Thursday, February 07, 2013

Because I watched the Super Bowl....


  1. Paul Harvey, I thought I was free of that New Speak Babbitt when he died. Stand by for ooze.

  2. The original really drive me up a wall. Bathos in the service of commerce is never a good mix.

    This was an antidote.

  3. Ah, Paul Harvey. Such mixed feelings. Babbitry, yes, but what a stylist!

    It was in the summer of 1976, I was working ten hours a day as a rodman--the surveyor's assistant--at Bradley's Bulldozer Service, in rural North Texas, and by night struggling through Being and Time, in preparation for writing a senior honors thesis in philosophy.

    It was while riding down a dusty, almost-two-lane back road in a pick-up that I heard the following, in that inimitable staccato: "Martin Heidegger...German existentialist philosopher....DEAD!" That was it.

    I rather doubt that Mr. Harvey had any detailed notion of "das Sein zum Tode." But I thought it was the perfect form of obituary.