You Ice People Just Don't Get It
For many years now I have become confused and bewildered reading the editorials in the Star Tribune penned by one Syl Jones. My typical reaction is what the hell is the point of this piece?
It's gratifying to learn that I'm not the only one who feels this way about Syl's writing. Today Lileks delves into a column by Syl that appeared in yesterday's Strib and after several head scratching moments of incredulity is left posing the same query:
Where is he going with this piece?
Alas, that is a question that I don't believe can be answered by anyone not even Syl himself. Apparently his writing isn't about the destination, it's about the journey to get there. And in the case of Syl it feels like the journey is a trip across the Atlantic in a rubber raft with no oars. You'll drift directionless, become nauseous and disoriented, approach the brink of madness from the lack of recognizable landmarks, and be damned lucky if you actually arrive anywhere.
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