Bush Legs

How can people prefer white chicken meat to dark? It’s the weirdest thing I’ve ever heard.

And it turns out that the famous Bush legs that were such a godsend to us in the early post-Soviet years came to us because Americans don’t like dark chicken meat. Oh, I’ll never forget those Bush legs and what a life-changing thing they were. Maybe I’ll make some when I get home for old times’ sake.

But seriously, why would anybody prefer the white meat when it’s drier and blander?


I was right to dislike Alexandria. But it’s just as well because I’m making great progress on the article while holed up in my room. It’s been raining buckets (except for when I’m in meetings, which is just my luck), so I’m not missing out on any strolling opportunities.

Lifestyle Trumps Money

An interesting article on how Oklahoma started a 4-day school week, and immediately got a lot more job applications from experienced teachers.

It’s no longer about just pay. Work conditions are a lot more important. Why are people with PhDs from great schools flooding the job position in Northern Arkansas with hundreds of applications when the pay is in the low 40ies and there are much better paying careers in more desirable locales? Because lifestyle trumps money. I wouldn’t accept a job that paid five times what my current job pays if it weren’t in academia. The lifestyle doesn’t have a price on it.

Just looking at how N tries to slice up his three-week holiday allowance makes me love my job. He had to stay at home with Klara for three days, which automatically eliminated his plan to travel to Montreal in May. I stayed with Klara for a week and a half, but my extensive travel plans are unaffected.

Climate and Nation

Climate change is another great reason to strengthen the nation-state. I wish people thought more about things, I truly do.

“I want open borders and strong welfare” or “I want action on climate change but nation-states are racist so let’s ditch them” are internally inconsistent positions where one of the goals unavoidably demolishes the other.

I don’t understand how one could simultaneously be for aggressive action on climate change and against nationalism. People are mostly incapable of getting truly emotionally invested into concepts like “the planet” or “humanity.” Everybody likes them, or professes to, but there is no real, burning passion for them in the overwhelming majority of people. They don’t get warm-and-fuzzies when they see the planetary flag because it doesn’t exist and nobody put any work into making it meaningful. They don’t tear up when they hear the humanity’s anthem because there’s no such thing. There’s no such thing as planetary pride simply because there’s no other inhabited planet we are aware of.

In order for such a passion to arise, somebody would need to come up with a series of mechanisms that would create such an attachment. And who will that be?

But this has already been achieved for nationalist sentiments. And there is already such a thing as national governments. If you truly think climate change is an urgent issue, you can’t afford to wait for planetary solidarity to arise. This isn’t a complex idea. It shouldn’t be that hard to notice.

Michael Brown: I Was Wrong

I was wrong. I was so wrong. I was so completely wrong. I don’t think I’ve ever been more wrong in my life.

It turns out that Michael Brown had a hand wound with gunpowder particulate in it. And his blood was on the barrel. Meaning he did grab the gun.

It turns out his head wound indicates he was lunging at the officer.

It turns out Brown’s tissue was found on the driver’s side of the police car and his DNA was on the officer’s pants. Meaning there was a struggle at the car.

It turns out Brown was high on drugs. Meaning there is an answer to the question of why he’d attack the officer.

I have no one to blame because this was reported locally and at length at the time. I have no one to blame because people tried telling me all this right here on the blog, and I refused to listen. I was so blind.

I feel horrible that I rubbished the officer and spread lies. Please don’t say you told me so. Yes, you told me so. Shame on me.

Of course, it sounds a little belated but I only discovered it now.