Friday Grab Bag: The Value of Nothingness

It's Friday, which means it's Grab Bag time again.  Today's Bag is filled with nothing in particular and certainly nothing of value, just the random threads of the week, threads not long enough to weave into any kind of a pattern, much less into a real cloth. It's all just dime store philosophy stuff with a couple of cars thrown in for good measure.

Here we go ...

Human specialization is often seen as one of the failings of modern society, but it's actually one of our greatest accomplishments. I mean, when I have a plumbing problem, I want to call a plumber. And when I have a hermeneutics problem, I want to call a hermeneutician. It's that simple. (What the hell is hermeneutics anyway?)

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The greatest spectator sport in this country isn't football or baseball or NASCAR. The greatest spectator sport in this country is legal disputes. 

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There is nothing so terrifying as the fervor of the righteous. 

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The thing with writing, at least with writing prose, is to be such a good writer that no one remembers what you wrote. Or be such a good writer that no one can forget what you wrote. Another way of saying it, be such a good writer that your reader thinks they wrote it themselves. Or be such a good writer that they know they never could have written it themselves.

And to close out, more cars from the streets of Cambridge, with a plea - help me identify these two cars spotted within half a block of each other on Hampshire Street last week.

This one is obviously a Maserati, but beyond that, I haven't a clue ...

And this one, I simply haven't any clue whatsoever except that I'm certain it is an American car, and I'm guessing vintage 1975-1980. Markings include "SS" on the front grill and "454" on the side panel.