo/texts/autumn_pushkin.htm"&gt;Listen Here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Autumn&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;October has arrived - the woods have tossed&lt;br /&gt;Their final leaves from naked branches;&lt;br /&gt;A breath of autumn chill - the road begins to freeze,&lt;br /&gt;The stream still murmurs as it passes by the mill,&lt;br /&gt;The pond, however's frozen; and my neighbor hastens&lt;br /&gt;to his far-flung fields with all the members of his hunt.&lt;br /&gt;The winter wheat will suffer from this wild fun,&lt;br /&gt;And baying hounds awake the slumbering groves.&lt;br /&gt;          &lt;br /&gt;II&lt;br /&gt;This is my time: I am not fond of spring;&lt;br /&gt;The tiresome thaw, the stench, the mud - spring sickens me.&lt;br /&gt;The blood ferments, and yearning binds the heart and mind..&lt;br /&gt;With cruel winter I am better satisfied,&lt;br /&gt;I love the snows; when in the moonlight&lt;br /&gt;A sleigh ride swift and carefree with a friend.&lt;br /&gt;Who, warm and rosy 'neath a sable mantle,&lt;br /&gt;Burns, trembles as she clasps your hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;III&lt;br /&gt;What fun it is, with feet in sharp steel shod,&lt;br /&gt;To skim the mirror of the smooth and solid streams!&lt;br /&gt;And how about the shining stir of winter feasts? . .&lt;br /&gt;But in the end you must admit that naught but snow&lt;br /&gt;For half the year will even bore a bear&lt;br /&gt;Deep in his den. We cannot ride for ages,&lt;br /&gt;In sleighs with youthful nymphs&lt;br /&gt;Or sulk around the stove behind storm windows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IV&lt;br /&gt;O, summer fair! I would have loved you, too,&lt;br /&gt;Except for heat and dust and gnats and flies.&lt;br /&gt;You kill off all our mental power,&lt;br /&gt;Torment us; and like fields, we suffer from the drought;&lt;br /&gt;To take a drink, refresh ourselves somehow -&lt;br /&gt;We think of nothing else, and long for lady Winter,&lt;br /&gt;And, having bid farewell to her with pancakes and with wine,&lt;br /&gt;We hold a wake to honor her with ice-cream and with ice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V&lt;br /&gt;The latter days of fall are often cursed,&lt;br /&gt;But as for me, kind reader, she is precious&lt;br /&gt;In all her quiet beauty, mellow glow.&lt;br /&gt;Thus might a child, disfavored in its family,&lt;br /&gt;Draw my regard. To tell you honestly,&lt;br /&gt;Of all the times of year, I cherish her alone.&lt;br /&gt;She's full of worth; and I, a humble lover,&lt;br /&gt;Have found in her peculiar charms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VI&lt;br /&gt;How can this be explained? I favor her&lt;br /&gt;As you might one day find yourself attracted&lt;br /&gt;To a consumptive maid. Condemned to death,&lt;br /&gt;The poor child languishes without complaint or anger.&lt;br /&gt;A smile plays upon her withering lips;&lt;br /&gt;She cannot sense as yet the gaping maw of death;&lt;br /&gt;A crimson glow still flits across her face.&lt;br /&gt;Today she lives, tomorrow she is gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VII&lt;br /&gt;A melancholy time! So charming to the eye!&lt;br /&gt;Your beauty in its parting pleases me -&lt;br /&gt;I love the lavish withering of nature,&lt;br /&gt;The gold and scarlet raiment of the woods,&lt;br /&gt;The crisp wind rustling o'er their threshold,&lt;br /&gt;The sky engulfed by tides of rippled gloom,&lt;br /&gt;The sun's scarce rays, approaching frosts,&lt;br /&gt;And gray-haired winter threatening from afar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VIII&lt;br /&gt;When autumn comes, I bloom anew;&lt;br /&gt;The Russian frost does wonders for my health;&lt;br /&gt;Anew I fall in love with life's routine:&lt;br /&gt;Betimes I'm soothed by dreams, betimes by hunger caught;&lt;br /&gt;The blood flows free and easy in my heart,&lt;br /&gt;Abrim with passion; once again, I'm happy, young,&lt;br /&gt;I'm full of life - such is my organism&lt;br /&gt;(Excuse me for this awful prosaism)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IX&lt;br /&gt;My horse is brought to me; in open field,&lt;br /&gt;With flying mane, he carries fast his rider,&lt;br /&gt;And with his shining hooves he hammers out a song&lt;br /&gt;Upon the frozen, ringing vale, and crackling ice.&lt;br /&gt;But fleeting day dies out, new fire comes alive&lt;br /&gt;Inside the long-forgotten stove-- it blazes bright,&lt;br /&gt;Then slowly smoulders - as I read before it,&lt;br /&gt;Or nourish long and heartfelt thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X&lt;br /&gt;And I forget the world - in silence sweet,&lt;br /&gt;I'm sweetly lulled by my imagination,&lt;br /&gt;And poetry awakens deep inside:&lt;br /&gt;My heart is churned with lyric agitation,&lt;br /&gt;It trembles, moans, and strives, as if in sleep,&lt;br /&gt;To pour out in the end a free statement-&lt;br /&gt;And here they come - a ghostly swarm of guests,&lt;br /&gt;My long-lost friends, the fruits of all my dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XI&lt;br /&gt;My mind is overcome by dashing thoughts,&lt;br /&gt;And rhymes come running eagerly to meet them,&lt;br /&gt;My hand demands a pen; the pen - a sheet of paper.&lt;br /&gt;Another minute - and my verse will freely flow.&lt;br /&gt;Thus slumbers an immobile ship caught in immobile waters,&lt;br /&gt;But lo! - the sailors rush all of a sudden, crawl&lt;br /&gt;Up top, then down - sails billow, filled with wind;&lt;br /&gt;The massive structure moves, and cuts the waves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XII&lt;br /&gt;It sails. But whither do we sail?...&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421855-113276300207725894?l=bkriplur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bkriplur.blogspot.com/feeds/113276300207725894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421855&amp;postID=113276300207725894&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421855/posts/default/113276300207725894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421855/posts/default/113276300207725894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bkriplur.blogspot.com/2005/11/autumn-pushkin.html' title='Autumn (Pushkin)'/><author><name>B. Kriplur</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421855.post-113231790162724879</id><published>2005-11-18T07:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T16:12:09.261-05:00</updated><title type='text'>At Least Some Admit It</title><content type='html'>"It is true, of course, that much uncertainty exists as to how rehabilitation is best accomplished. See Consuelo-Gonzalez, 521 F.2d at 264. Were that picture clearer, our criminal justice system would be vastly different, and substantially improved. By one estimate, two-thirds of the 640,000 state and federal inmates who will be released in 2004 will return to prison within a few years. The Price of Prisons, N.Y. Times, June 26, 2004, at A26. See Bureau of Justice Statistics, Dep't of Justice, Recidivism of Prisoners Released in 1994 (2002) (finding 67.5% recidivism rate among study population of 300,000 prisoners released in 1994). &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The cost to humanity of our ignorance in these matters is staggering&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U.S. v Gementera 379 F.3d 596, 604&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421855-113231790162724879?l=bkriplur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bkriplur.blogspot.com/feeds/113231790162724879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421855&amp;postID=113231790162724879&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421855/posts/default/113231790162724879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421855/posts/default/113231790162724879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bkriplur.blogspot.com/2005/11/at-least-some-admit-it.html' title='At Least Some Admit It'/><author><name>B. Kriplur</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421855.post-113211263748309549</id><published>2005-11-15T22:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T16:12:09.113-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Metalheads Onion</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.roadrun.com/infernalcombustion/archive.aspx"&gt;Good Stuff&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421855-113211263748309549?l=bkriplur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bkriplur.blogspot.com/feeds/113211263748309549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421855&amp;postID=113211263748309549&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421855/posts/default/113211263748309549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421855/posts/default/113211263748309549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bkriplur.blogspot.com/2005/11/metalheads-onion.html' title='The Metalheads Onion'/><author><name>B. Kriplur</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421855.post-113200384107852497</id><published>2005-11-14T16:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T16:12:08.958-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Go Forth</title><content type='html'>I have added a new link to the site.   I put up two songs so far.  One of them is the song from Gummo that is played when the guys break into Jared Wiggly's house only to find "a gay one."  I couldn't figure out what that song was for years, but thanks to Ian Christy I have figured it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, there is a Gorillaz song that is tolerable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.putfile.com/bkriplur"&gt;GO HERE &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421855-113200384107852497?l=bkriplur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bkriplur.blogspot.com/feeds/113200384107852497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421855&amp;postID=113200384107852497&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421855/posts/default/113200384107852497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421855/posts/default/113200384107852497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bkriplur.blogspot.com/2005/11/go-forth.html' title='Go Forth'/><author><name>B. 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