Alan Jacobs

Since the update from Lion:

The Finder intermittently (i.e. several times a day) and inexplicably runs at 100% CPU.

I can’t show the time in the menubar or the systemUIserver process runs at 100% CPU or more. If I want to know what time it is I have to go to the Dashboard.

Every day or two Safari forgets what links are: I click on them and nothing happens. I have to restart the app to get links working again.

The restoration of the good old “Save As…” command turns out to be not a restoration at all, but an incoherent mess of a command.

iCloud is a big bag of hurt. My Photo Stream will no longer update in iPhoto on my Mac, though it updates just fine on iPhone and iPad. Neither do the Reminders sync properly among devices. (I’m back to using Remember the Milk, with its dreadful web UI.) So far iTunes Match is working, though maybe that’s because I had to pay extra for it.

Everyone’s mileage varies, of course, but this is the first time I have seriously considered reverting to an earlier version of the Mac OS since 10.0. I am hoping and praying for a bug-fix update soon (and not 10.8.1, which didn’t do anything to change these problems).

So Philology: to preserve, monitor, investigate, and augment our cultural inheritance, including the various material means by which it has been realized and transmitted. The scholar Aleida Assmann recently said of the philologian’s archive (as opposed to the critic’s and scholar’s canon) that it is populated by materials that “have lost their immediate addresses; they are decontextualized and disconnected from the former frames which had authorized them or determined their meaning. As part of the archive, they are open to new contexts and lend themselves to new interpretations.” So we may arrive at “counter-memories” and “history against the grain.” But in order to lie so open, they must be held at a level of attention that is consciously marked as useless and nonsignificant. There need be no perceived use or exchange value in the philological move to preserve beyond the act of preservation itself. Value is not only beyond present conception, it is understood that it may never again acquire perceived value. “Never again” is crucial. For the philologian, materials are preserved because their simple existence testifies that they once had value, though what that was we may not — may never — know. As the little girl in Wordsworth’s “We are Seven” understood, the dead are precious as such. If we are living human lives, they are not even dead.

For some writers, reading the copy-edits is like going to the dentist. You know you have to, and you’ll be happy, long-term, that you did, but the actual process involves a certain amount of drooling discomfort and incoherent mumbling. Other writers think of copy-editing as massage: someone works you over, and then you stumble out feeling good — kind of dazed, and a bit greasy, but good.

David Foster Wallace’s reaction to the copyedit was more like someone invited him to an all-day grammar seminar (with celebrity photo signings and vendor’s expo hall), combined with a debating society picnic, where the topic was “RESOLVED: This Comma Should Be Removed.”

— From a now-disappeared site called Dictionary Evangelist

“We created the civil forums to promote civility and personal respect between people with major differences,” Warren said. “The forums are meant to be a place where people of goodwill can seriously disagree on significant issues without being disagreeable or resorting to personal attack and name-calling. But that is not the climate of today’s campaign. I’ve never seen more irresponsible personal attacks, mean-spirited slander, and flat-out dishonest attack ads, and I don’t expect that tone to change before the election.

"It would be hypocritical to pretend civility for one evening only to have the name-calling return the next day,” Warren added.

American linguistic diversity as a whole isn’t dying—it’s thriving. Despite our gut-level hunch about the direction of the language; despite the fact that three-minute, off-peak, coast-to-coast long-distance calls that cost four inflation-adjusted dollars in 1970 are now free; despite cheap travel, YouTube, and the globalization of film and television, American dialects are actually diverging.

There are multiple examples of such divergence. But none is as dramatic, as baffling to linguists, and as mysteriously under the collective radar as what’s happening in the cities that ring the Great Lakes. From Syracuse, N.Y., in the east to Milwaukee in the west, 34 million Americans are revolutionizing the sound of English. Linguists first noted aspects of the change in the late 1960s. In 1972, three linguists, led by William Labov of the University of Pennsylvania, christened the phenomenon the Northern Cities Vowel Shift or, more simply, the Northern Cities Shift (NCS). What they observed may be the most important change in English pronunciation in centuries.

mwfrost:

portraitoftheartistasayoungman:

A jellyfish I saw last week while having breakfast on the pier outside my house in Lofoten. 

David J. Michael’s guide to breakfast-table photography.

1. Move to the scenic Norwegian coast.
2. Save a jellyfish’s life by flipping him back in the water, then discover that he’s an enchanted jellyfish with powers of speech and moral reciprocity.
3. Wait for a morning when the water is glassy and still.
4. Call in the favor the enchanted jellyfish owes you by asking him to float in a perfect line with the opposite mountain and a buoy.

It’s that simple, really.

This magazine, as I understand it, is devoted to a project of redefining what Americans think it means to be a conservative, specifically arguing that it is more properly conservative to exercise restraint in foreign affairs (potentially even to oppose interventionism on principle) than to try to preserve hegemony, and that it is more properly conservative to nurture local economies and cultures (potentially even ones an individual might find baffling or distasteful) than to try to flatten them in the name of capitalist or administrative efficiency. The fact that one needs to make an argument to the effect that these things are conservative, when most self-identified conservatives plainly don’t think they are, implies acknowledgement that whatever “conservative” means, it means something else – otherwise it would be impossible to convince a self-identified conservative who identifies his or her “conservatism” with nationalism and unfettered capitalism that he or she is wrong in making that identification, and the mission of this magazine would be fruitless.

Surely it’s impossible, I think, that the devils will forget to drag me down to their place with their hooks when I die. And then I think: hooks? Where do they get them? What are they made of? Iron? Where do they forge them? Have they got some kind of factory down there? You know, in the monastery the monks probably believe there’s a ceiling in hell, for instance. Now me, I’m ready to believe in hell, only there shouldn’t be any ceiling; that would be, as it were, more refined, more enlightened, more Lutheran, in other words. Does it really make any difference—with a ceiling or without a ceiling? But that’s what the damned question is all about! Because if there’s no ceiling, then there are no hooks. And if there are no hooks, the whole thing falls apart, which, again, is unlikely, because then who will drag me down with hooks, because if they don’t drag me down, what then, and where is there any justice in the world?

newyorker:

Cartoon of the night by Benjamin Schwartz. For more: http://nyr.kr/QT7qx9

bluedollar:

THIS WINS THE INTERNET. FOR THE ENTIRE YEAR.