Commentary after election night

Philadelphia has had an exuberant week. Winning the World Series last week caused us throw a 2-million person parade on Friday that shut down the city. Today won't see a parade, but the party mood carries on thanks to Obama's victory.

I talked to our furnace repairman last night, who told me he couldn't fix our furnace today because he was taking today off. He would be celebrating if Obama won, or mourning if he lost. Either way, far too busy for work.

For Philadelphia, Obama's victory reminds me of Nutter's mayoral victory last year. They're both effective, disciplined African-American men who mean to get something done. And Philadelphians want to follow them. We yearn to follow these leaders. We will even cut them slack, something we have not wanted to do with our executive-level leaders for a while.

Philadelphia could theoretically find a more beloved presidential candidate than Obama to support, if Will Smith got some political experience.


McCain's face had become noticeably grim and gray in the late stages of the campaign; his smiles looked like rictuses. But during his concession speech last night, he looked rejuvenated and relaxed. The speech seemed honest and frankly, relieved. Several of us watching CNN remarked that we would have liked to have seen that one running for president these last few months, rather than the tight, angry warhorse lumbering from podium to podium, conjuring increasingly strained vituperatives.

He seemed more like the long-lost McCain of 2000/2004, emerged from under a wicked spell, now magically broken with his defeat. I wonder how wrong that simile is... the Republican party has become strangely witch-like in the last decade or so. Anyone subjected to their ministrations might well suffer a similar fate.

Even though he won't be president, it's nice to have McCain back.


Time was, we needed a couple months between an election and an inauguration. It took that long to get the word out, for the new guy to collect all his brass tacks so he could get down to them. In these modern times, when you can call the election exactly one second after the west coast polls close, these 77 days seem like a vestigial appendage. Bush is still president in case anyone asks, but Obama has basically already started the job.


I'm uncomfortable with a Democratic majority in Congress. As useful as a president is, it's the legislative branch that gets shit done, according to our beloved Constitution. Our current messes would be less messy if we'd had a Democratic congressional majority eight years ago, because the Republican machine would not have had its way every time it glanced toward Capitol Hill. Mind you, the Democratic machine is no more benign or trustworthy. However, the electorate is more wary... and punchy. That might be balance enough. It better be, since that's all we've got now.

Fjurthermore at 260

I know people have been clamoring to hear more about Fjurthermore in the last few weeks, stopping me on the streets, calling me after 10 p.m., especially with the collapse of Iceland.

Well, geographically-challenged onlookers, don't fret. Thanks to Norway's rich resources and enormous capital reserves, Fjurthermore has continued to grow even in these Tough Economic Times. The pace has slowed, but new residents and industry still arrive nearly every day.

The city has grown large enough that investments are sometimes required into the transportation network. Try it out! Adding transport won't add to the size of the city, but it'll fill those Scandinavian coffers for future growth.

And of course, you can visit anytime to the city proper.

Monster making

Since last year, I've alluded to my continuing hobby of plush monster making, but haven't said much.

The link in the sidebar, Monsters for the Home, leads to my sparsely stocked Etsy store, for which I have more stock, but not more gumption to list the stock. With Art Shop coming up in a month, I'm more inclined to save my stuff for direct sales anyway.

Monster making uses an all-different part of my brain, one I don't use much. I'm an abstract thinker; I like fiddling with ideas and symbols, and have little facility with stuff.

But making monsters is all about assembling stuff. For some reason, it's not strange and boggling when I sew, it's just strange.

I have a few patterns, but I get bored with the same thing after one try. So I launch into new things all the time, which takes thought. I used to doodle geometric shapes in work meetings where I didn't have much involvement (all of them). Now, I draw crude 3D models of whatever cotton problem I'm trying to work out. I imagine this is what it's like to be an artist.

Saturday I made my favorite monster yet: Cycloptopus. It's not actually that tricky, but it does embody the sudden, unexpected confluence of a lot of things I've learned about plush, and I'm proud of it.

Very little of my output is unusable -- it's hard to screw up something that's meant to look monstrous. But I see more blemish than finish in most of my production. This guy is different. I might not sell him yet. Might keep him around as a trophy.

Double dog daring

We have another dog, Autumn. She's a 5-month old something-or-other, from the shelter again, but this time, young enough that she hasn't been near-ruined by a previous owner's neglect.

She has seen trouble though. Roughly a month ago, a cop found her in an alley in north Philly, her left eye huge and distended. She's still kind of bug-eyed on the port side, but heavy doses of antibiotics have reduced the swelling from gross to merely unsightly.

She'll probably always be blind in her left eye. Nobody knows what happened, but the consensus seems to be "trauma", i.e. someone poked her in the eye. When we took her to have the shelter vet check her out last week, some thick dude with armloads of tattoos saw her and said, "I think I recognize that dog. I think she used to be near where I live. I'm glad you've got her." Words dense with meaning.

Dylan is less afraid of Autumn than he was Merit. She's more his size, and shows him respect -- especially since he's nipped her a couple of times to get her to back off. Merit drew blood from Dylan (and from me). We don't expect those problems again.

Autumn is spazzy and mouths things and pees indoors like you'd expect from a puppy. But she seems to be learning and fitting in. I think we've got a keeper.

Science vs. religion: why religion loses

I recently hit on the reason why the concept of evolution is so divisive. Theists who accept God as creator of the universe get all pissed when you tell them their God didn't do it.

Which is not what evolution says. But it is what many evolution proponents want to say out of their personal theology, and so they try to use their scientific theorem to say it for them.

The theists pick up on this understated intent handily, and want to fight this clear, unspoken challenge to their God's sovereignty.

The problem rears when theists respond with the same tactics. Using legal and intellectual rhetoric, they try to refute the implied meaning (a challenge to God's existence) by winning the surface argument (evolution's factuality). So theists fight the shadow war on their opponents' ground. That's the roadmap to Losertowne.

Look, using scientific principles to determine God's involvement in nature has so far been unprovable. (Other principles render God more apparent, but dogged materialists demur the evidence of unmeasured experience.) Therefore, suggesting that a set of observations obviates God is in fact, empirically unknowable. And to a serious rational atheist, it's intellectually dishonest. So, end of argument. Whatever else an aggressive unbeliever brings to the table after that is bear baiting.

Theists: Don't be bears.
This is what theists need to bring to the table: bread. Break it with the unbelievers and relax.

For my branch of theists, hearken: Jesus is revealed more eloquently in what you do than in the best-rendered arguments. We are here to win hearts, not fights.

BlogaDay Dos

BlogaDay 2007 was a success in the sense that it encouraged consistent readership, and also, consistent writership.

Unflummoxed success is rare enough that I like to build on it when I find it. So for 2008, I present an all-new BlogaDay. Visit Quickthinking every day in November to see what thing I think.

Posts will not be mere one-liner links to something on the Internet that someone else went to the trouble of creating, but will contain original thoughts and opinions, developed into short paragraphs. Similar to real writing!

Also new for 2008: Blogger supports scheduled posts! Via the miracle of science, expect updates each new day, even if I am too drunk to press buttons.

Furthermore, if any of you reading this are also bloggers, feel free to join the BlogaDay movement by writing a new, original post every day in November. We will be doing it together, only very far apart! Leave me a comment with your blog address if you're in.

It all starts tomorrow! November 1! Here is a brief excerpt from tomorrow's post:

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Art Shop 2008, Dec. 5 & 6

This is happening soon, so you'll want to make plans to attend.

ALSO NEWS FLASH: I, Jeff Quick, will be showing and selling plush monsters at this event. Come and be entranced.



In these frightening economic times, you'll want to support local artists for your Xmas shopping. And if you are not local, then you'll want to support ME.

Furthermore, the underappreciated capitaltruism of Unda Water will be on sale both days.

COMMENCE EXULTATION.

Late bloomers

I would like to be writing new things, about the one-eyed puppy we picked up, about monster-making, about a resurgence in Unda Water, about lessons learned in the world of advertising, about further half-formed theology, about the children I pass driving to work, waiting for the bus, pulling on the air, a mimed plea for passing cars to honk.

But writing well takes time, and if I'm going to write, I at least want to try to write well. And of course, it's not that I don't have time, it's just that I don't want to spend it on blog writing these days.

Instead, I'll post again by pointing you to an article by the always-pleasing Malcolm Gladwell on Late Bloomers, comforting reading for a mid/late-30s still-wannabe.

Left-handed scissors

I bought a pair of left-handed scissors weeks ago, and just got around to using them a couple nights back.

Verdict: I don't know how to use left-handed scissors.

I'm so used to right-handed scissors, that I don't know how to cut with the blades reversed. When right-handed people cut with scissors (I assume), they look on the left side of the blades to see what they're doing -- closer to the middle of the cutter's body.

As a lefty, I also look on the left side of the blades, but that side is away from the center of the body when held in one's left hand. Which is slightly awkward, but you adapt, and things work out. (Except that statistically, left-handers die 9 years sooner than right-handers, probably for these sorts of reasons. Not that I'm bitter.*)

Left-handed scissors are designed so that you look on the right side of the blades -- a mirror image of right-handed cutting. But I'm still in the habit of looking on the left side of the blade, and so I've made some pretty awful cuts because I can't see what I'm doing. That's the opposite effect of what I wanted... perhaps to be expected from an opposite implement.


*Although I would like to point out that if any other group made up 10% of the population and had a physical distinction of biological origin that could potentially impair job function, they'd damn well get federal funding and "protected class" status.

Bailout, part 2

I am generally pro-avoidance of suffering. But here's the deal, "Main Street": your hands are dirty too. You bought shit you didn't need and charged it. I am usually in favor of soaking the rich. But nearly every middle class-and-up citizen made our current mess, and many of the poor ones too.

Seriously, HDTV? Was that invented for any reason other than to suck money out of pockets? Was mortal television insufficient?

There's a long list of ridiculous money holes at places like engadget.com. And people willingly, joyously, threw their cash down it.

The "bailout" that would save us would be national sackcloth and ashes. It would be healthy and sane for us to suffer some, to understand the consequences of our behavior.

But we won't do that. We're too silly, too fat and spoiled. What's happening now is a flailing after the last ditch. This will not solve anything. If we're fortunate, it might prolong it for a generation. It is not a solution.

People: Americans: Stop spending money on things you don't need. Save money instead. This is the only way out of our current problems. The economy is what we do. Do wise things.