I have found the answer.
(because everything of value requires work, you must enlarge your browser's text to read it. Or copy and paste it somewhere. Or just click on it. Wait, read my post first at least!)
These are the questions:
1. Is there a way to sound smart when we didn't do our homework? the research? the Google, at least?
2. When arguing, and I teeter, can you totter? and vice-versa? and are there ways to keep the other guy from jumping off and hurting my ass?
3. When all hell breaks lout*, how do we get calm? get back on the subject?
4. How do we get past insulting each other?
5. What techniques, requiring an 8th grade education, max, will ensure that good ideas aren't lost? that truth wins out? that evidence is heard?
6. What amount of work -- something short of building the space shuttle, more like, say, learning how to use adverbs correctly -- would get us all back on the same page? back on track?
7. How do we recognize distractions?
8.What kind of personal retort reform would finally balance lovingkindness with the appropriate amount of joking, when we encounter barking out-to-lunch thinking?
9. Can we measure that barking? How many kinds of barking are there?
10. How do we stop over-feeding the out-to-lunch ideas? How do we ensure to-a-tea ideas succeed?
11. What are the criteria for figuring out what everyone says?
12. How is it we fool ourselves and each other over and over, and still think it is the most normal, logical, rational, reasonable, regular, ordinary, correct, required, urgent, Godly, sanctified, morally imperative, world-threatening shit one can possibly imagine?
13. How do we listen?
14. How do we listen carefully?
15. What are the tricks? how do they work?
16. Is everything a trick? how do we not be tricky? how do we not be a dick, too?
17. Where can I get a corned beef sandwich, a nice corned beef sandwich, where every slice is strung together with these tiny, glistening cubes suspended in a slender white netting of juicy fat, stacked this high like my thumb here, with spicy mustard, not that yellow crap? on slabs of crusty, seeded rye, with a crunchy pickle, half sour, kosher, garlic, from a barrel, fresh? Yes? Nuh?
18. Has anyone figured out what's going on?
19. Is there a scientific basis underlying the idea, "are you kidding me?"
20. I think I was just insulted; was I just insulted?
21. How do we evaluate the evidence for:
...God?
...Jesus?
...Mohammed?
...Buddha?
...Lou Costello: funny?
...UFOs?
...water having memory?
...the CIA-heroin-aliens connection?
...spirits?
...auras?
...chi?
...cheddar cheese that is sharp enough, at long last?
...pyramid hats that sharpen brains?
...shamanism?
...shame, as a motivator?
...motivation, as a trainable skill?
...Presidents that secretly have red-hot fiery skin, head-horns, pointy goatees; who wear nice clothes and hug their children in public but at night laugh maniacally at us and trick us into thought-crimes that ensure an eternity of searing pain and burning skin-shredding torment, to fulfill his part of a loving God's great plan for humanity?
...Palin wisdom?
...my brother-in-law's loony idea?
...under-used brain capacity?
...the flight inabilities of bees?
...the cessation of the weak force that binds sub-atomic particles in about 300 trillion years, and afterwards all those loose quarks self-annhialating with their anti-particle twin until all of space and time ceases to exist, utterly?
...the hippie idea that that last idea won't happen because all galaxies everywhere, all of reality, is just the collective, local sub-particles of a meta-universe that we will never see, and we just might be the microscopic section of a cushion on a shabby ottoman in the x-bleurd universe, where a foralkle student just took a hit from his carngah, and has leaned back, and is now contemplating the universes that might exist in the tiny area under his right index panchkeen, which is in fact us?
22. Is there hope for humanity?
and, finally:
23. How do I gain an admirable posterity, and prevent a ludicrous posteriority?
*a typo i decided to keep. See Squirrel's latest viz "slob of ribs"
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The rest, I believe, you have covered. Excellent post! Just wonderful. Like you.
After a sandwich like that, the world is a beautiful place. xox
Yes..I think there is. "Hope for what" may be the question?
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I love the secret link! Thank you! That'll be a cool place to spend a Sunday afternoon.
You're such a good guy.
PS. There's an excellent deli in Des Moines, The Manhattan Deli. I think you should try it if you ever come through.
No, not this one; the next one, called "The OS Guide to the Best Corned Beef Sandwiches in America".
Des Moines, Manhattan (of course! lundsman!) Deli. Check.
No. 18: I wish.
:-O
yek: tamblen your pankeena first, when testing the itch. If 12^? see a professional; otherwise it's just gas.
Cap'n: Got it: no credible deli in Onalaska. Shame, that.
We have entered a era of UN-reason. Fallacy is the new truth, at least for a large swath of society. Logic and reason do little to clarify fallacy when fallacy is not recognized as such.
Nice idea for the presentation.
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I'm serious.
1. Are you kidding?
2. Don't argue.
3. Listen.
4. Keep going past there till you come to your self.
5.Truth always wins. Ideas always get lost.
6. Listen.
7. Aim for the truth. Everything else is distraction.
8. / 9 Let barking dogs lie.
10. Ideas come and go, unlike Michaelangelo.
11. Listening.
12. Fool ourselves & the rest is easy.
13. Without distraction (see answer # 7)
14. With full attention.
15. Tricks are for kids.
16. No. It didn't work for Dickie.
17.Every one else has answered this one. All I know? No place in New Paltz.
18. Not me.
19. Define "kid."
20. Insulting is never just-ifiable.
21. The short answer to them all: without Abbott, there would be no Costello.
22. Yes.
23. I've seen your posterity and they are already admirable, and that's non falacitas!
PS: "Palin wisdom" is plainly an oxymoron.
Cheers
Jeremiah: good answers. I like this: "Let barking dogs lie." An man how they lie.
Coca: thanks
not that the rest isn't both impressive and delightful
and thanks for finding the answer, you've saved the rest of us so much trouble
the enlargement thing on the linky doesn't work. this is what I saw, which must really be alien glyphs...see here.
Lea: what a sweet comment. Thanks.
bbd: i hope that's an isolated problem. Just in case: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_fallacies
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Dammit.
I also thought "corned beef sandwich" was a euphamism.
Dammit again.
*SIGH* Now I'm hungry.
*Goes off to see what he can find for lunch*
TS: all sandwiches welcome here. So long as non-ad hominem is respected.
Bill: he he he.
What were the questions?
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Didn't even think to look.
HBD, Greg. Get busy partying, young man. :-D
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#22:
Nope.
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But I'll join you in noshing on one of those thick crusty deep mustardy hot cb sandwiches, and raise a cup of ale, as we curse the darkness.
And you know a set of comments looks better when certain little jawiggles show up. Your Owl is cheerful.
Verbal: and your 'hand-drawn' avatar makes you oddly real, imbued as it is with your words, that is, with a wickedly limned beauty
(Imbued should be spelled embued, when we make art, yes?)
and THANKS! Lobster too-nite!
Kind: Where? Alma mater where? I really will make a complete post on this.
What questions?
Bill: Yowzuh!
Squirrel: Squirrell! It ruly tis!
ConnieM: I've had Fleischer's, It's 23 mins from my door. It is creditable, definitely in the zone. But not stellar, though. Rosie's on 17th and Broadway had it all, but closed in the late 80s. Rosie used to drop the F-bomb like stray blobs of gribenes; but mein shadala her matzo balls were the kiss of perfection: big, soft, floating in that morning's fresh whole chicken and vegetable broth, just the broth and one giant luscious matzoball, in a giant bowl, steamy hot. To a man boy from Montana with a 3 year old and no money, those 4" high sandwiches and a bowl of her chicken soup and her rotten attitude, her backtalk to the general public, was a soul-titghtening utopia.
You from Kingston?
Now I'm in the northern of the California.
(weather's AWESOME!)
Fun post, Greg. Thanks.