Some meditations. I, too, have sinned, and probably will again in the morning.
On the other hand, there’s the old saying in management seminars about dedication to a project: in a ham and eggs breakfast, the chicken was “involved,” but the hog was committed.
I’m not so sure about this, but somehow, it reminds me of the infamous (and hilarious) “Mr. Bubble” letter exchange.
I’ve often wondered if that’s why the manufacturer went to a liquid form.
Here ya go. Cutting down a tree with a gun. It’s pretty amazing to see the brass waterfalling out of that thing. I want to be a mythbuster.
The first known instance of this took a lot longer. At the Battle of Spotsylvania Courthouse, the hot lead was so unremitting and thick that it cut down an oak tree of a foot-and-a-half diameter over the hours-long duration of the battle. The stump is now in the American Museum of History. It was probably the most intense battle of the war up to that point, and it’s hard to contemplate the hell it must have been for the combatants.
A new energy storage device — flatulent micro-organisms that generate methane on command.
I like the name “Cthulhu bites” myself.
Over forty years ago, we stopped at the Four Corners National Monument on a family vacation, where I got to have one limb in each of the four states simultaneously. Well, it turns out that the plaque is off by two and a half miles. So all those tourists were in Colorado the whole time.
I’m not sure whether to blame George Bush, or Barack Obama.
If Homer’s Odyssey had been Twittered.
…Detroit. It’s the other other white meat.
A (dead) British girl was banned for the prom for poor school attendance.
Well, that will teach her.
It put an end to funding nonsense like this:
A typical apartment has three or four rooms in the shapes of either a cylinder, a cube, or a sphere. Rooms surround a kitchen-living room combination with bumpy, undulating floors and floor-to-ceiling ladders and poles. Dozens of colors, from school-bus yellow to sky blue, cover the walls, ceilings and other surfaces.
At least one tenant says he feels a little younger already. Nobutaka Yamaoka, who moved in with his wife and two children about two years ago, says he has lost more than 20 pounds and no longer suffers from hay fever, though he isn’t sure whether it was cured by the loft.
There is no closet, and Mr. Yamaoka can’t buy furniture for the living room or kitchen because the floor is too uneven, but he relishes the lifestyle. “I feel a completely different kind of comfort here,” says the 43-year-old video director. His wife, however, complains that the apartment is too cold. Also, the window to the balcony is near the floor, and she keeps bumping her head against the frame when she crawls out to hang up laundry, he says. (“That’s one of the exercises,” says Ms. Gins.)
“A different kind of comfort.” Yes, I suppose that’s one way to put it. But there’s a fly in the ointment:
Some transhumanists dismiss the couple’s architectural solution.
You don’t say.
“Human life has enough challenges in terms of our work and daily lives that we don’t need to invent new physical challenges for our bodies,” says Ray Kurzweil, a leading transhumanist figure in the U.S.
Well, the good news is that Madoff’s (and their) loss is our gain.