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– Let’s just say it: The Republicans are the problem. - The Washington Post (via underpaidgenius)We have been studying Washington politics and Congress for more than 40 years, and never have we seen them this dysfunctional. In our past writings, we have criticized both parties when we believed it was warranted. Today, however, we have no choice but to acknowledge that the core of the problem lies with the Republican Party.
The GOP has become an insurgent outlier in American politics. It is ideologically extreme; scornful of compromise; unmoved by conventional understanding of facts, evidence and science; and dismissive of the legitimacy of its political opposition.
When one party moves this far from the mainstream, it makes it nearly impossible for the political system to deal constructively with the country’s challenges.
“Both sides do it” or “There is plenty of blame to go around” are the traditional refuges for an American news media intent on proving its lack of bias, while political scientists prefer generality and neutrality when discussing partisan polarization. Many self-styled bipartisan groups, in their search for common ground, propose solutions that move both sides to the center, a strategy that is simply untenable when one side is so far out of reach.
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“The three-pound organ in your skull — with its pink consistency of Jell-o — is an alien kind of computational material. It is composed of miniaturized, self-configuring parts, and it vastly outstrips anything we’ve dreamt of building. So if you ever feel lazy or dull, take heart: you’re the busiest, brightest thing on the planet.” – David Eagleman, Incognito
The 11 Best Psychology and Philosophy Books of 2011When your iPhone beats you at chess, remember “You will never understand happiness.” That always makes me feel better.
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How Social Media Works
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Interstate Subway System of the Day: Every wonder what it would look like if instead of using highways, the United States relied on a massive subway system to connect its cities?
Well, so did Australian designer Cameron Booth, and he even took it a step farther by redesigning the map of U.S. highways (U.S. Routes, to be exact) in the style of H.C. Beck’s London Underground Diagram.
Booth’s subway-style reimagining of the Eisenhower National System of Interstate and Defense Highways can be seen here.
[cambooth / laughingsquid.]
I wish this existed!!
Ugh I would go everywhere. All the time. Can somebody please get on this?](http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lwik77TTLu1qz4cuyo1_1280.jpg)
Interstate Subway System of the Day: Every wonder what it would look like if instead of using highways, the United States relied on a massive subway system to connect its cities?
Well, so did Australian designer Cameron Booth, and he even took it a step farther by redesigning the map of U.S. highways (U.S. Routes, to be exact) in the style of H.C. Beck’s London Underground Diagram.
Booth’s subway-style reimagining of the Eisenhower National System of Interstate and Defense Highways can be seen here.
[cambooth / laughingsquid.]
I wish this existed!!
Ugh I would go everywhere. All the time. Can somebody please get on this?
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A Tale of Childhood Trauma
When I was 4 years old I was down at Long Beach Island with my family. I was a fat kid, so I wasn’t crazy about the whole “taking off your shirt” thing. I also was kind of OCD so I wasn’t really into the whole “sand” thing. I was also not athletic (see the earlier note about being a fat kid), so I never really got to have fun doing those fun beach sport things. In fact, sad is it might be, my favorite part of the beach was the ice cream man.
About once every hour and a half a twenty-something bearded man would drive a beat up Good Humor truck to the edge of the sand dunes and peddle partially (mostly) melted snow cones and popsicles to the hot, dehydrated beachgoers. He’d walk up to the top of the beach and shake a stick covered in jingle bells to alert the world to his presence.
I was Jewish, so I didn’t really know, but I’d imagine that’s what little gentile boys and girls feel when they hear jingle bells in December. When I heard them I’d spring to my feet and run to my mother, where I would beg her to let me get something. Anything. And sometimes, when I was lucky, I did. On one particular day that ice cream man was carrying something I’d never seen before: it was an ice cream bar in the shape of a baseball glove, with a little gum ball, painted with food coloring to look like a baseball:
That little gum baseball ruined my life.
