What about Straw Dogs?

A fairly basic article on the “Straw Man” fallacy. But since fallacies are notoriously difficult to sex, perhaps we could call it the scarecrow fallacy? Or the straw dog? Or straw person?

I do like the idea of the Burning Man and Iron Man fallacies. We can keep those that way because of the cool popular culture references they string along with them.

Cable TV

Sometimes I’m ambivalent that I chose to live without cable. But this article showed me a pretty good reason not to have it.

Apparently, the DVR/Cable box uses as much energy as a refrigerator.

The trend toward always on, always on the starting line devices is something that is both expensive, and a bit troubling.

It’s also one of those great statistics to keep in the back of your head for energy debates. Look at what most Americans use power to do!

Cable TV

Sometimes I’m ambivalent that I chose to live without cable. But this article showed me a pretty good reason not to have it.

Apparently, the DVR/Cable box uses as much energy as a refrigerator.

The trend toward always on, always on the starting line devices is something that is both expensive, and a bit troubling.

It’s also one of those great statistics to keep in the back of your head for energy debates. Look at what most Americans use power to do!

Practice Writing

I don’t think I could do any other job. Sometimes I think I could, but that’s only at moments where I haven’t been properly caffeinated and/or self-medicated.

I took this position ABD, on the understanding that if I didn’t finish in 3 years, I would lose this job. Didn’t bother me much until the summer between year 2 and 3.

Getting motivated to sit down and write wasn’t so hard. I wouldn’t force myself. I would go out and find someone delivering beer and watch them. For as terrible as that job looked, imagining doing it for 8 hours a day 5 days a week was enough. I’d come home and sit down at the keyboard no problem.

My friend just called me: “I spent all day yesterday reading a book!” Amazing life we have, I think. “Good,” I say, “What was it?” She is also le professor, but not in rhetoric.

On Writing, by Stephen King. I’ve never really read him, have you?”

“In High School, yea, I read him some,” I lied. I think I was really obsessed with The Stand, which replaced my boring Chemistry class, and the Gunslinger series, I think it is called The Dark Tower.


“He says you should just sit down and pop off the first draft and go back to it later to do a second draft.”

“Do you think it’s possible to write like that?” I’m pretty uncertain about getting advice from people who have a talent. Hence my suspicion of hiring people who have won a lot of debate tournaments to coach or teach debate. People who have finaled after a struggle, or won a bit, that indicates to me something other than talent. Perhaps it’s all talent and I just prefer a particular kind.

“Sure why not,” she says. “I mean, he might be a genius or something though, but it might be good. How do you do it?”

“I used to watch people deliver beer; it doesn’t work like it used to.”
“Oh?”
“I guess it will work in July or August.”
“You’re weird.”
Yes, I know. “I need to explore new techniques. I have plenty of ideas to write about.”
“What’s your favorite idea?”
“Right now I really like putting conversations from my everyday life into my blog”
“What just like they happen?”
“Yea, well,” I wonder if I should give it all away over the phone. “I make them into little plays.”
“Ok. Sounds weird.” The compulsion to repeat. “Do you just put them in unedited.”
“Well. I do sort of bend them a little, but not much.” Gave it away. I sigh.
“Do you do anything other than plays?”
“Thinking about doing something different.”

The truth of the matter is pretty naive. Writing something is working on all of your writing, I think. But I also believe it’s a cover for procrastination.

What if there’s a finite amount of energy you have for writing in a given day? What if I’m wasting it? What about all those projects in that notebook?

Time is pretty finite, of that we can be sure enough.

Practice Writing

I don’t think I could do any other job. Sometimes I think I could, but that’s only at moments where I haven’t been properly caffeinated and/or self-medicated.

I took this position ABD, on the understanding that if I didn’t finish in 3 years, I would lose this job. Didn’t bother me much until the summer between year 2 and 3.

Getting motivated to sit down and write wasn’t so hard. I wouldn’t force myself. I would go out and find someone delivering beer and watch them. For as terrible as that job looked, imagining doing it for 8 hours a day 5 days a week was enough. I’d come home and sit down at the keyboard no problem.

My friend just called me: “I spent all day yesterday reading a book!” Amazing life we have, I think. “Good,” I say, “What was it?” She is also le professor, but not in rhetoric.

On Writing, by Stephen King. I’ve never really read him, have you?”

“In High School, yea, I read him some,” I lied. I think I was really obsessed with The Stand, which replaced my boring Chemistry class, and the Gunslinger series, I think it is called The Dark Tower.


“He says you should just sit down and pop off the first draft and go back to it later to do a second draft.”

“Do you think it’s possible to write like that?” I’m pretty uncertain about getting advice from people who have a talent. Hence my suspicion of hiring people who have won a lot of debate tournaments to coach or teach debate. People who have finaled after a struggle, or won a bit, that indicates to me something other than talent. Perhaps it’s all talent and I just prefer a particular kind.

“Sure why not,” she says. “I mean, he might be a genius or something though, but it might be good. How do you do it?”

“I used to watch people deliver beer; it doesn’t work like it used to.”
“Oh?”
“I guess it will work in July or August.”
“You’re weird.”
Yes, I know. “I need to explore new techniques. I have plenty of ideas to write about.”
“What’s your favorite idea?”
“Right now I really like putting conversations from my everyday life into my blog”
“What just like they happen?”
“Yea, well,” I wonder if I should give it all away over the phone. “I make them into little plays.”
“Ok. Sounds weird.” The compulsion to repeat. “Do you just put them in unedited.”
“Well. I do sort of bend them a little, but not much.” Gave it away. I sigh.
“Do you do anything other than plays?”
“Thinking about doing something different.”

The truth of the matter is pretty naive. Writing something is working on all of your writing, I think. But I also believe it’s a cover for procrastination.

What if there’s a finite amount of energy you have for writing in a given day? What if I’m wasting it? What about all those projects in that notebook?

Time is pretty finite, of that we can be sure enough.