‘As a result of several short conversations with him, officers believe he may not be from Utah’
With a little editing, this could be worked into something:
“This is really a strange case,” said Lt. Dennis Harris with the Utah County Sheriff’s Office. “He just doesn’t want to be found.”
I’d be more curious about the photo in context.
neuroscientist David Eagleman on the competing nature of self
From an interview with neuroscientist David Eagleman on his new book Incognito: The Secret Lives of the Brain.
Wired.com: So if we’re not consciously directing our own decision-making, how do our brains handle the process?
Eagleman: I make this argument about the brain being like a team of rivals. I synthesize a lot of data to show that you are not one thing, but instead your brain is made up of these competing networks that are all battling it out to control this single output channel of your behavior. And so your brain’s like a neural parliament, and you’ve got these different parties in there like the Democrats and Republicans and Libertarians, all of whom love their country and feel that they know the best way to steer the ship of state. But they have differing opinions on how to do it, and they have to fight it out.
This is why we can cuss at ourselves and cajole ourselves and get angry at ourselves, and this is why you can do behavior and look back and think, “Wow, how did I do that?” It’s because you are not one person, you are not one thing. As Walt Whitman said, “I am large, I contain multitudes.”
I think Incognito is next on my list after The Information.
anybody know what this little feller is?
Update:
It’s a mantisfly, family Mantispidae. It’s a member of the order Neuroptera . . . and not a praying mantis.
this picture of Faulkner always cracks me up
He said, Phoenix
Helvetica Standard
The level of confusion will match the level of delight.
The Red Button
puck defies the laws of physics, or something
Maybe it comes off the stick at the end?
coming out of sleep
See Anemone.
girls making gun sounds
There are a ton more, but the intro/outro to the videos definitely gets quickly tiresome. (via)
kottke turns thirteen
Jason’s been posting at kottke.org thirteen years today. I remember friends using his silkscreen font when I was developing sites for the Dallas Cowboys and Indy Racing League. The internet felt like a cozy place back then.
British humour at its strangest
Let’s get cool in the pool
At the Museum of Contemporary Art in Los Angeles, museum goers can dive into the art — literally. They can actually swim in it. The pool is tucked into a dark, back corner of the museum. It’s 3 feet deep, the size of a mini-lap pool, and it’s ringed with small blue lights. An eerie soundtrack plays as large images — featuring lines of cocaine — are projected on either side of the pool.
I spent two hours in this pool today. It’s an interesting experience. After about an hour of being by myself as people milled around, a large group of young children got into the pool and screamed and splashed. I couldn’t decide whether I was angry because my experience was being shaped by circumstances beyond my control or whether it was nice that a bunch of kids were at a museum swimming in a pool as images of cocaine danced on the walls nearby. One girl kept saying “Mommy, what is that?” and this question was met with silence.
first time I’ve seen awhile used ‘officially’
bird fooking
headline of the day
Are the New Jersey Nets becoming the ‘Brooklyn New Yorkers?’
This sort of thing happens all the time around here.
Google maps image of a plane over Hyde Park, Chicago
See the original on Google Maps.
quote out of context
The lesson: As your weirdness increases, so does your incentive to have kids. If you like football and American Idol, you’re never really alone. You don’t need to build a Xanadu for yourself. But if you’re a lonely misfit, oddball, freak, or weirdo, then find a like-minded spouse and make new life together.
This Is Where the Road Took Us
Carretera Federal 186. Escárcega, Campeche. Mexico.
MapCrunch mesmerizes me at times, but I’ve learned that if I spend too much time idly gaping at its random displays of Google StreetView images, I can get to feeling queasy. So today I told myself, “Okay, as soon as you arrive at a place you’ve been even near, that will be the signal to stop.” I was thinking along the lines of a location anywhere within the state of Texas, say. Or the Greek mainland.
It was kind of strange that the fourth image displayed was of a stretch of road I have actually driven from the Mexican town of Chetumal to that of Escárcega.
the future called, guess what it wanted back
(via kottke, via marginal revolution)
quote out of context
Nothing like an unexplained missile launch to ruin a perfectly good coastal sunset.
Jane Austen’s Fight Club
Oh, yes.
I don’t know what happened
