1. grandeur, not excess
2. sublimity, not harshness
3. strength, not rashness
4. severity, not grimness
5. gravity, not dullness
6. joy, not abandon
7. pleasantness, not decadence
8. greatness, not pomposity
I like 1, 6 and 8. They make my sensibilities feel warm and fuzzy, like a campfire that is neither too close not too far. The rest are, well, they are unpleasant, harsh, rash, grim, dull and decadent. I feel pompous for saying that.
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I was browsing through some old notes when I found this - I think I wrote it in sheer exasperation after yet another email from a production company demanding I work for nothing because, gee whiz, everyone wants to be in TV, right?
Intellectuals, I have had it with your crap. I have had it with your Laputan thinking and your Utopian fantasies. I have had it with the assumption that people who do not instantaneously agree with you are somehow mentally deficient.
Steve at Omnibrain has been discussing a deep-fried turkey and turducken event in the back channels, and that has led some of us to ponder the ramifications of deep-frying a turducken itself. In the spirit of that discussion, I wrote a really dumb poem.
I did not get shot at during my presentation. I was not heckled to the point of tears. Richard Carrier's talk did not bore me.
Ok, I'll bite - what's a Quintilian?