tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7851614.post113415316974636508..comments2023-12-21T05:18:05.820-05:00Comments on Lemming's Progress: snow and snowed underlemminghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06767103318863906140noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7851614.post-1135199227156441772005-12-21T16:07:00.000-05:002005-12-21T16:07:00.000-05:00Crime and Romance belong to the Chaotic Age.Crimin...Crime and Romance belong to the Chaotic Age.<BR/><BR/>Criminals and lovers are equally fickle and unpredictable characters.Moultonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14800784950094043498noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7851614.post-1135025208520906282005-12-19T15:46:00.000-05:002005-12-19T15:46:00.000-05:00M - I think you need to include the pulp fiction g...M - I think you need to include the pulp fiction genres of romance and true-life crime. The average American is more likely to read those than, say, Bernard Bailyn or Robin Kelley.<BR/><BR/>Bearing in mind that there's a film by that name, I think I'd have to argue for a "pop lit" era.lemminghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06767103318863906140noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7851614.post-1134862227973109072005-12-17T18:30:00.000-05:002005-12-17T18:30:00.000-05:00Harold Bloom, the intrepid literary critic from Ya...Harold Bloom, the intrepid literary critic from Yale, says there are four ages in the Canon of Western Literature.<BR/><BR/>Chronologically, he defines them as the Theocratic Age, the Aristocratic Age, the Democratic Age, and the Chaotic Age.<BR/><BR/>There is little doubt we are in the Chaotic Age.<BR/><BR/>But that begs the question...<BR/><BR/>What would be the Fifth Age? What comes next?<BR/><BR/>My proposal is to call the Fifth Age the Cybernetic Age, the Systematic Age, or the Autopoetic Age.<BR/><BR/>There isn't a whole lot of literature in the Cybernetic genre. Stanislaw Lem offers The Cyberiad. Neal Stephenson, Phillip K. Dick, and William Gibson have led the way, too.<BR/><BR/>What do you think, Lemming?<BR/><BR/>Is the Fifth Age of Literature something along those lines?Moultonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14800784950094043498noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7851614.post-1134511038488649002005-12-13T16:57:00.000-05:002005-12-13T16:57:00.000-05:00I want to see snow. We don't ever get it. Whenver ...I want to see snow. We don't ever get it. Whenver there's a snow flurry in the forcast, people where I live cancel school and raid the grocery stores.<BR/><BR/>By the way, nice to meet ya.Nölffhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12166270944665518804noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7851614.post-1134431235589786732005-12-12T18:47:00.000-05:002005-12-12T18:47:00.000-05:00Back when I was just a little engineer, my family ...Back when I was just a little engineer, my family included a male dachshund. When he went out into snow of more than a couple inches' depth, the trail that he left inspired pity and terror in me. Two parallel files of paw prints, staggered, and in between: yes, a small furrow plowed in the frozen white stuff. Truly, his was the life of a dog, at least in winter.Jim Wetzelhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07358539074647113747noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7851614.post-1134361192353533272005-12-11T23:19:00.000-05:002005-12-11T23:19:00.000-05:00(I'm a different "Rob" from above, btw)Even though...(I'm a different "Rob" from above, btw)<BR/><BR/>Even though Chester is from Virginia, he LOVES the snow. Hoodathunkit? It's particularly amusing when the snow is taller than his short legs...he has to hop, kind of like a rabbit, and he has the ears to match. <BR/><BR/>Hope Sam can carve a path for himself.Robhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17880299466551132570noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7851614.post-1134340844820921802005-12-11T17:40:00.000-05:002005-12-11T17:40:00.000-05:00Hope you got a snow day!Hope you got a snow day!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7851614.post-1134310156997620602005-12-11T09:09:00.000-05:002005-12-11T09:09:00.000-05:00My dog used to walk on the snow like it was burnin...My dog used to walk on the snow like it was burning coals. I always felt sorry for him. I wanted to buy him little booties, but I did not want to ruin his dignity.torporindyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15056537189685125961noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7851614.post-1134159009244778152005-12-09T15:10:00.000-05:002005-12-09T15:10:00.000-05:00Our mutt runs throughthe deep snow like crazy for ...Our mutt runs throughthe deep snow like crazy for about two minutes, then does her duty and whines at the door for entrance back inside.John Burzynskihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01150703086918637288noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7851614.post-1134155808112640092005-12-09T14:16:00.000-05:002005-12-09T14:16:00.000-05:00I had an almost identical night. Result? New boo...I had an almost identical night. Result? New books on desk: 8; Books on floor next to desk: 7.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com