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by Fritz Gerlich
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Taras Bulba has always troubled me. Gogol wrote the greatest single work of Russian literature, bar none: Dead Souls. (Even unfinished it beats all the others.) Taras Bulba is an enormously entertaining read, but it reeks of Russian chauvinism, anti-semitism and glorification of one of the most brutal peoples ever to inhabit the earth, the Cossacks. But I learned recently that Gogol actually wrote two versions of Taras Bulba. The first one was written in Ukrainian in 1835, and the second in Russian about ten years later. The Russian version is considerably longer because Gogol added a lot of "Russian soul" blahooey to it to attract a Russian readership. I really would like to read the Ukrainian version (in translation, of course), but it seems that it is hard to get even in Ukraine, and I can't find any evidence it has ever been translated into English. If anybody has any leads, please let me know.

Would somebody please explain "carbon trading" to me? I certainly get the idea that if emission of greenhouse gases is a limited privilege, then there could be a market in it. But, to the best of my knowledge, nowhere on earth are there enforceable laws against emission of greenhouse gases, as such. There are laws against air pollutants that may incidentally reduce some greenhouse emissions, and there may be laws in some places mandating gradual adoption of certain technologies, but neither of those is a limit on the right to emit the gases.Without such a limit, why would anybody pay for such a right?

It is hard to believe intelligent adults actually think that anything in this world is going to stop, or even slow, the anthropogenic production of greenhouse gases. I mean--seriously? Why don't we just save all the money that goes into these grand international talkfests and use it to do something practical, like move to higher ground? That's what we're doing in Alaska.

Francisco Franco was an incredibly nervy bastard. In Morocco, he once he sat on top of a wall as bullets whistled around him and and laughed at his men for cowering behind it. In his later career, he was the absolute master of remaining bland, mute, colorless, leading people to think he was indecisive. Then he struck like a cobra. He was also believed to have a bladder of steel, even in old age. He sometimes chaired 12-hour Council of Minister meetings without allowing a single bathroom break. Franco died cuddling the mummified arm of Theresa of Avila. How's that for throw-up material?

Speaking of bladders, in earlier times people were "cut for the stone." In the Middle Ages, this meant making a crude slash in the perineum, reaching up inside the bladder, and groping for the stone. At least half of patients died. By the 17th century, surgeons had evolved a surprisingly sophisticated technique of first locating the stone by inserting fine probes through the urethral opening, then making a tiny incision in the perineum and fishing the stone out with a special forceps. The mortality rate for that procedure was, at least in the case of one well-regarded surgeon, only around 10%. This suggests a possible way to reduce medical costs in America: outlaw anesthetics.

Can anybody explain to me why on earth anybody would watch athletic competitions, unless maybe they had a kid playing? For the life of me, I can't understand what is at all interesting about watching strangers chase a goddam ball around. Paying money for the privilege strikes me as worse than pointless. Now this, that's different. I'd pay to see that.

The air-to-air missiles used in the Vietnam war were practically worthless. I don’t mean just the Russian missiles. The American ones had something like a 3% kill rate. This was not what the American public was led to believe by the Pentagon and enthusiastic media accounts of aerial combat. Air Force pilots began to demand that their craft be armed with 20mm cannon, because they were failing to get kills they could have got if they had had such armaments. Fortunately, the Air Force had done an excellent study of aerial gunnery in the late 1950’s and knew exactly what systems to install. U.S. kill rates rose sharply, although the overall performance of the U.S. Air Force in the Vietnam War remained very mediocre.


Restless replies
by ducadmo
I liked the movie with Yul Brenner. Was it based on the book? Never read it. Read 'Dead Souls'. In eighth grade. Probably should read it again. Yup. Carbon trading is pretty hokey, but if you can play Old Maid, you can figure out how it works. We hit a peak in coal and oil somewhere in the spring of 2008. We will likely never burn more than that. It's the rate of decline we're interested in. Probably won't be fast enough. Won't hurt to try anyway. Cutting oil will be easy. Coal, not so easy. Agree mostly about sports except for two things. Beer. That's one. The second exception is womens' tennis. You got to listen to it with your eyes closed. Sounds just like lesbians having sex with a toilet plunger. Bayonets were pretty useless in the Civil war. When did they stop putting them on the end of rifles, I forgot.
yeah, well...
by MichaelRyerson

The little-known original edition was translated into Ukrainian and made available to the Ukrainian audience only in 2005.

had a Captain in Vietnam who took pleasure in walking, upright, through our position while we were taking in-coming, barking orders for, 'when the shelling stops...' was sorta impressive in a deranged way. btw, he didn't make it but not because of the in-coming.

What were you, the last kid picked in T-ball or something?
by Inkberrow

Athletic competition is a noble, hallowed, and essential endeavor.

Essential first and foremost, as it serves to slake the appetites of Nietzsche's Beasts, individually and as tribes and nations, which appetites otherwise, as history and local police reports have demonstrated, can be quite destructive indeed. Team sports sublimate and diffuse tribal animosities.

Hallowed by long-standing tradition, athletic competition, and the nobility of participation and prowess therein, has from the beginning been considered to be part and parcel of the very apex of world civilizations, that of the Greeks and Romans, and their Western beneficiaries and descendants. The development of the body for display and competition paralleled that of the mind, and even our modern-day re-conception of the Renaissance Man must include an outdoor, physical component.

Spectator sports provide live human drama of unmatched quality and importance. The heroes, villains, failures, and scapegoats of top-end athletic competition make up some of the most memorable and instructive figures in all civilization, rivalling the greatest statesmen, generals, scientists, and artists for legendary cultural status.

And last but not least, for the not so noble, sports are crucial to the Life of the Man-Couch. Pretzels and beer, cursing and cheering, and the lamentations of uncomprehending women.

Maybe you should replace
by Isonomist

Andy Rooney. I'd watch the end of 60 Minutes more often.

It's interesting you mentioned antique surgeries and Old Russia. There were Causasoid mummies found in western China who evidently had undergone (and lived through) some form of liver surgery that involved taking it out, washing it, and putting it back in. Yeeouch!

Re: Maybe you should replace
by MaryAnn

There were Causasoid mummies found in western China who evidently had undergone (and lived through) some form of liver surgery that involved taking it out, washing it, and putting it back in.

Ancient China rules!

The ancient Chinese could do just about anything. Just ask august.

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