Everything I Believe about Religion III: The Personal Turn
Just how close do I get to religion? Let me tell you.
Just how close do I get to religion? Let me tell you.
I will be offensive. If it’s any consolation, I suspect that we all are, hereabouts.
In which Jason offers to bet on the future of Soylent, the product that promises to “liberate your body” … from food.
Prison isn’t just our favorite punishment. It’s also how our justice system determines the truth.
When does politics trump science? Whenever it wants to. That’s a problem with modern politics in general, and — at least in part — we owe it to the malign influence of Jean-Jacques Rousseau.
It’s far from a perfect measure, but it’s better than what we had before. How’s your state doing?
In a society with a strong central state, you may be treated as an individual. Under the rule of the clan, you’ll get questions like: “Who are your parents?”
Same-sex marriage might mean fewer babies. But how many fewer? It’s actually very hard to tell.
Early that morning, a tiny, not terribly bright idea got lodged in Frank’s head. It happens quite often to the soft-headed. And, unfortunately, Frank was feeling ambitious.
“I actually like privatization,” said the Capitalist. “How can you not?”
“I like privatization too,” said the Cynic.
Bitcoin’s value has been driven almost entirely by speculation, and I have the graphs to prove it. (Updated, now with another graph!)
On Twitter I was asked to post this recipe, so here it is. It’s among my favorite beers ever, and it’s only available (so far) on tap at our domestic basement bar.
“Older people can sometimes lose their reflexes,” said Mrs. Niece. “And their coordination. I mean, maybe you haven’t, but they do need to check.”
In which manure explains the unholy alliance between big government and big corporations.
Representative Trey Radel (R-FL) pleaded guilty this morning to cocaine possession. As Radel recently voted to drug test all food stamp recipients, the temptation is strong simply to smile and declare that it couldn’t...
Jason Kuznicki looks at rational ignorance in the voting booth.
Just a quick note: I’ve got a long thing over at the Umlaut today. Feel free to comment there, rather than here.
The phrase “driverless car” is clunky and imprecise. See that parking lot? Those are driverless cars. Ugh. Call them autonomes instead.