Greetings, my fellow port swillers!
Finally, finally, for the first time since about mid-May, ol’ Robbo is once again posting over the family Mac in the comfort and convenience of his basement lair.
The power! THE POWER!! THE POOOOWERRRR!!!!
So just a small sample of this and that to get back into the feel of things:
♦ Regular friends of the decanter may be wondering how the Eldest is doing her first week of college? Well, as to be expected, the barometer has swung pretty wildly between “Stormy” and “Set Fair” as she begins to internalize just what she’s got herself into. She reports that she took her first road trip over to Hamster-Squidney Friday evening and hated it. “Nothing but beer and pot,” was her dismissive summary. (Scots Presbyterian roots run deep.) Somehow or other, this rejection doesn’t bother ol’ Robbo very much.
♦ Do you know what a “tiguan” is? Neither did ol’ Robbo. Neither did the Volkswagen salesman from whom we bought a used one yesterday for the Middle Gel, who will be a high school junior this year. He thought it had something to do with wind. Turns out that it was just the idea of some German marketing-wallah who thought it would be hip to blend together the words “tiger” and “iguana”. I’ve no idea why.
♦ In case you missed it, Tom Wolfe has a new book coming out entitled The Kingdom of Speech. From the ad copy over at the devil’s website, it doesn’t sound like another one of his sledge-hammer social satires, but instead something of a more academic nature:
Tom Wolfe, whose legend began in journalism, takes us on an eye-opening journey that is sure to arouse widespread debate. THE KINGDOM OF SPEECH is a captivating, paradigm-shifting argument that speech–not evolution–is responsible for humanity’s complex societies and achievements.
From Alfred Russel Wallace, the Englishman who beat Darwin to the theory of natural selection but later renounced it, and through the controversial work of modern-day anthropologist Daniel Everett, who defies the current wisdom that language is hard-wired in humans, Wolfe examines the solemn, long-faced, laugh-out-loud zig-zags of Darwinism, old and Neo, and finds it irrelevant here in the Kingdom of Speech.
Whatever you want to call it, I plan to pick up a copy.
Well, that’s enough to start. As I mentioned below, ol’ Robbo is starting his summah hols, and since I’m not planning on going anywhere, I’ll probably spend a fair bit of time flittering about on the innertoobs, catching up with a bunch of blogs I haven’t been able to conveniently get too in my forced exile.
In the meantime, I’m off to Netflix to charge up the ol’ queue, which has been dry as a bone for about a month. See you soon!