Author Archive: Glenn Reynolds

STARLINER AND SLS DON’T REALLY WORK, BUT SURE:

STANFORD DISINFORMATION PROJECT collapses under scrutiny.

I salute the name, “Stanford Internet Observatory.” I think of astronomy and the clean pursuit of star systems, with the telescope instead focused on something infinite and microscopic: the galaxies of the internet.

However, it was just a run-of-the-mill political op, small and grubby, gussied up to sound fancy.

An apt summary of a lot of “academic” efforts lately.

WELL, YES: Hunter Biden is His Father’s Son. “Hunt has a better pedigree than Joe — Yale Law, not Syracuse. And, credit where it’s due, he’s highly appealing to a certain kind of young lady. (For a while this was the kind who planned to read her Yeats just as soon as the cocaine ran out. Eventually even those girls got wise to Hunter and he moved to a more transactional type.) But Hunter’s defining attribute is his selfishness.”

SHOCKER:

I’ve been calling for paper ballots since 2002.

UPDATE:

OPEN THREAD: You oughta know how all the pros play the game.

UPDATE: Sorry, didn’t publish on time. Fixed now.

EDUCATION: What City Kids Learned on My Farm: ‘Hens don’t lay on demand. Tomatoes aren’t ripe in June. And animals don’t care about your feelings.’ “Overprotected as they are, a lot of city kids are missing out on so many important encounters with material reality: with death or danger or manual labor. These encounters can be unpleasant, even painful. It’s understandable that we want to save our children from them. But they lose something essential when we do.”

Plus: “Here’s one thing I’ve learned: children like being useful. They get a lot of freedom on the farm, but there’s one rule: everyone has to do chores. We use real tools and do real work. I teach them how to scrub a water trough, haul hay, muck a stall. They discover that manual labor is enjoyable, especially when you’re taking care of something other than yourself. Parents often tell me later that their children boast about the work they’ve accomplished. . . . Children like becoming competent, even the ones who have to be cajoled into working. When they come for return visits, as so many do, they dive in with even more enthusiasm, eager to go through the motions of the work they now know so well. ‘We have to fill the waters, right?’ they’ll say. Or, best of all: ‘When do we get to shovel the poop?'”