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Simon & Garfunkel; the gigabyte dichotomy
Sep. 21st, 2003 12:20 pmLast week I saw Simon & Garfunkel perform "The Boxer" live on the David Letterman show. Wow. The magic, they've still got it...at least when they can stand each other long enough to perform together. In a way, though, their reunion concert tour is a double-shame: first, that they're not doing any new material, rather just rehashing the same old stuff all over again, and second, that the concert ticket prices are astronomical. Is it any wonder that people are trading whatever they can get for free?
Last night, I got into a big political argument with a friend of mine. Probably one of my first real such arguments ever, as I tend to stay largely detached from politics. It wasn't actually an argument about politics, it was just one of those bordering-on-religious debates where both sides know they're right, and yet they have to try to convince the other of that, too. It's the most insidious kind of argument...even now I have this feeling that if I maybe just restate what I'm saying a certain way, then my friend would say, "Oh, that's what you mean, I totally agree," because it just seems so sensible. But I know that it doesn't work that way.
( Anatomy of an argument: The gigabyte dichotomy )
In the end, he and I simply had to agree to disagree, because there's no way we're going to be able to change each others' minds. (I still have this urge that pops up every so often to try it again, that surely he'll listen this time. But the wiser part of me says to just let it rest, and so I will. At least until the court decides.)
Last night, I got into a big political argument with a friend of mine. Probably one of my first real such arguments ever, as I tend to stay largely detached from politics. It wasn't actually an argument about politics, it was just one of those bordering-on-religious debates where both sides know they're right, and yet they have to try to convince the other of that, too. It's the most insidious kind of argument...even now I have this feeling that if I maybe just restate what I'm saying a certain way, then my friend would say, "Oh, that's what you mean, I totally agree," because it just seems so sensible. But I know that it doesn't work that way.
( Anatomy of an argument: The gigabyte dichotomy )
In the end, he and I simply had to agree to disagree, because there's no way we're going to be able to change each others' minds. (I still have this urge that pops up every so often to try it again, that surely he'll listen this time. But the wiser part of me says to just let it rest, and so I will. At least until the court decides.)
