So the Pentagon decided to research a "gay bomb."

The idea was that an extremely strong aphrodisiac would make soldiers irresistible to each other and thus destroy unit cohesion.

What's that? There's already gays in the military? Having people like each other can increase unit cohesion?

Now I see why they canceled it.

Imagine dropping a gay bomb on a civilian center. What places come to mind? The effects?

So the refrigerator is chock full of food, but I'm not quite sure what I bought, and I'm afraid of eating other people's food. How do you deal with this?

I am not sure if a guff/ng system is the right one. Does labeling something guff imply pressure to do the same? Keep in mind that some members of our household eat out much more than others, so inevitably end up buying little for the house.

I am also worried about a tragedy of the commons situation, but less for me. I think I am worried about taking advantage of other people's coerced generosity.

In the meanwhile, I need to go find some food.

We saw Napoleon Dynamite and Mad Max last night. The first was much easier to get through than the second, and I do have to say, what a fantastic dance sequence.

Are the 80s back? Evil Empires, crazy republican presidents, funky dancing - all trends seem to point in that direction.

Yuri Gagarin quote.

Thursdays at 11:30, THE CHARP ANTHOLOGY on the Manhattan Neighborhood Network.

Strap on Speak and Say.

Palestrina's Sicut Cervus.

All together.

My dearest Cassandra:

Fear of a Candy Planet.

mugshot (in my kitchen)

There's a game of chicken going on with the quite full (two days ago) kitchen trash can.

Even better, the sink has Ajax on one side of the faucet, and hand soap on the other.

My laundry costs me $.70/pound. They fold it for me too.

I think this is the only way not to feel guilty about having your laundry folded for you.

Wil blogging about his first mac experience.

I don't remember the first mac I used. In middle school, we had SE/30s that I faithfully played Dungeon of Doom on in typing classes. This is why I never learned to type properly.

To this day, I am betting on the arrival of subvocalized input into a computer before my wrists succumb to some carpal tunnel syndrome.

You think Wil Wheaton is old? I was at the diner at the corner the other day and we saw Sanka on the menu. What is Sanka Jeanne & Antonia asked.

Sanka, the first decaffeinated coffee (the name comes from sans caffeine), ushered in the era of orange signifying decaf.

An instant coffee, many of us grew up to Sanka ads, which sadly or not, must have dissappeared by the late eighties. Alas, I can't seem to find any commercials online to link for you.

Sanka makes me feel old. Well, that and reading Love in the Time of Cholera anyways.

To bed.


[Edit: Yes, sub-vocalized input like Jane in Children of the Mind. If you look at bluetooth headphones these days, the cultural changes required to have people talking through something permanently attached to their ears are already happening.]

Dorkbot-NYC.

They meet monthly down the street from me.

And they have theme songs!

Imagine when Cop shows came on TV, everybody yelled Bobbies!

I WANANANANANANANANA mac mini.

Prudence dictates waiting for this until OS X Tiger comes out, though the first half 2004 date indicates it may not ship until June 30th. Generation 2 products are always better.

Also, the iPod Shuffle was announced, with this little gem on the product page:

The fridge now has LISTS on it.

Intellectual pissing contests make me feel at home.

whee

On Wankers.

A very compelling argument...

(Via Eschaton.)

Also, I now have a Matrixesque jacket. Donations of weaponry to fill the interior pockets are now being solicited.

Low Culture points out a curious fact about the upcoming Iraqi Elections.

Fourteen out of Eighteen iraqi provinces are considered to be safe environments for elections.

The other four hold 50% of the Iraqi population.

I'm not sure if those provinces are overwhelmingly Shiite or Sunni.

Brent Simmons is also the person responsible for NetNewsWire & MarsEdit, which I am posting with. (Dare you complain about me ending a line with a preposition...)

Email: "Email is like TiVo for chat.



I’m not sure why I felt like writing that sentence, except that I’m a big fan of the ‘blank is like TiVo for blank’ comparisons. At some point, everything is either like TiVo or like a thing being TiVo’d.



I sometimes enjoy making up absurd comparisons. Clouds are like TiVo for rain. Soup is like TiVo for vegetables. That kind of thing."

(Via inessential.com.)

NYC PBS station 13 playing Annie Hall.

It is hard to work with it in the background, and yet...

From Dearest Wil:

this one goes to eleven: "

The always hilarious BBspot hits it out of the park again. Today, they give us The Top Eleven Geek Break Up Lines.

My personal favorite is number eleven:

(A)bort, (R)etry, (F)ail? R

(A)bort, (R)etry, (F)ail? R

(A)bort, (R)etry, (F)ail? F

Relationship failed.

"

(Via WIL WHEATON DOT NET: Where is my mind?.)

I got my new replacement phone today from the tmobile insurance company.

Hopefully this V300 has better battery life, and a more stable interface. The device also came with an extra charger, aside from the charger in the box. So now it appears that I have three different chargers for this phone.

Perhaps I will actually be able to feel the vibrator on this phone when ringing, but I doubt it.

Let that be a lesson for those of you who ski (if that is what I would call the pseudo random arrangement of limbs and metallic implements on the snow flying about) with a phone in your pocket.

Also, best Holy Grail Story Evah.

Jon makes a good point in bringing up the difference between Consulting and Professional Services, even though many people (myself included) have used the terms interchangeably.


It makes sense to treat them differently, as then you are not providing consulting in order to sell professional services, and the client then sees you as a (perhaps more) unbiased provider of information.

Cyrus alerts me to a beautiful trailer for Sin City.

Here's a case of an alternative to getting parental consent for an abortion (getting your boyfriend to beat you with a baseball bat). The girl mentioned this at a high school leadership conference, and the police were called in.

Antonia's collection of Futurama and ST:TOS DVDs is providing an opportunity to bask in the glow of something warm and funny while we go about our evening work, be it making cookies or putting together models of human hearts with crazy glue and sandpaper.

I realized yesterday that on my last trip to Brighton Beach, I bought Low Fat Kefir (a russian buttermilk drink) instead of regular Kefir.

This is analogous to purchasing low fat bacon.

There is no excuse.

Geek Warning:

Ouch.

There's an interesting story on regulatory capture here.

There exists a stealth spy satellite program called MISTY that can only be discussed at government levels by people with security clearances. Of course the lobbyists for this program have the necessary clearances, and those that are against the program tend not to...

The question then is, how to achieve effective oversight of classified programs.

It seems very much the "military industrial complex" in the original meaning.

A testament to those who have fought in the defense of Americans of (recent) foreign ancestry, and to a country which learns from its mistakes.

Atrios on the late Robert Matsui:

Robert Matsui:

I'd like, if I may, to take a moment to read something that I was able to get through the Freedom of Information Act in 1992. Individual number, 25261C. File number 405986. Your birth, '41, relocation center Tule (?) Lake, assembly center Pinedale. Home address, Sacramento, California.

Country of birth of father U.S. mainland, country of birth of mother, U.S. mainland. Birthplace, California. Year or arrival, American born, never in Japan. Marital status, single. Languages, not applicable.

Race, Japanese and no spouse. Highest grade, no schooling or kindergarten. Military service, no military nor naval service and no physical defects, and no public assistance or pension program.

Alien registration and Social Security number, none. Did not attend Japanese language school. Has neither alien registration number, nor the Social Security number.

Length of time in Japan, none. Age in Japan, never in Japan. Schooling in Japan, and number of years, none.

That happened to be my file that is still in the defense Department of the United States government. I was six months old at the time that I was taken, with my mother and father, from Sacramento, California, and placed in internment camps in the United States.

I was never given a trial. I never went before any magistrate, nor did my parents. To this day, I do not know what the charges that were lodged against me or my deceased parents at this time.

I spent approximately three and a half years of my life there, although I have no personal memory of it. I do know that many of my friends of Japanese ancestry suffered a great deal.

My mother and father refused to talk about it with me until they were nearing their death, separately, obviously. I remember when I was in the fourth grade at William Bland School in Sacramento, California, I was asked by a very well intentioned teacher, because we were studying American history and World War II. She said, 'Bob, weren't you in one of those camps, those camps for Japanese during the war? And maybe you can describe this to the classmates.'

I'll never forget it. I shuddered. I must have turned color and I said 'I don't know what you're talking about.' She says, 'Are you sure? You were in one of those camps. I know your mother and father were.' I said 'I don't know what you mean.'

Then we went out later in the playground and I remember one of my friends, a very good friend, going like this to me as if it were a gun or something, and saying, 'Were you a spy? Was that why you were in jail?'

What our problem was was that there was this specter of disloyalty that hung over us as Americans of Japanese ancestry, those of us that were interned during World War II, 115,000, Americans, basically, of Japanese ancestry.

...

And the U.S. general, John L. DeWitt, who was in charge of the internment and incarceration of the Japanese Americans, stated a few months later 'The Japanese race is an enemy race, and while many second and third Japanese born in the United States soil possessed of U.S. citizenship have become Americanized, the racial strains are undiluted. It therefore follows that along the virtual Pacific Coast over 112,000 potential enemies of Japanese extraction are at large today.'

And the reason I call your attention to this, and what happened in the comments and before December 7, is because there was an anti-Asian sentiment. There was a strain throughout the West Coast, and particularly the state of California. Pearl Harbor merely triggered the sentiment to become a sign of action. It is my believe that the internment was for that reason. It was the triggering event of deep seated feelings that existed in the state of California, and Washington, and the entire west coast of the United States.

As I said, this was something that we had a very difficult time talking about, and it wasn't until 1981 when the Congress of the United States actually set up a commission to look into the causes of the internment, and also whether anything should be done, such as apologies, or redress, or reparations for those that were interred.

I was personally stunned, because of the seven or eight hearings throughout the United States, many Americans of Japanese ancestry who at that time were in their 60's, began to speak out. And it was stunning because as they were testifying, they would immediately break down and begin to describe their ordeal; the fact that they were isolated and ostracized from their own communities, their own state, and obviously the nation.

I recall going back and finally having the opportunity to talk with my parents. And my mother, who was at that time dying, said that yes, she woke up all of the time in the middle of the night thinking that she was in one of the camps.

My dad finally began to speak about it. It was an event that kind of opened up for us the opportunity to begin to discuss what had actually happened. Instead of saying that it was our fault, we were then able to finally say that it wasn't our fault. It was the government, a failure of leadership in the United States that caused the internment.

...

Let me conclude, and then we'll have questions and a discussion, if I may make one other observation, if I may. This is a great and wonderful country, because what happened in 1987 is that the House, the United States House of Representatives and the United States Senate passed legislation for a presidential apology for the internment for the surviving Americans of Japanese ancestry who were interned, plus compensation of $20,000 per survivor.

President Reagan signed the legislation, and I have to say that I brought the letter from the president, by that time President Bush, Sr. had signed the letter and given it to my father, who was 21 years old at the time of the internment, and he broke down and cried, and he indicated what a great country we had.

I have to say that it's very few countries that are willing to look back at its past and apologize for its act, or make amends for its act, as the United States had one. Hopefully as a country, that we learn from our mistakes of the past.

"

(Via Eschaton.)

More Abortions!: "This is great:

The U.S. Department of Justice has issued its first-ever medical guidelines for treating sexual-assault victims - without any mention of emergency contraception, the standard precaution against pregnancy after rape.

The omission of the so-called morning-after pill has frustrated and angered victims' advocates and medical professionals who have long worked to improve victims' care.

Gail Burns-Smith, one of several dozen experts who vetted the protocol during its three-year development by Justice's Office on Violence Against Women, said emergency contraception was included in an early draft, and she does not know of anyone who opposed it.

'But in the climate in which we are currently operating, politically it's a hot potato,' said Burns-Smith, retired director of Connecticut Sexual Assault Crisis Services.

The 'morning after' pill if taken soon enough will prevent conception from even occurring, or failing that it will prevent implantation. Whatever moral qualms one has about abortion generally, the morning after pill is far less 'icky' than IVF treatments frequently undergone by our happy natalists. The consequence of keeping raping victims from the pill will inevitably be more actual abortions.

But, they don't really care...
"

(Via Eschaton.)

If this were an issue created by a Democratic Administration, you can be sure that Karl Rove would have already be running ads talking about the Administration wanting you (the white ad target) being expected to carry Willie Horton's baby. But this response also indicates a level if disconnection from red america. Red Americans aren't concerned about reducing the abortions of rape victims. Red America overwhelmingly supports abortion for rape victims. Another wedge issue opportunity, being squandered.

Now to take this a step farther, why not use this as a wedge to push back by fighting for law mandating the notification of parents of raped minors of morning after pill and abortion options?

Now it becomes a victims' rights issue.

Would it be too hard to find somebody to testify who could say she was not told about her options?

There is an exceedingly obese woman across from me with a crying toddler on her knee and a child next to her who desperately wants to go to the Mcdonalds in the terminal.

If there is a god, it will ensure that these folks are on another flight.

Overheard on the intercom at Cincinnati just now:

"You will not see the flight on the screen, as we are having computer problems."

I called into Delta this morning to switch my flight from one leaving Lansing at 1:30pm and getting into JFK at 6 something to one leaving at 10:46am and getting in at 3:30pm. If you call 3 hours before a flight, the fee to switch is only $25.

The reservation agent (what is the preferred nomenclature these days? Schedule engineer?) told me that no seats were available.

I called back two minutes later, and got connected to a better reservation agent, who took care of getting me booked on the earlier flight.

Author Arthur C Clarke (who has lived in Sri Lanka for many years now) recommends giving to Sarvodaya if you are considering places to send donations.

The amount the US government has allocated for this event is equivalent to the amount spent in a morning in Iraq.

Time for another Pentagon Bake Sale.

Just saw Pather Panchali for the second time. Or is it the first time all over again when you only vaguely remember the first time?

Beautiful Beautiful Koyaanisqatsi moments. Emotion earned, unlike that trite Spielberg crap. (If you saw The Terminal, you know what I'm talking about.)

sigh

Julie dug up some interesting stuff for the Tolstoy discussion for tomorrow night.

Finally!

According to the news, Diaryland is about to get RSS feeds.

No more having to load http://members.diaryland.com/edit/buddies.phtml to see if somebody updated.

The Bro got me Garden State for Christmas. Rock.

The afternoon with Shana and Alexis and Valerie ( + boy ) and two dogs and cats and bunny and pistachios and the radiology of trauma victims and a beautiful redone bathroom.

Dinner with Brendan and Tim and Justin and Sara and Trudeau (+ girl) and Eric.

Pinball Pete's with Brendan and Tim and Justin and Sara and Suj and Dave.

Heidelburg with Brendan and Suj and Sara and Tim and Justin.

Slumber Party at Mich with Brendan and Sara.

Unforwarded mail found at Mich from a Blockbuster on Broadway, one in the Village.

I'm glad I stopped by.

There's word of apple releasing a $500 computer at MacWorld SF in a few weeks.

Does anybody else look at this and automatically think Set Top Box?

Quote of the day: My sweet little autistic nerd boy.

Bram Cohen, the guy who invented BitTorrent, the program that the MPAA hates, the one that is responsible for 30% of the traffic on the internet, apparently has Asperger's syndrome.


They are discussing Aspergers on Wired. Forget the rash of Autism stories on the NYT, just another one today. Autism is now not just cool, but hip.

Oy.

Jared Diamond has a new book.

And my Amazon Wishlist.

Forget Soup or Juice, tonight I had dinner at Saginaw's Super Buffet!

They had frog legs, crab legs, and bacon wrapped shrimp.

I am sad to report that all of the food tasted wholly mediocre.

The establishment had a sign up announcing that people who were members of a frequent dining club would get a free meal after dining for 14 paid meals.

The free meal can not be redeemed on Valentines day.

Ponder the person who takes their date to an all you can eat buffet for Valentines day, and then thinks they can get by with a free meal for said date.

TeeHee.

My fortune cookie taught me that in Chinese the word for sugar is "Tang."

The Hampton Inn in Straightlord has free Hilton WiFi.

Score.

"Science"

Tsunamis as large as Sunday's happen only a few times a century. A tsunami is a series of traveling ocean waves generated by geological disturbances near the ocean floor. With nothing to stop them, the waves can race across the ocean like the crack of a bullwhip, gaining momentum over thousands of miles.

Umm, no. The waves would lose momentum over thousands of miles. Otherwise we would have had serious problems on the US west coast.

The waves will spread out over the distance.

You only gain momentum if there is a force consistently applied, right?

2004 MN4 now has a 1/40 chance of hitting the earth.

Does this make Revelations Ironic?

My rowmate on the last plane in from Cincinnati came by to interview my for the local news about our flight experiences. It goes on tonight on WLNS CBS 6, during the 5pm show.

I did my midwestern best.

I've been playing with Horde 3.0 (the framework underlying IMP, the open source webmail program that so many organizations, popular universities included, use).

The PEAR problem I had with Horde 2.x has finally been dealt with on my webhost's site, though I'm still having problems with HTTP_Request, which when activated refuses to let the rest of the PHP work.

And I'm still looking for a gmail/imap interface.

That or a host that I can host a large quantity of mail on. I've been looking at Interland's virtual hosting, since I have some experience with it, but 1and1's hosting is about the same price as well, and I wouldn't mind having a debian system to use for my mail.

In other news, Delta called me today and told me that my bag was on its way this evening, scheduled to arrive at 2am.

Yawn. I don't think I'm going to be able to stay up.

I'm going skiing. I can't ski.

There's a new york times article today about http://anonymouslawyer.blogspot.com.

Fantastic stuff. Very American Psycho. The November archives are superb.

Phrase of the day: Evil Coastal Godless Baal-Loving Media

Really good posts on the future of union and party membership:

Scott

Decembrist

Delta's Cincinnati Comair staffing rocks. They went out of their way to get us home despite the utter failure of their computer system.

Their management, who purchased a computer system that crashed yesterday, causing all of Comair's flights to be cancelled today, and had far fewer planes than needed on the ground as backup, are well, pretty sucky.

I still need my luggage.

Sleeping till 4 after you get home at 5am, ahhh.

Aloha from Cincinnati.

My first Meijers sighting since the summer.

My first bona fide snow sighting since last winter.

The flight attendant welcomed us to town, and then snorted and told us that if we had a connecting flight, "Good Luck."

This may be one of the worst designed airports in the country. The interior has the same layout as the Columbus GreyHound terminal, with carpet. Due to the weather situation the last several days in the Ohio Valley, the airport seems as crowded as a hurricane shelter.

I'm really looking forward to getting out of here. This place stinks of sweat, pineapple, and annoyance.

Washington, D.C.

The Stewardess on my flight here haltingly read a cheesy Christmas Eve poem about flying in the air, and the unsettling possibility of meeting Santa in the air. Being told that Santa may come in the door during the flight strangely reminds me of certain X Files episodes involving aliens visiting flying planes.

The descent into Reagan, under a dark clear sky, was unusually pretty, with house lights twinkling through barren tree branches.

I appear to be segregated into a tiny Delta commuter wing at the airport with six Delta gates reminiscent of the Northwest peninsula at Tokyo's Narita, albeit quite a but colder. DC is currently just below freezing, and NYC, just above.

Schizer. Even my city's weather is better.

The news shop in this wing has Republican and Democrat branded outerwear laid out like that of sports teams in other cities. The store has Election paraphernalia at a seventy five percent discount from the original price. You can still get your Kerry-Edwards bumper stickers ladies and gentlemen, but supplies are limited.

Ah boarding for Cin Cin. One last tidbit:

I am in REAGAN NATIONAL AIRPORT. The bar here, called the Federal Tavern, has a large RED STAR between Federal, and Tavern on the sign.

Perestroika indeed.

Also, we are enroute for Rendezvous with Titan. The first attempted landing by human craft on another moon. Forty years later.

Also, one in sixty-two chance of us being hit by an asteroid on April 13, 2029. Merry Christmakkahwanzaa.

Also, if you're in town on the evening of the 31st, drop me or the roommates a line. We're having a Tolstoy Appreciation Night. I am sure I have inadvertently left people off of the invite list.

Fly Away. Fly Away.

Theoden & a Ham Sandwich.

Click on Theoden Horsemaster.

Tonight
Partly cloudy. A chance of snow. Lows 5 below to 10 below zero. Southwest winds 5 to 15 mph. Chance of snow 40 percent. Wind chill readings 10 below to 20 below zero.
Christmas Day
Mostly cloudy. A chance of snow. Highs around 15. South winds 5 to 15 mph. Chance of snow 50 percent. Lowest wind chill readings 15 below to 25 below zero in the morning.

Saturday Night
Cloudy. A chance of snow. Lows 5 to 10 above. South winds 5 to 15 mph becoming southeast. Chance of snow 50 percent.

Sunday
Mostly cloudy. A few flurries. Highs in the lower 20s. North winds 5 to 10 mph becoming southeast. Chance of snow 20 percent.

Now tell me why I'm flying to Michigan again?

Lordy lordy.

I've been doing some googling to deal with some exchange issues at a client, and came across the Microsoft Exchange Team Blog, titled, in unabashed geek humor style,

You Had Me At EHLO.

Thanks to Antonia & the developer of PulpFiction for these tidbits:

An excellent review of a massively multiplayer online role-playing game on GameSpot that gets close to a perfect score.

A Burger King Christmas Song.

Cows.

I await the cable [wo]ma[-a+e]n and furniture.

At the minimum, misspellings tell us about differences in dialect over time.

I wonder if anybody has done a study tracking misspellings over time.

Nation Rests Easy...President Bush To Tackle Challanges In Second Term!: "Hopefully, he won't forget about educashun policy!





Yes, it's real.



Thanks Education At The Brink.

"

(Via Eduwonk.com.)

Warren tells it like it is:

2004: the year blogging got boring and...: "

2004: the year blogging got boring and the year commenting systems broke. The year Bit Torrent got really big and the year the Motion Picture Association Of America somehow became a world power. The year Indymedia finally managed to frighten someone and the year MoveOn.org managed to convince no-one. The year of podcasting, and the year no-one had anything to say. The year no-one paid any attention to Mperia while labels like 555 starved to death -- but that's okay, because people with day jobs tell us that art on the net should be free anyway. The year I actually read someone on a website say 'I want hospitals to compete for my business.' I find myself desperately looking forward to that man's first tumour. The year that the half of America the coasts sneer at as 'flyover country' voted George W Bush back in because, according to one of his creatures, 'they like the way he walks, they like the way he talks, they like the way he points at things.' The year the rest of us laughed at the electoral college system, while looking uncomfortably at our own stark lack of choices in our next general elections. The year I heard Air America radio and realised the left wing in America is beyond doomed. The year I saw The Daily Show and understood that Jon Stewart and his team realise that too. The year that the ambient sound of Britain became a collective mumbling noise. The year I discovered videoblogging and the year I discovered that almost no-one knows what to do with it.

2004: another step to the boneyard in the continuing Death Of Western

Culture. You're welcome.

___

Sent from handheld

"

(Via die puny humans.)

Wow! From the AP: "The...: "

Wow! From the AP: 'The head of the state Democratic Party said late Tuesday that recount results from King County give Democrat Christine Gregoire an eight-vote victory in the closest governor’s race in state history.'

"

(Via Talking Points Memo.)

Today's best use of the word pirate:

Test of the Mainstream:

<snip />

Guns:

1. Are an essential tool for killing things.

2. Are an essential tool for the home which also happens to kill things.

3. Are what Jesus would've given the meek to take back the earth.

4. Are good. The gun kills men. The penis is evil. The penis shoots seed.


Sex:

1. Mostly happens on the internet.

2. Is dirty and BAD... but I LIKE it... but that makes me dirty and BAD... but I LIKE it...

3. Is a foul and terrible abomination of all that is holy until a priest/judge/clerk/pirate captain puts a ring on my finger and tells me otherwise.

4. Does not exist. Humans reproduce through budding.

Caitlin sent a musical recommendation in her stead this (last) weekend.

Lieder Von Gustav Mahler ( Christa Ludwig ) has been playing on my iPod since then.


[Update: I expect some weekend that Mahler will send Caitlin in his stead.]

There's a meme making the rounds of the story behind the guy who ended sneaking into Apple's headquarters for months after he was fired to finish the graphing calculator application for the original and most succeeding versions of the Macintosh computer.

Here's commentary from slashdot:

Cheesy college fun of the type appropriate for passing around your freshman year. (of high school)

I heard a raunchy Autism metaphor today.

My day is pretty much complete now.

Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince comes out July 16th, Reuters reports.

I should probably finish book 5 before then...


Milk & Honey was COLD last night. The Drinks were warm and good.

Bethany's in town. We have so far watched the extended RotK in two sittings, baked cookies gingerbread and meat (separately).

Is there such a thing as a savory liqueur? Should there be?

Are British Spellings cooler than American Spellings? Survey suggests maybe so.

My refrigerator has now had kefir introduced.

Who has the moral (ethical?) responsibility of making sure a guest is welcome, if they aren't technically your guest?

Google suggest is a beautiful piece of coding.

And, a former roommate is responsible for page 42 of the January 2005 Popular Mechanics.

Still not king...

The roommie's furniture arrives the 23rd.

mmmm. dishes, silverware, pogo stick.

On the heels of that:

Sleep with me Ernie

and,

Pictures of SANTACON!

It has come to my attention that prospective visitors to the golden apple have a number of misconceptions about our home.

I would like to take an opportunity to correct these perceptions, to make your visit more pleasant for both of us.

Scenario Unus: You bring your family, with more than four kids, and enough hair to sufficiently cover a family of twelve, onto the subway.

Stop.

The era of big hair has not returned, no matter what backwater you may be from. Take this opportunity to sashay over to one of the city's barber shops and take care of the problem. There is a barber on 32nd between 5th Ave and 6th Ave that charges a measly nine dollars per hair cut.

After all, if a passerby thinks you are capable of hiding a .38 in your hair, you may be shot.

Scenario Duo: Based upon your (outdated) information about Times Square, you go to the Toys-R-Us on 43rd St and Seventh Ave and ask for "Prostitute Barbie."

So Sorry

Scenario Tres: You are from New Jersey...

Fwd: not the first such UK anti-terror law .. Re: [IP] (UK) Judges' verdicton terror laws provoke s constitutional crisis

Response to discussion of UK verdict denouncing a purportedly
anti-terror law.

> From: "David Farber"
> Date: December 17, 2004 10:45:14 AM EST
> To: ip@v2.listbox.com
> Subject: not the first such UK anti-terror law .. Re: [IP] (UK)
> Judges' verdicton terror laws provoke s constitutional crisis
> Reply-To: dave@farber.net
>
>
>
> _______________ Forward Header _______________
> Subject: not the first such UK anti-terror law .. Re: [IP] (UK)
> Judges' verdicton terror laws provoke s constitutional crisis
> Author: Suresh Ramasubramanian
> Date: 17th December 2004 9:06:33 pm
>
> David Farber [17/12/04 05:10 -1000]:
>> _______________ Forward Header _______________
>> Author: Brian Randell
>>> As Lord Hoffman noted, the case called into
>>> question "the very existence of an ancient
>>> liberty of which this country has until now been
>>> very proud: freedom from arbitrary arrest and
>>> detention". His conclusion could not have been
>
> Not the first anti terror law though. Rather ancient history, but
> there's
> the Rowlatt Act, passed in British India in 1919 on the
> recommendations of
> a commission headed by Sir Sidney Rowlatt.
>
> The most accurate description of this act is, I guess, in this short
> Hindi
> phrase .. "Na Vakeel, Na Daleel, Na Appeal" - No Lawyer, No Trial, No
> Appeal
>
> Needless to say, it was rather unpopular back then, even more so when
> the
> arrest of two Indian politicians under this act made a whole lot of
> people
> in the city of Amritsar defy a curfew order and organize a political
> meeting in a city park to protest the arrests. A whole lot of families
> from the surrounding towns and villages, who were in the city to
> attend a
> religious festival, also happened to be in the park.
>
> The date was April 13, 1919, the park was called Jallianwala Bagh.
>
> More on that park, and its history - are rather well documented in this
> excellent website on Churchill -
> http://lachlan.bluehaze.com.au/churchill/amritsar.htm
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From Lisa Rein, a blog covering the election debacle and the resultant legal challenges.

English Degrees

So I and my colleagues in Brooklyn caught the OC last night.

Cute.

And when did the Eels start doing music on the show (it appears a while ago.)

Also check out this parody of the apple store.

Stepping in Cat Puke in the morning, a definite Ick.

The Firefox ad that many of us contributed to hit the New York Times today.

If you haven't upgraded to Firefox 1.0 yet, from Firefox1.0PR (you know who you are) or from Internet Explorer (you also know who you are) now would be a great time to make the switch.

Christmas Shopping can be explained by breaking down the words.

Christ. Mass. Hopping.

[IP] A sobering report from Moyers

_______________ Forward Header _______________
Subject: A sobering report from Moyers
Author: Dick Edmiston
Date: 13th December 2004 7:40:00 pm

For IP, if you like.

Bill Moyers will be retiring from public broadcasting on December 17,
2004. Coming at the close of a distinguished career makes his award
acceptance speech below quite sobering. It is long, but well worth
reading.

Dick Edmiston

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Battlefield Earth

By Bill Moyers, AlterNet
Posted on December 8, 2004, Printed on December 13, 2004
http://www.alternet.org/story/20666/

Recently the Center for Health and the Global Environment at Harvard
Medical School presented its fourth annual Global Environment Citizen
Award
to Bill Moyers. In presenting the award, Meryl Streep, a member of the
Center board, said, "Through resourceful, intrepid reportage and
perceptive
voices from the forward edge of the debate, Moyers has examined an
environment under siege with the aim of engaging citizens." Following is
the text of Bill Moyers' response to Ms. Streep's presentation of the
award.

I accept this award on behalf of all the people behind the camera whom
you
never see. And for all those scientists, advocates, activists, and just
plain citizens whose stories we have covered in reporting on how
environmental change affects our daily lives. We journalists are simply
beachcombers on the shores of other people's knowledge, other people's
experience, and other people's wisdom. We tell their stories.

The journalist who truly deserves this award is my friend, Bill
McKibben.
He enjoys the most conspicuous place in my own pantheon of journalistic
heroes for his pioneer work in writing about the environment. His best
seller "The End of Nature" carried on where Rachel Carson's "Silent
Spring"
left off.

Writing in Mother Jones recently, Bill described how the problems we
journalists routinely cover � conventional, manageable programs like
budget
shortfalls and pollution � may be about to convert to chaotic,
unpredictable, unmanageable situations. The most unmanageable of all, he
writes, could be the accelerating deterioration of the environment,
creating perils with huge momentum like the greenhouse effect that is
causing the melting of the Arctic to release so much freshwater into the
North Atlantic that even the Pentagon is growing alarmed that a
weakening
gulf stream could yield abrupt and overwhelming changes, the kind of
changes that could radically alter civilizations.

That's one challenge we journalists face � how to tell such a story
without
coming across as Cassandras, without turning off the people we most
want to
understand what's happening, who must act on what they read and hear.

As difficult as it is, however, for journalists to fashion a readable
narrative for complex issues without depressing our readers and viewers,
there is an even harder challenge � to pierce the ideology that governs
official policy today. One of the biggest changes in politics in my
lifetime is that the delusional is no longer marginal. It has come in
from
the fringe, to sit in the seat of power in the Oval Office and in
Congress.
For the first time in our history, ideology and theology hold a
monopoly of
power in Washington. Theology asserts propositions that cannot be proven
true; ideologues hold stoutly to a world view despite being
contradicted by
what is generally accepted as reality. When ideology and theology
couple,
their offspring are not always bad but they are always blind. And there
is
the danger: voters and politicians alike, oblivious to the facts.

Remember James Watt, President Reagan's first secretary of the
Interior? My
favorite online environmental journal, the ever-engaging Grist,
reminded us
recently of how James Watt told the U.S. Congress that protecting
natural
resources was unimportant in light of the imminent return of Jesus
Christ.
In public testimony he said, "after the last tree is felled, Christ will
come back."

Beltway elites snickered. The press corps didn't know what he was
talking
about. But James Watt was serious. So were his compatriots out across
the
country. They are the people who believe the bible is literally true �
one-third of the American electorate, if a recent Gallup poll is
accurate.
In this past election several million good and decent citizens went to
the
polls believing in the rapture index. That's right � the rapture index.
Google it and you will find that the best-selling books in America today
are the 12 volumes of the left-behind series written by the Christian
fundamentalist and religious right warrior, Timothy LaHaye. These true
believers subscribe to a fantastical theology concocted in the 19th
century
by a couple of immigrant preachers who took disparate passages from the
Bible and wove them into a narrative that has captivated the
imagination of
millions of Americans.

Its outline is rather simple, if bizarre (the British writer George
Monbiot
recently did a brilliant dissection of it and I am indebted to him for
adding to my own understanding): once Israel has occupied the rest of
its
"biblical lands," legions of the anti-Christ will attack it, triggering
a
final showdown in the valley of Armageddon. As the Jews who have not
been
converted are burned, the Messiah will return for the rapture. True
believers will be lifted out of their clothes and transported to heaven,
where, seated next to the right hand of God, they will watch their
political and religious opponents suffer plagues of boils, sores,
locusts,
and frogs during the several years of tribulation that follow.

I'm not making this up. Like Monbiot, I've read the literature. I've
reported on these people, following some of them from Texas to the West
Bank. They are sincere, serious and polite as they tell you they feel
called to help bring the rapture on as fulfillment of biblical prophecy.
That's why they have declared solidarity with Israel and the Jewish
settlements and backed up their support with money and volunteers. It's
why
the invasion of Iraq for them was a warm-up act, predicted in the Book
of
Revelations where four angels "which are bound in the great river
Euphrates
will be released to slay the third part of man." A war with Islam in the
Middle East is not something to be feared but welcomed � an essential
conflagration on the road to redemption. The last time I Googled it, the
rapture index stood at 144 � just one point below the critical threshold
when the whole thing will blow, the son of god will return, the
righteous
will enter heaven and sinners will be condemned to eternal hellfire.

So what does this mean for public policy and the environment? Go to
Grist
to read a remarkable work of reporting by the journalist, Glenn Scherer
�
"The Road to Environmental Apocalypse." Read it and you will see how
millions of Christian fundamentalists may believe that environmental
destruction is not only to be disregarded but actually welcomed � even
hastened � as a sign of the coming apocalypse.

As Grist makes clear, we're not talking about a handful of fringe
lawmakers
who hold or are beholden to these beliefs. Nearly half the U.S. Congress
before the recent election � 231 legislators in total � more since the
election � are backed by the religious right. Forty-five senators and
186
members of the 108th congress earned 80 to 100 percent approval ratings
from the three most influential Christian right advocacy groups. They
include Senate Majority Leader Bill Frist, Assistant Majority Leader
Mitch
McConnell, Conference Chair Rick Santorum of Pennsylvania, Policy Chair
Jon
Kyl of Arizona, House Speaker Dennis Hastert, and Majority Whip Roy
Blunt.
The only Democrat to score 100 percent with the Christian coalition was
Senator Zell Miller of Georgia, who recently quoted from the biblical
book
of Amos on the senate floor: "the days will come, sayeth the Lord God,
that
I will send a famine in the land." he seemed to be relishing the
thought.

And why not? There's a constituency for it. A 2002 TIME/CNN poll found
that
59 percent of Americans believe that the prophecies found in the book of
Revelations are going to come true. Nearly one-quarter think the Bible
predicted the 9/11 attacks. Drive across the country with your radio
tuned
to the more than 1,600 Christian radio stations or in the motel turn
some
of the 250 Christian TV stations and you can hear some of this end-time
gospel. And you will come to understand why people under the spell of
such
potent prophecies cannot be expected, as Grist puts it, "to worry about
the
environment. Why care about the earth when the droughts, floods, famine
and
pestilence brought by ecological collapse are signs of the apocalypse
foretold in the bible? Why care about global climate change when you and
yours will be rescued in the rapture? And why care about converting from
oil to solar when the same god who performed the miracle of the loaves
and
fishes can whip up a few billion barrels of light crude with a word?"

Because these people believe that until Christ does return, the lord
will
provide. One of their texts is a high school history book, America's
providential history. You'll find there these words: "the secular or
socialist has a limited resource mentality and views the world as a pie
...
that needs to be cut up so everyone can get a piece." However, "[t]he
Christian knows that the potential in god is unlimited and that there
is no
shortage of resources in god's earth ... while many secularists view the
world as overpopulated, Christians know that god has made the earth
sufficiently large with plenty of resources to accommodate all of the
people." No wonder Karl Rove goes around the White House whistling that
militant hymn, "Onward Christian Soldiers." He turned out millions of
the
foot soldiers on Nov. 2, including many who have made the apocalypse a
powerful driving force in modern American politics.

I can see in the look on your faces just how hard it is for the
journalist
to report a story like this with any credibility. So let me put it on a
personal level. I myself don't know how to be in this world without
expecting a confident future and getting up every morning to do what I
can
to bring it about. So I have always been an optimist. Now, however, I
think
of my friend on Wall Street whom I once asked: "What do you think of the
market?" "I'm optimistic," he answered. "Then why do you look so
worried?"
And he answered: "Because I am not sure my optimism is justified."

I'm not, either. Once upon a time I agreed with Eric Chivian and the
Center
for Health and the Global Environment that people will protect the
natural
environment when they realize its importance to their health and to the
health and lives of their children. Now I am not so sure. It's not that
I
don't want to believe that � it's just that I read the news and connect
the
dots:

I read that the administrator of the U.S. Environmental Protection
Agency
has declared the election a mandate for President Bush on the
environment.
This for an administration that wants to rewrite the Clean Air Act, the
Clean Water Act and the Endangered Species Act protecting rare plant and
animal species and their habitats, as well as the National Environmental
Policy Act that requires the government to judge beforehand if actions
might damage natural resources.

That wants to relax pollution limits for ozone; eliminate vehicle
tailpipe
inspections; and ease pollution standards for cars, sports utility
vehicles
and diesel-powered big trucks and heavy equipment.

That wants a new international audit law to allow corporations to keep
certain information about environmental problems secret from the public.

That wants to drop all its new-source review suits against polluting
coal-fired power plans and weaken consent decrees reached earlier with
coal
companies.

That wants to open the Arctic [National] Wildlife Refuge to drilling and
increase drilling in Padre Island National Seashore, the longest
stretch of
undeveloped barrier island in the world and the last great coastal wild
land in America.

I read the news just this week and learned how the Environmental
Protection
Agency had planned to spend nine million dollars � two million of it
from
the administration's friends at the American Chemistry Council � to pay
poor families to continue to use pesticides in their homes. These
pesticides have been linked to neurological damage in children, but
instead
of ordering an end to their use, the government and the industry were
going
to offer the families $970 each, as well as a camcorder and children's
clothing, to serve as guinea pigs for the study.

I read all this in the news.

I read the news just last night and learned that the administration's
friends at the international policy network, which is supported by
ExxonMobil and others of like mind, have issued a new report that
climate
change is "a myth, sea levels are not rising," [and] scientists who
believe
catastrophe is possible are "an embarrassment."

I not only read the news but the fine print of the recent appropriations
bill passed by Congress, with the obscure (and obscene) riders attached
to
it: a clause removing all endangered species protections from
pesticides;
language prohibiting judicial review for a forest in Oregon; a waiver of
environmental review for grazing permits on public lands; a rider
pressed
by developers to weaken protection for crucial habitats in California.

I read all this and look up at the pictures on my desk, next to the
computer � pictures of my grandchildren: Henry, age 12; of Thomas, age
10;
of Nancy, 7; Jassie, 3; Sara Jane, 9 months. I see the future looking
back
at me from those photographs and I say, "Father, forgive us, for we know
not what we do." And then I am stopped short by the thought: "That's not
right. We do know what we are doing. We are stealing their future.
Betraying their trust. Despoiling their world."

And I ask myself: Why? Is it because we don't care? Because we are
greedy?
Because we have lost our capacity for outrage, our ability to sustain
indignation at injustice?

What has happened to our moral imagination?

On the heath Lear asks Gloucester: "How do you see the world?" And
Gloucester, who is blind, answers: "I see it feelingly.'"

I see it feelingly.

The news is not good these days. I can tell you, though, that as a
journalist I know the news is never the end of the story. The news can
be
the truth that sets us free � not only to feel but to fight for the
future
we want. And the will to fight is the antidote to despair, the cure for
cynicism, and the answer to those faces looking back at me from those
photographs on my desk. What we need to match the science of human
health
is what the ancient Israelites called "hochma" � the science of the
heart
... the capacity to see ... to feel ... and then to act ... as if the
future depended on you.

Believe me, it does.

Bill Moyers is the host of the weekly public affairs series NOW with
Bill
Moyers, which airs Friday nights on PBS.


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Mad props to my main girl Caitlin in New Haven for putting us up (and up with) Saturday night for our brief visit to New Haven. She is living on top of a Rochdale and still wants a dog.

Gratzi.

Also last night, idle speculation on the prospects of turning Nancy Drew & the Hardy Boys into porn.

Titles offered include "The Hardy Boys and the Search for the Catholic School Girl."

Tiny Humans update #8: live capture?: "
Angus sez: Yet another development in the Flores Hobbits story. Chief Epiradus Dhoi Lewa claims to have captured one last month...

Chief Epiradus Dhoi Lewa has a strange tale to tell. Sitting in his bamboo and wooden home at the foot of an active volcano on the remote Indonesian island of Flores, he recalls how people from his village were able to capture a tiny woman with long, pendulous breasts three weeks ago. 'They said she was very little and very pretty,' he says, holding his hand at waist height. 'Some people saw her very close up.'

Link (Previous tiny humans updates here.)

- Mark Frauenfelder
"

(Via Boing Boing.)

More recent Hobbit sightings.

My previous questions stand. Would we let them vote?

MarsEdit 1.0 came out today, and aside from the lack of (promised in post 1.0) atom posting support (required for titles on blogger), it rocks.

You haven't experienced the merits of offline blogging until you've started composing an entry online on blogger or diaryland, and have something sketchy happen when you try to post on the web site, or have your browser crash, leaving you minus a post that you might have spent some quality time on (laugh now.)

Also, through a post on boinbboing I learned that Fonts in the US do not legally have any copyright protections.

Rock. Who has cool fonts for me?

Tonight jeanne yulia & i saw Oceans 12. Lotsafun. My only regret was seeing it from the fourth row on a digital screen. Digital Screens Still Suck. The one at the theatre on 34th st & 8th Ave had the horrible screen between the pixel blocks showing up, which wasn't too bad for the most of the film. The problem seems to be related to the process used to digitize the film. The movie is worked on in post production and output to film, and then redigitized so it can be shown in theatres.

Now don't shoot me if I'm not describing the process properly, as it is entirely possible that the film goes straight from post processing to the theatre and never actually goes through an intermediary film stage. The problem with converting from digital to analog and back to digital when your target output medium is effectively another computer screen is best demonstrated when you blow up a movie trailer to full screen on an LCD monitor. The monitor doesn't exactly display the resolution of the movie trailer, so it has to interpolate the resolution of the movie to the resolution of the screen. So the trailer looks perfect when viewed in a window on your screen, but choppy when viewed full screen. The same problem seemed to occur for the film in the theatre tonight. Most of the movie looked good, especially since the natural grain of the film tended to smooth out over the grid of the projector. However, in cases where there was text that had been added in post production, (many many instances), the text looks choppy, as if you were looking at a closeup of a computer screen. The answer is pretty simple.

Render in post-production to the resolution of the projector in the theatre, and anti-alias text.

This shouldn't be too hard. Come on now, we've all used AVIDs.

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Tomorrow, (err later today) - New Haven for the first time in a decade and a half.

Carnito's Way

The long awaited December trip to Peter Lugers is coming up next week.

And just a year ago I was a lad in the woods of epicuridom unaccustomed to the treasures of the kingdom.

Also, Yo La Tengo is playing 8 Hanukkah shows in Hoboken. I might try to make their show on Monday night.

Here's a bit of fairly interesting fun. Google for "african slaves" - and then note the sponsored advertisement on top. Vowe has a bit of explanation.

I just ordered software from the Ukraine.

Ain't globalization grand?

By the way, anybody up for a campaign to bring back ain't into general usage?

IT: PA Sues Online 'University' For Spamming
Spam
Posted by timothy on Wednesday December 08, @07:57AM
from the can-they-get-to-university-of-phoenix-soon? dept.
CousinLarry writes "Online 'university' Trinity Southern University (Google cache of disabled site homepage) has been sued by the state of Pennsylvania." Besides spamming, this self-described school has, as another reader points out, "awarded an MBA to a cat owned by an undercover Pennsylvania deputy attorney general." I bet my cat could get a PhD.

A mouth watering review of what I'm calling Blade 3.

Who wants to go with me?

Eliot Spitzer is running for Governor of New York State in 2006.

www.spitzer2006.com

Rock.

His motto: "I want to fix what's broken. It's what I do best"

HTML for ♥ is

& # 9 8 2 9

An islander visits the center right, by which it is to be assumed that he leaves the island and travels far far away.

I have a headache and I am restless.

Money, christmas, new years, school, work, taxation, man's role in changing the face of the earth, and some deep primal desire to go on road trips haunt me.

Thanksgiving, instead of slaking my wanderlust, only made me realize how parched for travel I am. I don't want to get there, just enjoy the ride.

Northeast of Poughkeepsie, a small grocery store, with a minivan in the parking lot full of stuffed animals, had a woman in the checkout in front of me who spent thirty dollars, of which fourteen was spent on rub off a sordid assortment of instant win rub-off lottery tickets, the process of choosing which was, interestingly enough, mind you, a collaborative process between seller and sellee. "Why don't you get this one too?" went the conversation.

The subway stop smelled like olding clam chowder on Thursday. Now imagine the internalized requisite "smile & nod".

The station this evening had an a capella gospel group singing. Less Xmas schlocky, more Hallelujahish.

The trip up north was nice. A cabin in the catskills. Good food. Good wine. Satellite Television with the same collection of shitty channels everywhere else. A record player and tons of LPs to go through. The record player was a delight to play with. Antonia & I were in early twenties indie rocker bliss in finding icelandic disco/late seventies rock. And an excellent selection of country albums, including a collaborative effort with Kris Kristoferson and Kenny Rogers. Oh to have had the cables to record it onto a computer.

The only use of a computer the entire weekend was to search out a Hardees location in order to find the elusive 1400 calorie burger, yes, a passing fancy of mine. The closest Hardees, alas, turned out to be in either DC or western Pennsylvania. No deathburger for me today.

Sunday Dinner is at Jeanne's today. Cornish Hens cooked wrapped in bacon. No Meatards here.

mmm.

AND, Avigail's copious spice rack, an early purchase for our place, is getting much love.

Or is it the other way around?

"Over"

There was a /. article on the Canadian iTunes store this morning, where songs go for 99 cents Canadian, which, is umm, cheaper than the 99 cents US here in the states, assuming, umm, that you actually buy the stuff.

There's a hilarious discussion thread there I took a screen shot of.

I'm sorry I haven't updated more. Lots of stuff from Thanksgiving still have to go up.

And Jeanne's response to "you never call" last night, "We're in New York."

Yeah we're bastards.

I can't remember the last movie I saw in the theatres. I'm thinking of {Sideways,Closer,The Incredibles,The Video with Yo Mama from Last Night}.

Ahh the warm memories of Paul Mel_ passing me a copy of Phrack back in Olsta_'s physics class back in high school.

This is where I learned about smtp.

And now, I find a well (not better) documented version on Microsoft's site while researching "How to fix a stupid exchange server."


funny

Foxtrot today has the dorkiest comic ever..

Every now and then I rediscover Diesel Sweeties, and it is love all over again.

Every now and then I rediscover Diesel Sweeties, and it is love all over again.

Every now and then I rediscover Diesel Sweeties, and it is love all over again.

Fafblog brings up an important point:

Sales of violent video games have lead to increased violence in our culture, but sales of Dead or Alive: Xtreme Beach Volleyball have not lead to increased playing of xtreme beach volleyball. Why is this?

Resetting the alarm when half asleep, and blindly, is never a good idea.

The clock now proudly sits 1.5 hours ahead.

argh.

Cheer up bluestaters:

Clinton for Secretary General.

ponder.

Also gained this weekend, new dead baby joke and things that are done but shouldn't be at bachelor parties involving Jaeger.

Seth's father's legendary Mashed Potato recipe:

5lbs potato

8 sour cream

8oz cream cheese

a stick of butta

sprinkle bread crumbs

stick it in the oven at 250F till barely golden

I will modify it to add copious quantities of garlic and perhaps some cheddar for the meal tonight.

Cookingforengineers has nothing to add, so perhaps I'm good for now.



[Update: 12:08am]

The potatoes were a smashing success!

My final modifications were to add to the above:

+1.5 sticks of butta

4 garlic cloves

fresh ground garlic

.5 cups heavy cream (scalded)

.5 lbs Sharp Cheddar

stuck in the oven at 350 for ten minutes

And now I must go help clean up.

The best University of Michigan commercial ever just played during the halftime of the Michigan/Ohio State game.

It just says "Apollo 15, an all U of M crew."

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Integer nec elit. Ut adipiscing. Vivamus vitae massa tincidunt nunc volutpat molestie. Phasellus urna massa, vestibulum semper, faucibus ac, aliquam sed, sapien. Fusce facilisis mi eget nibh. Fusce at dui. Vivamus dolor. Integer nulla magna, faucibus sit amet, fringilla in, pellentesque ut, mauris. Cras eget dolor. Morbi ultrices, risus placerat ornare egestas, risus lorem tempor est, eget volutpat erat ipsum ornare nulla. Morbi nec velit eget ligula sollicitudin varius. Vivamus vitae mi.


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Etiam cursus. Sed rutrum ante vitae sem. Vestibulum accumsan magna ut justo. Vivamus venenatis. Maecenas vehicula, wisi quis dictum laoreet, enim augue vestibulum tellus, at auctor metus quam vel ipsum. Cras non turpis. Integer tellus dolor, fermentum at, iaculis eget, dignissim quis, ante. Pellentesque habitant morbi tristique senectus et netus et malesuada fames ac turpis egestas. In arcu velit, tristique aliquet, varius sed, eleifend nec, augue. Vestibulum neque justo, sodales nec, mollis et, adipiscing ut, arcu.


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I'm only getting a spelling error on the first word.

Hmmm.

jeanne's cat snores and sounds like an owl

Google just announced scholar.google.com.

This would have been ridiculously useful back in UROP. Scirus and the other science search engines are pretty lacking.

Sigh. The results from this query now make me want to cry. There's so much more in 2004 than in 1998.

Damn you gratuitously plastic dinoflagellates! Damn your twenty four morphologies.

The bodega across the street has something like forty boxes of cereal.

We looked at five to ten this evening, and all were expired.

yowza

Gmail finally gave me pop access today.

It isn't IMAP, but I can at least go back to using Apple Mail now.

Gali points out:

as discussed:

Main Entry: asa·fet·i·da
Variant(s): or asa·foe·ti·da /"a-s&-'fe-t&-d&, -'fE-; Southern also
-'fi-t&-dE/
Function: noun
Etymology: Middle English asafetida, from Medieval Latin asafoetida,
from Persian azA mastic + Latin foetida, feminine of foetidus fetid
: the dried fetid gum resin of the root of several west Asian plants
(genus Ferula) of the carrot family used as a flavoring especially in
Indian cooking and formerly used in medicine especially as an
antispasmodic and in folk medicine as a general prophylactic against
disease.



Also, I was given a Burger King Crown at a client's office today.

Badly paraphrasing a french king: The kingdom is worth the paper crown.

Gmail finally gave me pop access today.

It isn't IMAP, but I can at least go back to using Apple Mail now.

The funniest thing I've seen all week.

And, new years plans anybody? How about New York this time? I've got a place in harlem for people to crash...