Ah, useless bar talk. But is it? How much of your current world view has been tested in the crucible of bar talk? Even if you are among friends, there are differences of opinion, and your friends won't let you slide with bullshit explanations, or will hound you mercilessly if you propound a position you are unable to support.
And then, if you do wax eloquent, you can and do sway the opinions of those in ear shot. They take away what they can remember between beer jokes and looking at some hot chick, and next Sunday dinner with the family find themselves spouting off what was discussed at the bar! People reevaluate their thoughts and go to the polls and vote like responsible thinking human beings. (Ok, I guess that was a stretch.)
Anyway, this blogging may have some of those very same attributes, minus alcohol and hot chicks in eyesight.
I like to do my principal research in bars, where people are more likely to tell the truth or, at least, lie less convincingly than they do in briefings and books. O'Rourke, P.J. (1989), Holidays in hell. London (Picador), 212
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"Stark staring incredulity is a far more loyal tribute to that truth than a modernist metaphysic that would make it out merely a matter of degree. It were better to rend our robes with a great cry against blasphemy, like Caiaphas in the judgement, or to lay hold of the man as a maniac possessed of devils like the kinsmen and the crowd, rather than to stand stupidly debating fine shades of pantheism in the presence of so catastrophic a claim. There is more of the wisdom that is one with surprise in any simple person, full of the sensitiveness of simplicity, who should expect the grass to wither and the birds to drop dead out of the air, when a strolling carpenter's apprentice said calmly and almost carelessly, like one looking over his shoulder: 'Before Abraham was, I am.'"
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Ah, useless bar talk. But is it? How much of your current world view has been tested in the crucible of bar talk? Even if you are among friends, there are differences of opinion, and your friends won't let you slide with bullshit explanations, or will hound you mercilessly if you propound a position you are unable to support.
And then, if you do wax eloquent, you can and do sway the opinions of those in ear shot. They take away what they can remember between beer jokes and looking at some hot chick, and next Sunday dinner with the family find themselves spouting off what was discussed at the bar! People reevaluate their thoughts and go to the polls and vote like responsible thinking human beings. (Ok, I guess that was a stretch.)
Anyway, this blogging may have some of those very same attributes, minus alcohol and hot chicks in eyesight.
I add this gem to the mix:
I like to do my principal research in bars, where people are more likely to tell the truth or, at least, lie less convincingly than they do in briefings and books.
O'Rourke, P.J. (1989), Holidays in hell. London (Picador), 212
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