Have I been slipping recently? I wonder — really I do. For the past week or so, writing this blog has been a real slog. But then, everything has. It’s just that I think it is more likely to show up here. It all started about a week ago.
I was at Trader Joe’s. I love that place. Things cost what they should cost, by and large. And I had just run in to get a couple of things. Really: the total was maybe $13. And I ran my card and it came up, “Insufficient funds.” That was shocking because I spend almost no money and am far too careful to ever get at the very end of my financial resources. But I did have a thought: the state of California was hungry again!
So I rushed off to the bank and they told me that, in fact, the state of California had put a hold on my entire account: checking and savings. You see, at the end of 2008, I got very sick. I ended up being in the hospital almost six months. I don’t even remember the first month there. I do remember getting to the hospital, but after that it’s all a blank. There were various things wrong with me, but the coolest thing was whatever was making fluid build up in my body. At one point, they drained three quarts of yellow liquid from the chest of my 99 pound body. And I have to admit: I felt a lot better afterwards! I had gotten so used to the pain that I didn’t even realize it was there.
As a result of this, I never paid the taxes on the money I had made that year. I’m sure I knew this somewhere in my mind. But this is not the kind of thing that I keep focused on. Finance is not my kind of thing. But this was a bad year to do this on, because I made a lot of money with a company that was paying me as an independent contractor, even though that was illegal. Not that it matters. They were rich people and the law in America is very clear on the fact that if you are rich, the law doesn’t apply to you.
So suddenly, I found I had no money — or very close to it, anyway. And then, I got into this extended argument with someone who is nominally an ally in the political blogging world. It was about Scottish independence. You know: an issue that I don’t care that much about. So I was my usual cavalier self. I mean: good God! The vote was over and my side lost! Is it that big a deal to note that 45% of the Scottish people voting for independence is actually a shockingly good showing? I mean, actual Scot who was against independence Alex Massie admitted the same thing. But this brought on a rage out of all proportion.
This shouldn’t have been that big a deal. But as always, I wondered if I had done something wrong. I don’t mind going to battle over things I care about with people I disagree with. But in this case, neither of these conditions were met. I mostly agreed with my adversary. And every comment I made was an attempt to extricate myself, only to be told that my latest attempt just showed what a terrible person I was. Of course, this wasn’t the first time I had gone toe-to-toe with this guy. I get the impression that he is the kind of guy who has nothing but strongly held opinions and so gets his back up over the smallest of disagreements. I admire that, and I’m glad he’s on my side. Of course:
But it was just one of those things. He felt very strongly about the issue and I didn’t. He thought I was being a jerk because I wasn’t engaging in debate the way he thought I should. And I thought he was being a jerk by not letting me ease out of the debate. I fully admit I should have just dropped it. But I was determined to find some common ground and come to a gentle landing. That didn’t happen. He ended up deleting our last two comments and then not publishing my final comment. I have no idea what our current status is, but I plan to go back over to his site and comment in a week or so. Hopefully, I’m still welcome.
Regardless, with the financial problems and the fact that the internet really is a terrible place, I’ve had this idea in my mind that giving up everything might be a very good idea. Unfortunately, I don’t have that option. So as a result, in addition to taking work that I’m really not looking forward to, I will probably soon be putting up some ads on this site. I figure that ought to at least pay for my phone bill. Although I’d actually rather just get rid of my phone. Unfortunately, I’m going to need it for the work that I don’t want to do.
Woe is me!
Philip Klein interviewed Paul Ryan at the Washington Examiner yesterday,
Ryan, of course, doesn’t care about climate change. It is hard to say where he is on the
On this day in 1869,
There was a time when the Census Bureau just released figures on poverty as in, “How much money are people making?” But as conservatives saw that poverty rates remained high, they balked. “What about all those fist fulls of sweaty cash we are giving them?!” they screamed. That is: what about the aid the poor get from the federal government? And so the Census Bureau came out with another measure, the 
Speaking of that, let’s talk about the scrotum for a moment. Much of the human body is ugly, but nothing is as ugly as the scrotum. Now you would have thought after all this time, evolution would have produced a more attractive scrotum. Women would have seen a man naked, noticed his hideous scrotum and run away. This would have put evolutionary pressure on the scrotum, allowing men with slightly less disgusting scrotum to have produced sons with slightly less disgusting scrotum until it looks at least slightly more attractive than Kuato.
I am a generalist by nature. This is part of why I am no longer a scientist. It just isn’t in me to dig really deep into what are usually esoteric subjects. I’m fascinated by zoology, but the idea of spending a lifetime studying evolutionary changes in the jawbone of the cougar strikes me as rather dull — even though I fully admit that for the right kind of person, there could hardly be a more fascinating subject. This is true of politics too. I know more about economics than most political bloggers, but I certainly am nothing close to an expert. The same is true of political science.
Dean Baker wrote an interesting article this morning, 
Listen up folks:
I think the Bible is fascinating. It’s like the Iliad, but it consists of a bunch of short stories rather than one long, gorgeous narrative. And it isn’t nearly as interesting. But I do love the Bible in the same way. Ancient literature is awesome! It’s always interesting to see what stories different peoples tell themselves because of what it says about them. Just look at what postmodern literature says about us! Look at Waiting for Godot, which is a modernist work. It says that we are a people coming to terms with the fact that we have only each other to rely on and there is no God (or anything else) that will save us. Then comes Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead, a postmodernist work. It says that we’ve given up on finding any meaning and we are going to just have fun playing word games and solving Sudoku puzzles.
There is a reason why one man is born black and with other disadvantages, while another is born white with great advantages. The reason is that we once had an estate before we came here, and were obedient, more or less, to the laws that were given us there. Those who were faithful in all things there received greater blessings here, and those who were not faithful received less…