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Who are you guys anyway? Isn't this Objects for Living, the tasteful ARI Live Statuary/action figure site?

J, I think you are onto something here. This is an exciting, exportable idea -- vital philosophy and local culture, much more meaningful to throw than octopi, also less slimy. (physically only!). Let's see.... Florida fans could throw Atlas with Golden Girls tapes, especially effective against visiting teams full of groaning, limping veterans Oilers fans could throw Atlas with Calumet K, not exactly culturally accurate but I am not sure AR knew the difference between Saskatchewan and Kansas, so a third-round draft pick from Bratislava likely wouldn't either. LA Kings fans could have a choice, Atlas plus Day of the Locust,t Mickey Spillane or a Kardashian (previously suggested, depending on if Hardin can negotiate a suitable fee.) Here in TO of course, we could throw the tape of Mayor Ford's star turn in the Nutcracker. Enough said.

Editor's note: There is no Somebody who is not Phil or Jonathan or PDS until his cheque clears, it is all about them all the time with reservations as everyone can rationally see, stop wasting our time with this, you have been warned before. Fed up with editing, Ed.

My guess - men could vote, except for slaves or Indians. There may have been property or birthplace requirements Everybody else (more than half the population) couldn't.

Caveat visitor. As Teemu Selanne recently reminded, it's "Friendly Manitoba" on the licence plates. Not Friendly Alberta.

Daunce, Honest lawyer? Isn't that a contradiction or stolen concept or floating abstraction or something? Michael I dunno, you're the Objectivist. All I know is, he told me his cheque is in the mail and I believed him.

At least he did not post it in video form. Thankful for small mercies, Carol

Can't find anything on basketball groupie nicknames...players call them a lay up though. Heh. How about football? Brown Eyed Girls? Always wondered about that phrase... Brown Eyed Girl - Van Morrison - Key Double Lyric of song:"Slipping and a-sliding..... with you, my brown-eyed girl" (1) "Brown eyed girl" is drug slang for brown heroin and the song is about the love for the drug."slipping and a sliding" is a description of using a needle for injection..... But if you know how the song was first written and titled* by Morrision, then that isn't likely; (2) Main/real meaning: The song is about a interracial relationship, a white guy making love to his black girlfriend. *Note: The original title was "Brown Skinned Girl", but because the song was being released in the 1960s, Morrision's new record company made him rewrite the song so radio stations wouldn't have a problem with the song's story of an interracial relationship (a big deal back then). The song ended up being banned by some stations anyway for the lyric "Making love in the green grass". Cripes. I was just thinking about "behind the stadium." Sorry, football fans... we all know the NFL is totally drug free,

Can't find anything on basketball groupie nicknames...players call them a lay up though. Heh. How about football? Brown Eyed Girls?

Damn Yankees! Oh, so now you have to bring Gwen Verdon into this! Next you are going to sing You've gotta have tart oops ...heart, all you really need is hear Ah, baseball was baseball in those days. Years ago I read Ball Four, by Jim Bouton (pretty good read as I recall). He said that baseball groupies were called "Baseball Annies" back then. Are they still called that? And what do they call basketball groupies? DO NOT say "Ho's".

It's based on a song by James Taylor. It was used on a local talk radio show, Neil Rogers was the host, back when Monica was news. I think the way this worked was the song was licensed by region from a company, and I don't know who the singer or writer was. I can't believe it was only played locally, it's just too good. Good! It's filthy, you pervos. It's really hard to lower the tone of a hockey thread, but you have done it. Never underestimate the dark powers of the Doctor! Entire Populace Outraged Respectability, Carolina So commenting on the President of the United States of America inserting a cigar in the 21 year old orifice of an intern in the Oval Orifice...oops Office is to be commended and respected? Adam confused by liberals from the North and their selective moral code Who are y'all calling northerners, Yankee? Comment on anything you damn please. we can't figger out the answer to your rotarycle question anyway. Just leave Carolina in My Mind out of your dirty sex singing. Some things is sacred. E.P.

It's based on a song by James Taylor. It was used on a local talk radio show, Neil Rogers was the host, back when Monica was news. I think the way this worked was the song was licensed by region from a company, and I don't know who the singer or writer was. I can't believe it was only played locally, it's just too good. Good! It's filthy, you pervos. It's really hard to lower the tone of a hockey thread, but you have done it. Never underestimate the dark powers of the Doctor! Entire Populace Outraged Respectability, Carolina

"Hand out"? No. There's no "handing out" in hockey. Rather, Atlas Shruggeds are the perfect size and weight to bean Islanders with from the stands. J lol. makes me think of a favourite cummings: plato told him he didn't believe it (jesus told him; he wouldn't believe it) lao tzu told him and general )yes mam) sherman; and even (believe it or not) you told him: i told him; we told him (he didn't believe it, no sir) it took a niponnized bit of the old sixth avenue el; in the top of his head; to tell him

I said that it is the less dangerous form of corruption and I said I saw it in myself (this one in particular actually). Also, I don't believe that I can ever profit from others being irrational (which I believe is what you're saying here). To put it extremely, how do I profit from the "cluelessness" of cats and dogs - they are even more clueless, aren't they? Whoa, that's a big leap from a specific situation into the Wide World of Animals. Let's just stick with homo erectus for now. In reality, the hightech job market is finite. If workers of equal ability to yours irrationally refuse to learn new skills, you will be employed to ply those skills instead of them - you would have an advantage. I was picking up on Xray's probings about threat and danger.

George: Self grading, not an easy task, I wonder if anyone else has had the experience? In my senior year at college, I was taking a course with the Department Chairman who offered myself and two (2) other political science, speech and philosophy majors teaching fellowships at the end of that final year. In the course I was taking with him, he announced that it would also be self graded which was quite radical in 1965! It was the most difficult task I ever had had to deal with, up to that time, in terms of school. The Randian philosophical gestalt was the most difficult aspect of grading myself. You at least did not have to be concerned about what your teacher thought about you, lol. I completely respected mine. He had come out of Missouri politics and was a speechwriter for both Truman and Adlai Stevenson. In 1956, he was on the podium with Stevenson when he accepted the nomination for the second time. The interesting aspect about him was that he never condemned Rand, but engaged in thoughtful debate about her ideas. He was an excellent model for intelligent discourse, or, rhetoric, in the classical definition. You brought back some fond memories, thanks. Adam I never got to self grade. I did get to grade my schoolmates in high school though. I was the vice-principal's pet and he asked me to mark English essays, because doing it himself was bad for his blood pressure. A dubious bonus was that I also got to look up the IQ scores of our class, which were in his desk drawer where of course I snooped.(I don't know why but the test scores were not given to us or our parents and kept confidential, but obviously not strictly). At age 17 I learned what I had been suspecting, that I was not one of the smartest people in the world, and was not even as smart as my academic rival, Candy Jane Littlejohn (her real name -- yes, Candy Jane and Carol Jane. What an adorable pair we were.) No longer could I fondly believe she got higher marks than me just because she actually studied.

Ninth, he just called you and your co-Philophobes "not a doctor and his brain brothers." I find this fairly playful and a definite progression from "***!!*** and ##***!!?!!!

Yes! Get a Jersey made with Rand and Rose brandishing hockey sticks. I'm sure Adam can rush you a box of Atlas Shruggeds to hand out.

Mallory's drooling beast, the force of irrationality, which brought all evil in the world, most notably the dark ages and whatever you call what was behind the iron curtain. It's not a distinct group of people, but it's some people more than others. It's in all of us to some extent, surely I've seen it in myself. The force corrupts language and turns reason against man. Since most (all?) men are intellectually second-handed in one way or another, this has massive consequences. Some corruptions are more important than others. The definition of morality is one of the more important ones, but even more important is probably the "do-gooder premise" we've been argueing about. An example template of a rather unimportant kind of corruption is: "Programming language X is better than Y because of Z." (uttered by someone whose skill is X and identifies with it). All of this has its origin in evasion. A learned worker who didn't want to face the fact that his skill is becoming useless, an altruist who doesn't want to face the fact that he sold out and is now worthless - it's all one and the same, the latter is only more frequent, more fundamental and thus more dangerous. Dangerous to whom? To you? If workers evade the "reality" that their skills are becoming worthless, how does this threaten you, who would never evade such an inevitability, and presumably might profit in the job market from the cluelessness of others?

I like the sound of your friend. Me,I would have stayed outside too, or if I couldn't get outside, under the table.

Carol: My client is in Brooklyn NY. This is the negotiator for the Bank who works and lives in Toronto that I am interacting with. Sorry if I was not clear. I will be able to find out that info though. because I am very good at bonding with folks in these types of interactions. Adam Carol: http://www.facebook....150551448355586 Impeach Mayor Bob petition! Heh. RobDoug just had a temporary upsurge in popularity after appearing with the National Ballet as the Cannon Doll in the Nutcracker. Seriously.

Whistler's Mother Superior!

Chere Madame, I see that you are writing from Florida, where the large number of snowbirds and Quebecois and those 62 Tampa Bay fans does indeed make it difficult to make your "brand" distinct among the other 300-lb. puck bunnies. Standing tall should be no problem if you are creative. You could wear stilts and a Chara jersey. Or less drastically, put skate guards on your high heels As to makeup - thank you for enclosing your photo. I think a goalie mask with an intriguing motif, "Halloween" perhaps, would be the best solution. Bonne chance, Emile.

Lest we forget how good Phil is at writing unambiguous word problems: http://www.objectivi...ndpost&p=105389 Note, carefully, the edit stamps. The original question did not specify “open-topped”. Merlin and I immediately answered the original question correctly, only to be harangued by Phil that the problem was just too difficult for us, or for anyone on OL. That is except, of course, for Phil. Now that edit stamps are optional I suggest quoting Phil’s posts before answering him, since now he can cover his tracks much better. Owning up to mistakes isn’t characteristic behavior for him. Compare to here, when I was recently unhorsed by MSK. No big deal, I was wrong, he proved it, I acknowledged it. How would Phil have handled that? Unless you’re a newbie, you already know. Read what Phil posts there and be reminded of his insufferable sense of superiority. Is this common with teachers? --Brant Lest we forget how good Phil is at writing unambiguous word problems: http://www.objectivi...ndpost&p=105389 Note, carefully, the edit stamps. The original question did not specify “open-topped”. Merlin and I immediately answered the original question correctly, only to be harangued by Phil that the problem was just too difficult for us, or for anyone on OL. That is except, of course, for Phil. Now that edit stamps are optional I suggest quoting Phil’s posts before answering him, since now he can cover his tracks much better. Owning up to mistakes isn’t characteristic behavior for him. Compare to here, when I was recently unhorsed by MSK. No big deal, I was wrong, he proved it, I acknowledged it. How would Phil have handled that? Unless you’re a newbie, you already know. Read what Phil posts there and be reminded of his insufferable sense of superiority. Is this common with teachers? --Brant Yes, of course. After all, we are superior.

Don't worry about it, everyone makes some errors at first. Spelking is easier than Kipling once you get the hang of it. Candy is dandy and liquor is quicker but barging is funner.

As the news increasingly shows us examples of ordinary people who fail to act to stop injustices and prevent evildoers from doing more evil, I remain troubled by certain admitted non-actions by one in our midst, to wit, PDS. As he has recounted himself, years ago, he found himself in the same restaurant as Peter Pocklington, better known as Pocketed It All, who at that time was in the process of betraying hockey's greatest player for his own gain and tearing the heart and soul out of Canada, and probably kicking his dog also. And everybody knew it. Did PDS stroll casually over to that fiend's table and elbow his fat face into his soup? He did not. He may have sneered, he may have shuddered, his pint of Molson may have tasted suddenly bitter, but he stayed in his seat. Well, you might say, "ordinary people" rules do not apply to PDS.I have heard on absolutely reliable evidence that he is an honest lawyer. Also, he is an Objectivist or at least a Rand fan and these are extraordinary people by definition. Yet Rand enjoined everyone to make moral judgments, except on her, (See, she's up there at the top, enjoining!) Thus with heavy heart and many soul-searching sessions with the Ethics Committee of the Sacred Igloo, I bring my dilemma into the public arena. What would you have done?