Even though I'm on vacation, I would be remiss if I didn't post a reminder to all skeptics and skeptical bloggers out there that the latest edition of the Skeptics' Circle is due to be posted this Thursday. It's being hosted by Joseph at Immunoblogging (although he tells me by e-mail that he may use this carnival as a kickoff to a new blog that he is working on, which would be cool if he pulls it off; you may notice that there hasn't been a post on his present blog in three months--either way, I'll post the link here on Thursday, as always). In any case, it's not too late to submit examples of your best skeptical blogging to him at email@example.com by Wednesday, and join him for the latest edition of the Circle on Thursday (give or take, since he's in New Zealand and the time difference may mean that the Circle appears only somewhere in the vicinity of Thursday).
As for me, I'm due to be back in the vicinity of my house later this week, and regular blogging will resume then. There is one issue that popped up not long after I left on vacation and has beenbugging me enough to motivate me to post about it tomorrow or Wednesday (when I'll be at a hotel with wireless access); so be sure to check back. And, in the meantime, I hope you've been enjoying this trip down memory lane with my reposting of multiple examples of "Classic" Insolence from the old blog. There's still more to come. Believe it or not, there's still plenty left for me to repost during the week between Christmas and New Years, the next time I plan on taking a blog break for vacation.
From the depths of the Midwest, I call all skeptics!
I'm skeptical of that. What is the deepest point in the Midwest? (Trick question; first you'd have to define the Midwest.) The deepest place in the USA is in California, which is decidedly not in the Midwest. Poseur!
"Midwest" is a place in our hearts. Wherever men walk as little as possible and worry about the payments on their Buicks, that is the Midwest. Wherever shopping malls rise slightly above the plains, and mid-sized towns have main streets strewn with ugly used-car places, and white churches promulgate mild Christianity in inoffensive services, that is the Midwest. Wherever there is almost no detectable accent in speech, that is the Midwest. Wherever people look up and see a jet going East or West to someplace more exciting, that is the Midwest.
Ummm, having recently moved into the midwest from Canada, I'd have to say that the folks around here (Ohio) do have accents. As do the folks who come from Indiana and Michigan. People from Wisconsin seem not to though.
People are hesitant to walk though. I walk to school (given that I only live about a quarter of a mile away) and sometimes people from around these parts look at me a little funny when I tell them that.
Oh, sure, Ohio, LOL. There is an accent that gets stronger the closer you get to the Ohio River; MrsDoF is from Martin's Ferry and has a very distinctive accent even after all these years.
Come visit any of the small towns around Normal, Illinois. Or better yet, Iowa.
Yeah, Ohio. If you look at a map of the good ol USA, you'll clearly see that Ohio is in the mid-East.
This seems like a gratuitous opportunity to link the The Great Pop vs. Soda Controversy.
Here's an excerpt from The Great Gatsby, by F. Scott Fitzgerald:
"I'll tell you God's truth." His right hand suddenly ordered divine retribution to stand by. "I am the son of some wealthy people in the Middle West--all dead now. I was brought up in America but educated at Oxford, because all my ancestors have been educated there for many years. It is a family tradition."
He looked at me sideways--and I knew why Jordan Baker had believed he was lying. He hurried the phrase "educated at Oxford," or swallowed it, or choked on it, as though it had bothered him before. And with this doubt, his whole statement fell to pieces, and I wondered if there wasn't something a little sinister about him, after all.
"What part of the Middle West?" I inquired casually.