Posts by Dr. Boli
FOR FOOD SAFETY AND QUALITY.
The Frank’s Frugal Frozen Froods Story.
While working as a chef at several noted five-star restaurants, Frank realized that, if he used ingredients of the highest quality and took the time to prepare them with individual care, he could make ordinary foods that rivaled the finest gourmet meals. But he couldn’t meet this price point, so you get this stuff instead.
INTELLIGENT WRITING ASSISTANCE.
Well, it sounds good so far.
“…let Microsoft Editor be your intelligent writing assistant on LinkedIn, Google docs (beta), Facebook, Gmail, and many other locations.”
Hmmm…
The question that comes to mind first is whether we would trust Microsoft with a red pencil.
After that, we have an observation: LinkedIn comes first. Of course LinkedIn, the Microsoft property, comes first in Microsoft World. Dr. Boli asked his secretary what LinkedIn was the first time he heard it mentioned, and his secretary helpfully explained, “LinkedIn is Facebook for boring people.”
Imagine a social network where all content goes through hours of self-censorship before it is posted, because the users know that they are really writing a permanent resumé that will be examined by every employer with even moderate computer skills. Imagine a social network where every user expects every status update to be examined not only by her current employers but also by all potential future employers, and possibly by St. Peter at the pearly gates. Imagine how dull that would be. Can you achieve such a stunning level of dullness all by yourself? Probably not. You need professional help—professional help from Microsoft.
FROM THE ILLUSTRATED EDITION.
ANNOUNCEMENT.

Here, therefore, is the new home of the Eclectic Library:
This will give the Eclectic Library a secure connection (so that the forces of evil will have to work a bit to follow you there) and a server that is probably more stable, although Dr. Boli hastens to add that the service from X10 Hosting has been first-rate for the most part and worth every penny of the nothing it cost. We also took this opportunity to streamline the style sheet, so that the entire look of the site is now controlled by half a kilobyte of CSS.
Once the old server is back on line, the Library site will be available there as well, and it will continue to be updated there for the near future. Dr. Boli hates to break his readers’ bookmarks and links. But the new address will be the default address from now on.
In honor of the new address, we have introduced a new feature that will thrill the five or six readers who are interested in this sort of thing. Long-time readers may recall that the whole Library began with one page of the Church Fathers in the famous Schaff editions. Since then, the collection of early Christian writers has grown haphazardly until the organization was very unwieldy. A new alphabetical arrangement has therefore been introduced, which should make it easy to find both the famous and the obscure among the Fathers (and Mothers and assorted heretics) of early Christianity.
Most of our readers will shrug and go back to Facebook. Five or six of them, however, have just realized that they have lost all hope of productive work for the coming week.
ASK DR. BOLI.
Dear Dr. Boli: I am a ruined man. For as long as I can remember, which stretches far back into last week at the very least, I have ordered my life by the wise sayings of the wise. I know they are wise sayings because they appear on signs with interchangeable letters outside churches and businesses all over the tri-borough area—or at least I thought I knew they were wise, but alas! the order of the universe has been called into doubt, and I feel chaos’ winged chariot (“winged” being pronounced as two syllables) overtaking me.
Last week I passed a sign that was particularly encouraging to me. I remember that it was in front of the Fifteenth Presbyterian Church in Turtle Creek, and I can quote the exact words from memory: “A river doesn’t stop after a fall.”
How true! I thought. And how applicable to the human condition! When a river “falls”—that is, when the water plunges over a precipice, forming a “cataract” or “cascade,” or, in the delightfully evocative colloquial term, a “waterfall”—it does not give up and consider its mission aborted. It simply continues on its way, regardless of the plummet it has just suffered. Should we not all take inspiration from the persistence of the river? If the inanimate river can do it, surely we who are gifted with understanding should be able to recover from our mishaps and our personal tragedies and continue on our way.
Perhaps I ought to have kept this insight to myself, but it seemed too good not to share. And indeed the first seven people I shared it with seemed as pleased with it as I was. But the eighth—oh, I wish I had never spoken to her! She immediately pointed out that it is impossible for water, unlike human beings, to be injured in any way by a fall; that, furthermore, the water in the river exhibits no agency at all, but is acted upon by physical forces entirely beyond its control; in short, she said, if we are to follow the example of the river, then the only thing to do is to give up all pretense of independent action and allow ourselves to be buffeted and directed by every random force that stands in our way, and the only infallible rule for our pilgrimage here on earth is that our movement must ever be downwards.
And she was right! There was no arguing with her, because her objections were insuperable! But if that was true of this wise saying, might it not be true of others? I began to investigate on my own, and I discovered that it was! “There is no ‘I’ in ‘team,’ ” they say—but there is a “me” if you rearrange the letters! (There is also a “meat,” and I shudder to think what that portends.) The squeaky wheel gets the grease—but such grease is not fit for human consumption!
I will not draw out the tale of my investigations. I have lost faith in all the wisdom of the world, as represented in the changeable slogan boards in front of churches, synagogues, businesses, and so forth. But what am I to do without wisdom to guide me? I no longer trust metaphors drawn from inanimate objects as guides to ethical decisions, but I have never learned any other way to make an ethical decision. I am thinking I might rob a bank. What shall I do? —Sincerely, Athenagoras McWarble, East Pittsburgh.
Dear Sir: When the metaphorical fails us, we must rely on the literal. Have you considered beginning by reading the criminal code of the Commonwealth of Pennsylvania? If you have no ethical rudder, so to speak, you might at least benefit from a clear and precise description of what the General Assembly has determined ought not to be done. After all, we know that state legislatures are formed only from the citizens of the highest ethical principles, chosen by their fellow citizens for their wisdom and disinterested philanthropy. If you need ethical guidance, turn to the Pennsylvania General Assembly: that is Dr. Boli’s best suggestion.
DEPARTMENT OF CURIOUS GENDER CONCEPTS.
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FROM THE ILLUSTRATED EDITION.
TWO HEROES.
The whole mess had to be cut adrift, and the mainmast was damaged as well; but Captain Mumford managed to jury-rig the ship and make it all the way to New York without putting in to any port for repairs, which he apparently did not trust Latin Americans to do properly. The insurance companies responsible for the ship presented him with a beautiful silver service, the showpiece of which was a solid silver salver with the picture above engraved on it, so that every time he used it he might be reminded of the worst night of his life.
There are two heroes in this story. The first is Captain Mumford, who brought the clipper safely to her destination. The second is Maturin Ballou, the editor of Gleason’s Pictorial, who managed to tell the whole story without once expressing any amusement at the fact that a clipper named Tornado was hit by a whirlwind, or even mentioning that coincidence at all.
ART CORNER.
Apparition of St. Carmen Miranda, by an unknown Baroque artist who was even baroquer after this image appeared.



