January 23, 2012

The Subjectivity of Objectivity

Three perhaps tangentially related items. One is this, found in an article about Dan Quayle In National Review:
Yet [Quayle] can still make news, as he did on December 6, when he endorsed Mitt Romney for president. “He’s a solid conservative, and he’s our best chance to beat President Obama,” says Quayle...it had been in the works for even longer, with Romney phoning Quayle on a regular basis to talk politics. None of the other candidates had even bothered to contact the former veep. “Romney was the only one to ask for my support,” says Quayle.
So one is left to wonder: is the ego-stroking of Quayle the real cause of the endorsement? How many political endorsements are frauds in that either a) the endorser wants something (like a cabinet position) or b) simply like being pitched? (Of course, Quayle's endorsement may be an honest reflection of what he thinks.)

And second, absurdly trivial, note this blurred image taken from a basketball game:
See those circled in red: the player in red is talking to the player in white. The player in red has the ball but is moving his pivot foot without dribbling. This is ostensibly a traveling violation. There are 4 seconds left in the game. The ref is making a motion but I don't know what it means. There was no call, and time was left to expire. The rules are made in service of the game, not the game in service of the rules.

Thirdly, I look almost longingly at the new roll-top desk and it's rich compartmentalization, it's promise of hidey-hole secrets, like faux walls that conceal ornate libraries. I look at it and it's pleasantly symmetrical dimensions, it's early 1900s post-office desk feel, it's sturdy, comforting presence. But it's just a thing, an object, and has no real mass. It's seeming hardness is merely floating molecules.

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