2007 2008
Well, [insert year] has been another one of those years. We’ve laughed together, cried together, and huddled together.
Remember [insert mental trigger for funny anecdote]? And then how we [insert anecdote others wish to forget]? Good times, to be sure.
Then we all endured the [insert landmark negative cultural event]. Remember where you were when [event] happened? I was [needless maudlin detail that will forever be linked to mammoth event].
2008 will surely be better. [Significant other] and I will ring it in with style by [make something up, so it doesn't sound like you'll be at home in your jammies watching Ryan f-----g Seacrest]. I have already resolved to [insert litany of self-improvement ideals that will be forgotten by February]. And, I boldly predict that [insert tech company] will [business detail], rendering [insert relevant technology] obsolete!
Anyway, thanks for being a part of Occam’s RazR this year. On your way out, please leave a comment with your blog address. It’s my way of linking back to you, because I am too lazy to maintain a real list myself. (Seriously, help me say goodbye to 2007 below.)
Regards…
Ike.
[tags]Ike Pigott, Occam’s RazR, 2007, 2008[/tags]

Time to channel my inner Grinch.
This is actually an application of the philosopher Jeremy Bentham, who explored many of the same areas as John Stuart Mill, and the principles of Utilitarianism. If you know enough of the variables and can string together a formula, you can calculate just about anything. If we step things down, I’m pretty sure we can find a number, “X”, that is less than $100,000 and more than zero. Your X will fluctuate, but there will be an X.
Not so with ideology – which is the calcified carcass of a theory that isn’t advancing. An ideology is not scientific, in that it can never be proven wrong. Anything and everything is proof of truth – anything that is not is rejected. An ideology is tautological – a circle of illogic that feeds on itself.
But at the very least, pretending that one could assign a value to something previously considered “priceless” would break the rut in our thinking and get us back on stable intellectual footing.
Valeria Maltoni is a very smart woman. She speaks fifteen different languages, and holds patents on two new ones. (Okay, I made that part up.) Being the multi-lingual diva that she is, she’s known as “The Conversation Agent.” I would suppose that being able to analyze situations through several languages at once opens a different set of perspectives on the matter. And, of course, supposition is all that might be, as I am a naturally-born United States citizen and am prohibited by the Constitution from learning another language. (Okay, I made that part up too.)
Errors also make life more interesting. For instance, I love Black Cherry Fresca. Even though I have no taste for cherries, and every other cherry-flavored soda is repugnant to me. Tastes like petroleum. (I’m talking about you, Diet Cherry Vanilla Dr. Pepper.) The only reason I tried BCF is the labeling was too similar to regular Fresca, and my wife bought it for my office. I tried it, out of spite, and liked it!


