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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

This Is (Still) Sippican’s Place

[Editor’s Note: From 2007. Lots of bad things have happened since then. It’s still Sippican’s Place. Somewhat amazing, really.]

[Author’s Note: Oh shut up and sand something]


It’s hard to be Floyd.

I’m Internet Floyd.

It’s hard to explain a Floyd to a non-Floyd. A non-Floyd thinks you’re certifiable if you explain there is no vacation, no Sunday, no insurance subsidized by others, no corporate umbrella to shield you from liability. You’re at the mercy of events so far beyond your control that they might as well be lightning bolts. You could be made penniless overnight by the stroke of a pen in a legislature or a smoldering cigarette butt. It’s not generally a situation where you might fail; you wake up every morning and you’ve already failed –it’s the default setting– and you work all day with your mind and your back and your hands and your prayers to get back to zero so you can go to sleep again.

Why would you be a Floyd, you ask?

So you can hang a sign out front that says: This is Floyd’s Place. It’s really no more complicated than that.

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  1. This reminds me. When I go mountain biking, I never wear a lid. Mrs. G. was mildly nagging me about it, so I did some online research and found that the rate of bicycle injuries has actually increased since helmets have been mandated for children. I don't know if that's true, but it certainly makes sense, since wearing a helmet would encourage more reckless behavior. It's as if "helmet" replaces "be more f*cking careful."

    It's similar to hockey. They say that there are more injuries today, since the players wear so much heavy equipment to keep them safe.

    More generally, this explains why liberalism always encourages the problems it seeks to remedy.

  2. I think the helmet rule is 'If bullets/bricks are not already flying the helmet will encourage carelessness.'

    And when you're trying to be Orthodox, this is every day:

    you wake up every morning and you've already failed –it's the default setting– and you work all day with your mind and your back and your hands and your prayers to get back to zero so you can go to sleep again.

    This is why monks don't have real *jobs* – each cell is a 'Floyd's Place'…

    There fared a mother driven forth
    Out of an inn to roam;
    In the place where she was homeless
    All men are at home.
    The crazy stable close at hand,
    With shaking timber and shifting sand,
    Grew a stronger thing to abide and stand
    Than the square stones of Rome.

    For men are homesick in their homes,
    And strangers under the sun,
    And they lay on their heads in a foreign land
    Whenever the day is done.
    Here we have battle and blazing eyes,
    And chance and honour and high surprise,
    But our homes are under miraculous skies
    Where the yule tale was begun.

    A Child in a foul stable,
    Where the beasts feed and foam;
    Only where He was homeless
    Are you and I at home;
    We have hands that fashion and heads that know,
    But our hearts we lost – how long ago!
    In a place no chart nor ship can show
    Under the sky's dome.

    This world is wild as an old wives' tale,
    And strange the plain things are,
    The earth is enough and the air is enough
    For our wonder and our war;
    But our rest is as far as the fire-drake swings
    And our peace is put in impossible things
    Where clashed and thundered unthinkable wings
    Round an incredible star.

    To an open house in the evening
    Home shall men come,
    To an older place than Eden
    And a taller town than Rome.
    To the end of the way of the wandering star,
    To the things that cannot be and that are,
    To the place where God was homeless
    And all men are at home.

    Or as one guy put it:

    3. Someone asked Abba Anthony, saying, What must we keep in order to be pleasing to God? And the elder answered, saying, Keep what I tell you. Whoever you may be, always keep God before your eyes. And whatever you do, do it from the witness of the Holy Scriptures. And in whatever place you live, do not leave quickly. Keep these three things, and you will be saved.

    Yeah! Easy as cake.

  3. If you have to live an interior life, kill the dreary fluorescents. They definitely cause a kind of submarine vibe in your life.

    Full spectrum fluorescent lighting will lift your mood. I have been using them for years in every one of my workplaces.

    10 hour days at full tilt without feeling like the walking dead.

  4. Previous comment posted in error.

    I live in Floyd, VA, where many of us have no vacation, no Sunday, no insurance subsidized by others, no corporate umbrella, etc..

    We work several jobs, at least one of them having to do with music, pottery or art and we would have it no other way.

    You have captured the reason we do this. It's a Floyd thing and many will never understand.

  5. Gagdad, I recall reading somewhere that injuries increased in boxing when gloves were introduced as well, Apparently in minimizing the focused injury from bare knuckles the blunt force injuries from the padded gloves was increased. Or something like that. Also, in riots, injuries from the rubber bullets were greater than expected a couple of years after they were introduced, as apparently both sides considered them to be sort of "Nerf" bullets, too harmless to warrant being careful aiming or avoiding.

    As to the original post, I recall Clark Gable's character in "The Misfits" repeatedly saying, "It's better than working for wages."

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