Why a blog? (with apologies to Chico Marx)

Why indeed?

Why freakin' bother?

To be another low-traffic blog unknown to any except for family, friends and acquaintances?

No.

It has been said that the Web (and Usenet, which preceeded it) can be described as a vast junkyard containing large stacks of flaming Yugo and Lada carcasses; but every now and then, and only to those who search diligently, a Bugatti or a Silver Ghost in mint condition can be found.

That's my goal.

Being imperfect, I'll fall short of that.
A Hewitt I am not. (Yoda am not I, either.)

So little signal, so much noise.
There is much to discuss.

I read voraciously-- and I don't just read new releases.

I am a disciple of Hayek, and think that Thomas Sowell is probably the smartest man in America. P.J. O'Rourke is undoubtedly the funniest smart man in America. Walter Williams is a close second.

Look for a "Currently Reading" sidebar to appear soon.

Look for the list of books in MobileDB format to be posted as well. How I derived it is fodder for another post.

And posters (when you come) don't post anything you wouldn't want your momma to see.

'Nuff said.