1) My son turns 4-months old today, so if he’s reading this, happy birthday, kiddo!
2) The pilot episode of “NYPD Blue” may just be the best hour of television ever. David Caruso in particular is outstanding. Which is something you can’t say about his work on “CSI: Miami.”
3) When “Friends” ends its network run this evening, I will immediately cease wearing my hair in a “Rachel cut.” If for some reason I forget — and you happen to run into me on the street or in a bar — please consider what you see a Rachel homage.
4) Pittsburgh Pirates first baseman / catcher / outfielder Craig Wilson reminds me a good deal of former Atlanta Braves slugging third baseman Bob Horner. I think it’s the stocky build. And the hair.
5) I’d sooner remove my own testicles, brown them up quickly in a sesame chili oil, and eat them in a pita with some tzatziki, than shake Terry Mcauliffe’s clammy, pud-tugging hand.
6) Martin Lawrence? — he so craaaaaazy…
And 3 Dexedrine capsules, in case you’re wondering.
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update: 7) Traditionally, three classes of statements have been thought to be the objects of a priori knowledge: logical statements, exemplified by such truths as:
Either Brutus killed Caesar or he did not
…mathematical statements, such as:
7+5=12
…and conceptual truths, for instance:
All bachelors are unmarried.
The problem has always been to explain how any statement could be known a priori. After all, if a statement is known a priori, then it must be true. And if it is true, then it must be factual, capable of being true or false. What could possibly entitle us to hold a factual sentence true on a priori grounds?
8) Wrap a piece of bacon around a filet mignon and fasten it there with a toothpick. Broil the steak for eight minutes on each side. Enjoy with some steamed asparagus.
update 2: Not content to just leave well-enough alone, Tony at Newzilla Notes had to go and mess with the logic Gods… Advantage: pork!
Why won’t your cookies remember me? Are you concsiously trying to forget me?
Anyhow, Bob Horner was da bomb. Horner at the Corner.
Happy Birthday to baby Goldstein!
Karol—Thanks!
Michele—Horner and Paul Molitor were my favorite players growing up; re: the cookies, no one’s been able to figure it out. The code looks right. It’s a blog mystery. Seriously.
My best birthday wishes as well….but please tell me that update wasn’t a verbatim rendering of the baby’s birthday card
Try roast asparagus instead; coat with olive oil, roast for about 15 mins in a hot oven, lightly cover with shaved Parmesan and black pepper. OI!
In re 7): Facts are, by definition, not subject to question. Statements about facts and, heaven help us, their “TRUTH” require viewing them through some prism of experience and morality to determine their “TRUTHFULNESS” ante rem any determination of universals or particulars. And anyway, tautological statements are, by definition, not subject to being true or false.
Oh my. Finish your steak, then come by and I’ll open a couple of very nice vintage ports. When they have been consumed, we can continue this discussion—but not until then!
Now Charles, we’ve been through all this…
I have the same problem with cookies as well. Perhaps Carol Spinney could stop by and offer some advice on how to deal with the Cookie Monster when he finishes his commencement speech at Villanova.
So I’ll put the port away for now, shall I?
Don’t look now, Charles, but I believe you’ve just made the port “contingent.”
And we all know how painful that can be
Jeremy—no, my son’s birthday card was in Renaissance Italian. He mastered analytical philosophy a month or so ago, and now he just kinda laughs and brings up Karl Popper everytime I mention anything about “factual statements.”
Matthew—I wish. But I left my roasting pan over at Emerill’s crib. Sounds delicious, though.
Eight minutes on each side?!?!? A surefire way to turn a nice piece of beef into a 3-day-old road apple.
Not so, Bob. Because the steaks are so thick, they actually come out medium rare. I think it has something to do with the bacon. Because pork is magic.
Also, it helps to get the pan good and hot, dump the steaks in and then drop it down to medium. That way you get a nice sear but you also have time for the heat to work its way to the middle without toughening the meat. In culinary jargon this is known as jouissance.
I’m making boeuf bourgignone tonight. Thought you should know.
Jeff, I lvie in New York City. Parents here say crap like that with a straight face (although they usually also manage to drop in something about little Caitlin’s pre-acceptance to Yale). With you as father, though, I’d almost believe it; maybe if you son were 6 months old; not 4.
Not that you asked, but I thought I would through in my steak recipe:
(1) Pre-heat pan to medium heat;
(2) add a touch of butter;
(3) drop in 1” thick steak
(4) cook for a short period;
(5) examine mess in pan;
(6) call Les Halles to see if a table is available.
Enjoy!
Wow, maybe I should proofread next time. “Lvie”? “you son”? “through in my steak”?
Yeesh.
Errm, that’s Bourguignon. As if anyone cared.
All of those recipes sound great. But I lied. We had gruel. With table crackers.
Well, I had Burger King tonight. Hope you’re all happy with your fancy recipes.
I’m still at work at 9:10 and haven’t eaten dinner, so you’re still ahead of me, michele. Mmmm! Vending machine snacks!
Mmmmm. Beck’s was two for one in the supermarket today, so I had genuine German lager for 45¢ a bottle to go with my beef stew. Life is good.
Don’t be ridiculous, Jeff. Craig Wilson will never hit 4 home runs in one game.
“What could possibly entitle us to hold a factual sentence true on a priori grounds?”
Note that mathematics is essentially a form of logic. And that it works. That is really enough. For the statement to be false, mathematics and logic would have to be false, and their falseness should have shown up long before now. (It would have had to take the same train and logic and mathematics itself. So unless its luggage got lost around Pembroke, it should be with them.)
The third statement is a definition of the term. A bachelor is defined as an unmarried male type person. So unless you change the meaning of the word, or are using it in a non-standard fashion (like indicating that although the man is married, he behaves as if he is not.) then when using the term, its definition comes into play.
What “entitles” you, is the brain in your skull. You are free to accept those statements as true, false or purple. You have that ability, and no one can really tell you or force you to do anything differently.
I will note that a factual statement is by definition true. That is what truth means. Its a comparison between a statement and reality. If it matches, its true. If it don’t, it ain’t.
[I will point out this is limited to statements about physical reality and not social or mental constructs. There the definition of truth is slightly different, as it has to apply to whether enough people act “as if” it is true for it to be so. And even then, if a particular social/mental construct does not function, then it is still false. Hence, “red means stop” works, for traffic lights, and is a true statement (in America and most of Europe. I am told that red means go in China.)
I know nothing about steak except how to eat it.
In re: bachelors. In the Navy there’s the term “Geographical bachelor,” which refers to somebody who is married, just not at that specific location.
I like my asparagras sauteed.