Friday Ephemera (841)
Not, it seems, alone. (h/t, Mr Muldoon) || Lady doings. || Get a dog, they said. || A guide to Norway’s fancier toilets. || So, can you tell what it is yet? || Chicken hypnosis, 1923. || You may begin shenanigans, she said. || Sugar butter. || Bold overtaking. || Testing vintage nutcrackers. || Party toast. || He wants to lecture you on “disgusting and wrongheaded ideas,” and he uses the word perverse. || The progressive retail experience, parts 768, 769, 770, 771, 772 and 773. || Snap, crackle, pop. || Paradiddling. || Big sleeping things. || The robots are coming. || The Restroom Archive, an interactive repository of toilets. Includes graffiti and discolouring. (h/t, Tacky Raccoons) || Modernity, baby. || These are some of these. || A tiny noise. || Artefacts of note. || And finally, how to spell seventeen.
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As Rafi pointed out, they don’t seem overly perceptive about their own motives either.
From the replies:
And, perhaps more to the point, many of us have jobs.
Nor honest.
There is, I think, an asymmetry. So far as I can tell, non-leftists tend to be less animated by politics. Their lives are rarely consumed by politics to the same degree. Because being consumed by politics isn’t healthy. It isn’t the stuff a life should be made of.
It’s why I’d argue that, perhaps contrary to appearances, this blog is only indirectly about politics. It’s the psychology that interests me, the assumptions, contortions and dishonesties. The mental limbo dancing.
On behalf of who? Why?