
I watched the docu-drama Touching the Void the other day. In a land forgotten by time, with mountains nearly as tall as man’s imagination, two climbers, against all odds, miraculously survive, etc., etc. In one scene a severely dehydrated climber finds a trickle of water coming off the mountain and starts sucking mud off of rocks. It reminded me of my own futile attempt to give up coffee. In another scene, the mud drinker is trapped in a crevasse with a broken leg and starts talking about how he was raised a Catholic. I was anticipating the typical “Then I prayed to God and in what can only be described as a theocratically sponsored miracle, I managed to escape.” But no, he says “the thought never occured to me” which makes his situation even more dire because not only is he potentially going to die from hypothermia in an ice cave but he’ll then spend eternity in the fires of hell, left to ponder the irony of his defrosted fate.
I’m building up my about me page. The Occam in the post title is due to my belief that my beliefs trickle down from a handful of high level conclusions about the world I’ve come to believe. “In its simplest form, Occam’s Razor states that one should make no more assumptions than needed. ” I guess summaries are supposed to be reductionist anyway so it seems like a good fit. I write a little bit at a time trying to figure out what I believe, but never really condensing my beliefs into something I can read to remind myself why I think the way I do. Plus, I’ll be able to spend less time explaining why I think the way I do and more time writing about the things I like: coffee, monkeys, movies, etc., etc.
Race to the bottom: In what may be the funniest marketing disaster ever predicted, Gillette has created the FIVE blade razor. Boing Boing has the info. From The Onion:
F*** Everything, We’re Doing Five Blades
By James M. Kilts
CEO and President,
The Gillette Company
February 18, 2004 | Issue 40*07
James M. Kilts
Would someone tell me how this happened? We were the f***ing vanguard of shaving in this country. The Gillette Mach3 was the razor to own. Then the other guy came out with a three-blade razor. Were we scared? Hell, no. Because we hit back with a little thing called the Mach3Turbo. That’s three blades and an aloe strip. For moisture. But you know what happened next? Shut up, I’m telling you what happened–the bastards went to four blades…
I know what you’re thinking now: What’ll people say? Mew mew mew. Oh, no, what will people say?! Grow the f*** up. When you’re on top, people talk. That’s the price you pay for being on top. Which Gillette is, always has been, and forever shall be, Amen, five blades, sweet Jesus in heaven.
Stop. I just had a stroke of genius. Are you ready? Open your mouth, baby birds, cause Mama’s about to drop you one sweet, fat nightcrawler. Here she comes: Put another aloe strip on that f***er, too. That’s right. Five blades, two strips, and make the second one lather. You heard me?the second strip lathers. It’s a whole new way to think about shaving. Don’t question it. Don’t say a word. Just key the music, and call the chorus girls, because we’re on the edge?the razor’s edge?and I feel like dancing.