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Two cannibals are eating a clown and one says to the other, “Does this taste funny to you?”

October 12, 2018 | 9 Comments

Pwbbpt! You Was Gone

Now I get many emails—where by many I mean a non-negative number—asking, Briggs, what is your favorite song and how can I help write new verses for it?

Glad you asked. Here it is:

Here’s the original verse with chorus:

Now we got along
My life was real sunny
But only one thing would ruin our fun.

I know you love me
But you worshiped money
And you got mad when I offered you none.

Where oh where are you tonight?
Why did you leave me here all alone?

I searched the world over
And I thought I found True Love
But you met another
And pwwwbt! you was gone.

And here’s one new verse. You supply more. You’ll be in good company.

One day I asked her
How good is my model
It made good predictions for all to see.

She said that was fine
But what is your theory?
Then she concluded my p wasn’t wee.

Where oh where are you tonight?
Why did you leave me here all alone?

I searched the world over
And I thought I found True Love
But you met another
And pwwwbt! you was gone.

If the podcasts are ever resurrected, I will invite whoever supplies the best one to join in its singing.

September 27, 2018 | 15 Comments

I’ve Been Promoted!

Austin Ruse kindly sent me a note to tell me George Gilder referenced Uncertainty in the introduction to his new book, Life After Google: The Fall of Big Data and the Rise of the Blockchain Economy.

From pages 16-17:

Though Gödel’s proof frustrated many, von Neumann found it liberating. The limits of logic—the futility of Hilbert’s quest for a hermetically sealed universal theory—would emancipate human creators, the programmers of their machines. As the philosopher William Briggs observes, “Gödel proved that axiomatizing never stops, that induction-intuition must always be present, that not all things can be proved by reason alone.”

True, true.

Universals cannot be proved. Axioms can’t be proved. Not in any empirical sense. What mathematical proof exists, even, for any axiom? None. They are accepted because they are true, they are believed because they are true. But how do we know they are true?

By that induction-intuition and induction-intellection. These are higher forms of proof than mere deduction. We learn our best truths by revelation, as it were, and as it is.

Regular readers will know all about this already. So I won’t belabor it here. Newer readers can look to this page for many articles.

Now this is a promotion, “philosopher”. The highest title I had heretofore was Staff Sergeant, which is still my favorite. That blogger guy, Some kind of Catholic nut, climate denier, X-ophobe, X-ist, where X is a variable, are others you might have heard. The titles most often used about me can’t, of course, be printed here, this being a family blog.

Still, I’ll take philosopher. Thus it is a day of celebration. It was already an International Day of Celebration, and this, it must be clear, makes it a day of Universal Celebration. Let the angels sing and so forth.

Therefore, the drinks are on me. Today. That’s if you happen to see me walking down the street. I’ll be out, too. Wearing a fedora. As usual.

September 7, 2018 | 9 Comments

I Defy You To Watch This And Not Smile

Time to lighten things up a bit, if only for a day. First, a palate cleanser, before we get to the main event.

This, and a slew of other similar videos, proves that not all music everywhere has been infected with the deadly American music virus. What else it proves is open for debate.

Now for the event. Drumroll, please:

If you watch without smiling, leave and do not come back. I meant it.

Just you see if you can find anything better. Nah. Don’t bother, because you won’t. Raise your hand is you saw the gnomes. Strapping horns to oneself is…er…well, it’s still better than rap, hip hop, that sophisticated (demonic) noise they pump into the lobbies of top hotels and bars, pop, or most rock.

I am not the only one who thinks we have witnessed greatness. The picture which heads the post is taken from Horst Konrader’s grand Brasil tour, which concluded this July. The tour may have been named Lass es richtig hupen!, which is Let it Honk! Or maybe it was Everything in the Key of C!

Careful observers will have noted that the equipment used in the Brazil tour were considerably more sophisticated than in the older video above. Those original horns would never have stood the test of time. All those miles. All those toots.

On Konrader’s personal site, he has a link to a remix of the original toot video. Just watch the unbridled enthusiasm!

And you have to admit all that tooting keeps Konrader in great shape! Here is he on a recent Dutch TV show. A familiar melody!

His is not a one-trick band, though. He also does cow bells.

Konrader has imitators. French imitators, of course. Whereas Konrader prefers volksmusik, Michel Lauziére tends towards the classics.

Enough! I’m taking the weekend off to recover.