Best Via Negativa comment thread ever?

Posted by Dave Bonta on November 29, 2009 (last modified at 12:11 am, 11/30/09)

The other day while I was rummaging around in the archives looking for something else, I happened on a post from February 27, 2007 called “Warning label for a cathedral.” Written in response to a comment on an earlier post, it spawned one of the most varied and interesting comment threads here that I can remember, with a discussion about doves versus pigeons and Missouri geology somehow leading to a lengthy and thoroughly engrossing story by Nathan Horowitz about eating peyote in Mexico. This was of course back before we all got on Facebook. I don’t know if that kind of discussion would happen on a blog today.

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7 Responses to Best Via Negativa comment thread ever?

  1. dale says:
    November 30, 2009 at 1:29 am

    What a blast! I wonder how I missed it, the first time around? I’m a pretty dedicated Via Negativa reader.

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  2. marja-leena says:
    November 30, 2009 at 10:31 am

    Wow, wow! Like Dale, how did I miss that? Must have been out of town at that time.

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  3. Bill says:
    November 30, 2009 at 11:13 am

    Ack!

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  4. Joan says:
    November 30, 2009 at 11:52 am

    I love this! Printed it out the first time and just recently came across it in my big pile of papers that I must someday get organized. Now I can print it out again so I have a double chance of finding it.

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    • Dave says:
      November 30, 2009 at 1:18 pm

      I’m glad someone makes use (I assume) of that Print link I provide. The plugin gives the option to exclude comments, but what would be the point of that? And frankly, it’s comment strings like that one that make me question the value of blog books that focus only on the content of the posts.

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