The Thrill of Competition Might be Vitamins for the Left Hemisphere of Your Brains
And in this modern age, you never need to nourish your left hemisphere
Eric Scheske
The Third Way Fever
This modern world’s got a fever, and it ain’t for more cowbell.
It’s for third alternatives.
Everybody’s itching for that elusive other option, like it’s the last ticket out of a burning city. Ray Oldenburg lit a fuse back in ’89 with The Great Good
Documentary Review. Join or Die
America’s crumbling civic soul gets a hard look in Join or Die, a documentary riffing on Robert Putnam’s Bowling Alone (2000). It’s a 100-minute dirge for the death of social capital, that invisible glue of community that once held this nation together.
But for all its otherwise-excellent
And Now We See that Trump is a Gaslighter
Paul Kingsnorth nailed it in 2023 when he said the pandemic response rewired his brain. He saw the unholy trinity of power (Big Government, Big Business, Big Media) weave a narrative so tight it could choke a nation, the kind of thing you’d expect from a dictatorship, not the
Five Reasons to Drink at the Bar
In the twilight of Western civilization, where the sterile grip of the left hemisphere has throttled the soul out of our culture, the pub stands as a defiant outpost of human connection against the gnostic tide.
The churches once held the line too, but many—mainline Protestants, Jesuits, and their
GKC and McGilchrist
I ain’t got a shred of hard proof, but I’d wager that G.K. Chesterton’s noggin was rigged with a hulking, boisterous right hemisphere that steamrolled the left like a runaway freight train.
That jovial giant’s right hemisphere didn’t just outmuscle its analytical counterpart. It
Hand Me that Loaf of Nothing
America’s gone and lost its knack for wasting time, and we’re paying a butcher’s bill for it.
Young folks, especially, ain’t lingering with each other, not in the aimless, sprawling way that used to stitch souls together.
The fallout’s grim: depression’s up, suicide’s
Twisting Your Mind Back to Health
Grab some nicotine and check out some art. Your right hemisphere needs the help.
A Local Bar is a Good Place to Be
The Pittsburgh Post-Gazette ran a splendid ode to local bars last week
[https://www.post-gazette.com/opinion/insight/2022/01/09/A-good-place-to-be-A-local-bar-can-be-more-than-a-place-to-get-a-drink/stories/202201090022]
. Two people, neither from Pittsburgh, recommended it to me.
It's the type of thing that could only be written by someone with a Catholic
Thomas Sowell's Hemispheres
Picture Thomas Sowell, that old warrior of the mind, sitting at his desk, sifting through the wreckage of human folly.
His right hemisphere? Hell if I know how it hums. Does he commune with the Tao, feel the pulse of the cosmos in his bones? Not my place to say,