Live – I Alone
You’ve never seen the music video? Well, there is a reason.
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Hog Eyes
It’s that time of year again, when I can scarcely drive a mile and a half without a deer bounding across the road, so I couldn’t help noticing a short NYT article about auto-deer collisions.
Towards the end of the article, the writer brings up the increasing risk (in Texas, Florida, and California) of collisions with feral hogs and contrasts deer (and their reflective eyes) with the hogs:
Hog eyes do not reflect light that way, and the animals, low-slung and dark-hued, can be hard to spot on a cloudy night.
headline of the day, II
Dallas pet certified by Guinness World Records as oldest pig passes away at 21
from the comments
Also — I knew a kid when I was in my early teens (Bob Good, I shit you not) who once had an escaped Chimpanzee break into his house, beat the crap out of him, drink a bottle of Mr. Clean, and eat a bag of potatoes before the police got him. That boy was not right after that, and the story dogged him his whole life.
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Once upon a time there was a cafe on Halsted Street in Chicago, where since the 1970s at least the proprietor, who himelf shunned meat, served espresso and pastries and maybe light vegetarian nibbles.
And one day a friend, who was known for blurting out peculiar observations, mused aloud to me and Jon on the oddity of being a vegetarian only to have your son killed and eaten.
The class I’d like to teach
Jason Fried, from 37signals, on the class he’d like to teach:
It would be a writing course. Every assignment would be delivered in five versions: A three page version, a one page version, a three paragraph version, a one paragraph version, and a one sentence version.
I don’t care about the topic. I care about the editing. I care about the constant refinement and compression. I care about taking three pages and turning it one page. Then from one page into three paragraphs. Then from three paragraphs into one paragraph. And finally, from one paragraph into one perfectly distilled sentence.
Along the way you’d trade detail for brevity. Hopefully adding clarity at each point. This is important because I believe editing is an essential skill that is often overlooked and under appreciated. The future belongs to the best editors.
from the comments
I knew a guy named Dan back when, from Roanoke. He entered the University of Virginia before women were accepted there, in the days when men attended class in blue blazers and ties. When I met him he had a cigarette in one hand, a whiskey in the other and was partying down. With a big smile, he announced, “I am a buddhist.”
headline of the day
Bear Attacks Are “A Sign That The Land is Under a Curse”
Update: Same dude:
Donkeys, for Deron
Was mining some data from a trip to the Arctic in 96 and came across these fuzzy ones, (in regards to killer goats) the wild types found roaming near Red Rocks, Nevada:
Mary
Looking through the pictures from my recent travels has made me miss everyone I visited as well as feel immensely grateful towards Kelsey for so sweetly gifting me her Lumix camera. It’s odd how little things like this facilitate such great happiness.
Marcel Broodthaers: Interview with a Cat (1970)
headline of the day, II
AZ Town’s New Trash Plan Reeks Of Socialism
how to get out of jury duty
When asked by the judge in a Cleveland, Ohio, courtroom if any of the prospective jurors knew anyone who committed any crimes, Backderf raised his hand and said, “I had a close friend in high school who killed 17 people.” Backderf was friends with serial killer Jeffrey Dahmer in high school.
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Nothing like an unexplained missile launch to ruin a perfectly good coastal sunset.
The Marina At Night. Aghios Nikolaos (‘Αγιος Νικόλαος, Κρήτη) Crete.
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wow
Just go read this post and watch the video.
“The Holidays”
I have a tough time of Christmas. For the last couple of years I’ve worked Christmas Eve and Christmas Day. Part of it is the gifts. While I enjoy receiving them, I don’t like being given gifts. Similarly, while I enjoy giving them, I can ill afford to pay for gifts for others. The other part, I think, is the hype. The constant bombardment of warnings and reminders to be prepared and to get ready sets such ridiculous expectations that I don’t want to be around it. I can’t get into “the spirit,” whatever that is. However, I acknowledge that others do not share in my particular psychosis and propose the following compromises to preserve our collective sanity:
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Companies will pay thousands of dollars for a single foreskin.
homelessness and technology
Being without a home is not that big a deal in today’s world, but having connections to the rest of the world is pretty important.
I’m imagining On the Road with WiFi.
headline of the day
Jeff Koons wants to improve your skin tone, again
the latest on the cloak of invisibility
Not only did Andrea Di Falco and his research partners put together a metamaterial that could bend visible light. They built it in a way that could lead to larger-scale manufacturing — and real-world applications. Not just cloaks, but lenses made out of metamaterials that can zoom to the micron level, making it possible to spot germs, chemical agents and even DNA, using basically a pair of binoculars.
“It clearly isn’t an invisibility cloak yet — but it’s the right step toward that,” Ortwin Hess, a physicist at Imperial College London, tells the BBC. “A huge step forward in very many ways.”
from the comments
It would be cool if we Americans could cross the Atlantic on a causeway, park our cars at Bristol Airport, and watch both planes and starlings take off and land.
I had a dream. I was standing on the tarmac of an airport, outside of the terminal, watching numerous tornadoes form in the distant sky and come toward me then swerve to the left or the right as they came close. I was in no danger. (Near as I could tell from my sleepy vantage. At least I did not fear for myself.) I have, in my bag of bones, the trope of tornadoes. Don’t know why, but I dream of tornadoes. Not all the time, but enough to ring.
I’m still not sure what the patterns mean, and I’m not sure I want to. People speculate on why the starlings murmurate in such a fashion, to keep warm, to keep safe (like sardines in a bait ball), to establish hierarchy before they settle into trees for the night (dominant males getting the best spot), etc… but I like to think they do it just because they can, and they like doing it. Perhaps it is the same force that glues clusterflock together.
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