Showing posts with label bottle bombs. Show all posts
Showing posts with label bottle bombs. Show all posts

Saturday, August 21, 2010

From lawn jockeys to bottle bombs

Used to be that a lawn was a middle-class person's version of a farm. Now it's becoming a battle ground.

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http://www.snopes.com/crime/warnings/bottlebomb.asp

Up-date:

I read B.F. Skinner, Walden Two somewhere around 40 years ago. I liked it. It's an easy read and fun and interesting for a youngster. I picked up a copy a few years ago to use in a post, so far unwritten, comparing Skinner to Viktor Frankl, Man's Search for Meaning. I posted this piece above sometime this afternoon, rushing out the door to do some work on my latest effort, A Genealogy of Left Dhimmi Fascism, a history of ideas. I got out the door with a stack of books, Walden Two being one of eight. I piled in to them when I got to the diner for coffee. I looked over 1960s copy of Herman Hesse, Steppenwolf, and some other books, before I gave a few moments to skimming over Walden Two. I got to page 15 and suddenly stopped dead. I'll quote it here. I find this amazing as a coincidence.

"We wanted an expanse of cropped grass in our front yard," Frazier explained, "but it's too close to the buildings for a regular sheep pasture. It's used a great deal by the children. In fact, we all use it as a sort of lawn. By the way"-- he turned particularly to Castle and me--"do you remember Veblen's analysis of the lawn in the Theory of the Leisure Class?"
"I do, indeed," said Castle. "It was supposed to represent a bit of choice but conspicuously unconsumed pasture." ...
"That's right," said Frazier, with a slight smile. "Well, this is our lawn.


And so on.

Which I think is an amazing coincidence. How often do I write about lawns and Thorsten Veblen's idiot ideas about anything? Or about B.F.Skinner? Today, writing about Veblen just in passing, I reread Skinner on Veblen after I'd written above about lawns. Amazing.




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