Fable of the Moment
February 24, 2003
Once upon a time, there was a very special lemming named Norm. Norm was a born leader. His colony would do anything he did. Those who did "deviate from the Norm" were banished.
Then, one day, a grave danger threatened the colony: The weasels were coming! The calm resolve in Norm's voice stilled the rising tumult: "To the cliffs!" The colony followed him without hesitation.
And all were lost in the cold, cold sea. All except those who had refused to follow Norm...they were devoured by weasels.
Go ahead and blindly trust your leaders. We're all doomed anyway.
Game Theory of the Moment
Slashdot linked to a Slate piece about research on Game Theory at NASCAR...there are deeper strategies than you might think going on as they go around and around and around and around, but still, I think the main reason people watch is the hope that somebody crashes and not the deep brinkmanship going on.
Sidebar Commentary of the Moment
Hrrm, I wonder if Dylan might be pregnant.
Exchange of the Moment
"Are you suggesting even if we find Mr. Amrine is actually innocent, he should be executed?"From this NY Times Article. Woohoo! The death penalty rocks!
"That's correct, your honor."