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A Man Who Has Nothing In Particular To Recommend Him Discusses All Sorts of Subjects at Random as Though He Knew Everything

Sippican’s Got His Wealth Of Nations Freak On

Look, I’m doing it wrong.

It’s not that I don’t understand how the Intertunnel works. I do. But I can’t bring myself to do what you’re supposed to do and grub around on the ones-and-zeros ground for attention. I’m too busy making things anyway.

But no one writes things and hopes no one reads them — unless they’re crazy. I’m a lunatic, of course, but a much different kind than that. I appreciate it when people come and read what’s offered here. It is a constant source of fun and interest to read what visitors here offer as comments, and to see how many other people point to what is here and talk about it.

Part of me “doing it wrong” is how badly I keep up with all that. Based on manners alone, I wish I could correspond properly with everyone that says: Hey, look at that Sippican drivel today; it’s the Shiznit! And I’d like to acknowledge a lot of such people right now, but I am loathe to do it because I will undoubtedly leave out a bunch of people, because I forgot, or I didn’t even know about it in the first place. I do find my name in the damndest places these days.

I must mention one thing, because it is so piquant. I am terribly fond of everybody’s crazy intellectual uncle, that wild wigged wag from Edinburgh, Adam Smith. I sheepishly admit I keep a hardbound copy of The Wealth of Nations at my bedside and reread it all the time. It is like a secular bible to me. Of course I’m so poor that reading it is more akin to looking at pornography than scripture, but still. As someone who is fed into the maw of the woodchipper of primitive barebones commerce daily, but has likewise run things large enough to come under the rubric of “Macro” economics, I can tell you that if you’re looking for a pinmaker, well, Adam, I’m your huckleberry.

Oh yes, that one thing? I am a devotee of a website across the roiling Atlantic called The Adam Smith Institute blog. I’ve been reading it for years, and stealing jokes from it, too. Of course any institute devoted to the memory and teaching of Adam Smith is my kinda place, and their blog is very interesting, in an I’m-interested-in-things-other-people-avoid-like-homework and-would-rather-watch-CSIMiami kinda way. And I was reading it the other day, and flummoxed to see them telling everybody to read Sippican Cottage. It seemed like such an out of the way/wonderful place to find myself.

Again, thanks to the legions of people who read and comment and link and riff and so forth. But you gents and dames over there on that foggy lump of rocks and coal out in the Atlantic? You made my day.

16 Responses

  1. Hey, you’re the Number One most missed commenter at Althouse. That’s got to count for something, right?

    At any rate, what you may temporarily lack in quantity of readers is more than compensated by the quality of your readers and admirers. I refer not to myself, of course (he said with false modesty), but to the genuinely decent people like Ruth Anne and Anwyn and Annie Gottlieb and all the other really nice folks who gather here in your cave from time to time.

  2. Pat forgot me. *sniff* You see, that is the danger of starting a list…

    I still think Greg should write a book. A compilation of the best posts would do it.

  3. You were recommended in the following terms:

    “Sippican Cottage – an unique and rich flavour among one-posting-per-day blogs.

    He lives on Cape Cod and makes fine furniture; covers history, family life, popular msuic, social observation; but perhaps writes best about ‘work’ (which is a topic I don’t know much about…).

    But – most important – he writes *beautifully*.”

    That’s from an English academic called Bruce Charlton.

    With a recommendation like that, how could you be ignored?

  4. I concur with the masses Sip. Any praise you receive is richly deserved and long overdue. I cower before your writing skills and stand in awe of your astute observations…. I also like your pictures.

  5. Us little people want a percentage, too!

    (Six degrees of separation- I’ve been following Tim around the web making annoying and off-topic comments for four almost four years now.)

  6. And still, you live in Massachusetts. Ahh well, I guess you’re among the few anchoring it to the rest of the country and keeping it from seccessing and going commie.

  7. I started WON once. Smith’s writing style got in my way so I never finished it. I was really excited when I saw that PJ O’Rourke wrote a book about WON. I’ve read just about all of PJ’s books so this was going to be really just super cool. Ugh. I think it has to be the worst PJ book ever. I think that all of that time spent actually reading Smith damaged his writing skills. I hope it’s not permanent.

  8. Heh. Chris is now like a pleasant aunt, needling me to quit smoking or sit up straight.

    Ruth Anne-That was great, because it was so rare. A man talking about mundane things in an interesting way instead of telling jokes. And yet it was full of jokes but they didn’t show. I dunno, maybe he’s not funny but it was just the bacon talking. Probably not.

    Rick shows the rest of the internet how to hold an opposing viewpoint without being disagreeable. I long ago came to the conclusion that my opinion on most things is an outlier, and is usually interesting mostly for its strangeness.

    Awesome pictures every day on Rick’s website. Check my “desperately in need of editing” blogroll for his name, people. Visit daily.

  9. Don’t get me wrong, I’m a big fan of Adam Smith and his ideas and all that, it’s just that I found wading through his actual writing (e.g. he’s the master of the very long sentence) to be a real problem for me.

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