11 April 2009

Saturday Snark Sausages

Guaranteed USDA Prime snark. Not guaranteed safe for consumption, particularly not near coffee cups and keyboards.

  • Cephalopods take over linguistics. Enough said. Suckers!
  • Martha Stewart has a new cookbook out, running half-a-kilopage. She — or, rather, her ghostwriter(s) — must be awfully verbose; her actual method is closer to "hire a bunch of recent graduates of hoity-toity 'culinary academies' and take credit for what they do... and abuse them mercilessly; that leaves more time for securities fraud, obstruction of justice, appearances on talk shows, and faux-country cow art" than to 500 pages of text and professional photographs.
  • Continuing the culinary theme, youngest remora believes that local drivers are a chunky paté of chicken livers and recycled teenagers, because they vary incredibly between overcautious and suicidal... sometimes in the same bite.
  • Finally on this subtheme, maybe there's a career opportunity in being the CEO's food-taster.
  • Moving on to another part of the platter — equally snarky, just different seasonings — Professor Leiter asks blawggers to give the forthcoming US Snooze rankings all the respect they deserve. For any prospective law students reading this blawg: The single most-important factor for law schools has exactly zero weight in the US Snooze rankings — the probability that students will emerge from those institutions with at least 90% of their ethics and humanity. There are two institutions traditionally in the top eight to ten US Snooze schools for which that is not only not a given, but it is positively difficult to arrange (even by emulating James Dean). You have been warned.
  • Gee, maybe nondirected synthesis of life's building blocks isn't as unlikely as creationists-who-invoke-thermodynamics-without-understanding would like us to believe. What a shock: Religious nutcases have been quoting nature's scripture for the devil's work.
  • Last, and far from least, this weekend's DVD viewing has been fortified with calendar-appropriate films. Which of those things isn't like the others?

And, on a brighter closing note...