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Northwest Airlines Wants Eye-Scan Check-in
Headius writes: "According to the Associated Press, Northwest Airlines is testing out a check-in system that uses eye scans to identify customers, and provide a faster way to check in. The article is here locally, and probably making its way to other news sites as well." Bruce Schneier posted a while ago this neat summary of some of the limitations of biometrics, worth re-reading. One question I have, how long will you eyes stay on record?
You're right matey. Right an article for EFF now that you realised the truth. Lame ass /.ters
I seriously doubt that a person without one good eye would be much of a threat.
Well, there's a dumb statement... The leader of the Taliban has only one eye. I think he'd be considered a threat.
That would depend on the penis scanners, of course.
I just heard some sad news on talk radio - Horror/Sci Fi writer Stephen King was found dead in his Maine home this morning. There weren't any more details. I'm sure everyone in the Slashdot community will miss him - even if you didn't enjoy his work, there's no denying his contributions to popular culture. Truly an American icon.
Avalanche Now it's cold and the thermometer Does very little good for those who've started their own fire They keep warm; they've got metabolism They stick together 'cause they're bastions of tribalism The wind blows faster and lower The fire's put out and the room is getting colder Some discontent is growing frantic But the snow keeps it's cool, it's got no need to panic! It's coming It's here Keep running Or you will become a victim of the avalanche They crawl on out of their log cabin They find no oxygen because the air is very thin That is the avalanche; it takes away all life They never see the beauty, they only see the strife It's quite absurd, all the inhabitants Have never seen the world they've only seen what's in their tents It's unserene, and quite unsettling, To face the uselessness that comes from years of meddling It's just snow, it's only temporary But they all think it's here to stay their attitude is scary It's just fate, it's not predetermined They're fighting off each other to make sure they get to heaven They hate hell, fire and brimstone, They burrow in the snow, it's fear of the unknown They think they're OK, but what they don't know Everybody in the world is equal before the snow ANGST Lately I've been drinking quite a bit of coffee, tea, jolt and lot of drink with caffeine I've been trying to get away from the ever-present omnipotent fiend (of angst) I stay home and take spas and masturbate but I can't escape from fate and I know mine Is countless agendas of my own device and others and with agendas like these, who needs cyanide. I love when the angst pushes me around My head is killing me and my feet are on the ground I feel executive I'm in control Nobody pushes me around anymore I push myself around till I've got hunger pangs I love my strategy I love my angst Let's talk about the issues for argument is always backed by sympathy and trust This is the special way in which we take an issue stamp it out on the ground and pound it into dust Intellectual debate is quite enriching so why do I feel so mechanical Please do not touch me I'm hypersensitive and I think I have some business and I have somewhere to go I'm not artistic I have no time for leisure Do you really think I'm doing all of this for my pleasure? Give me relationships or something else I can measure Forget philosophy give me some strong black coffee that's something I can really treasure ASCEND I'm a bad mama jama / I'm a funky funky diva I'm can marry Cleopatra / I can date the Queen of Sheba I am like the President / I have got an Oval Office I've got many principles / I'm a starving starving artist Please do not mock me / I will ascend I am not nervous / I shall not bend I'm zooming zooming zooming with determination The only question is - what's my destination? I'm an powerful orator / I've got verbal assault I'm the psychoanalator / All my methods are gestalt If you need someone to cry on / Don't you know that I'll be there I'm a high-ranking attorney / I've got flowers in my hair If you think that I'm a phony / Then you are a hypocrite I am not a once-trick pony / And my flow is always tight I'm a leader, I'm a crony / I love both the day and night Won't you please leave me alone-y / `Cause I'd hate if you were right. HELP ME UP Help me Somebody help me up Help me Why won't somebody help me up? I smell the smell of someone's well pool of hair gel Ring the doorbell go show and tell welcome to hell We fumble in and we begin to freeze in sin The light is dim the fog is thin we have no chins They sell us shoes we act like fools no way to lose We miss our cues we flooze and smooze who's got the booze? Those ad execs those graveyard specs those derelicts They've made their pacts they've had their sex and none suspect The imagery the walking bees men on their knees Always say please just pay your fees sit down with ease We disco dance we strut and prance in Paris, France And at first glance glue of romance keep on your pants Hey-Hey! Hey-Hey Here we go again I had big dreams to become a big man I was gonna be a millionaire People would fall to their feet at a glance Because of the big reputation I had But I wondered how I could do it Without any trouble, without any movement I sat around `til my feet were dead And now I'm stuck around here sittin' in my head I let off steam `cause I'm not a big man Every dog gets a minute, they say Unless of course, you're the man Then they give you a couple of days I don't complain much about the world I don't care much if I'm heard I guess I just want the word Or a lot of money, that would do I think the french have a saying for this I need a proverb of my own I think ignorance is bliss That's why I've made ignorance my home I can't quote anybody on love Or hate or greed, or any old thing I just wanna hear the microwave ding Stick my hand in, sans glove... let's go My friends adore me and I adore them back It's not easy being loved sometimes A little loving is enough ot make you crack Enough rythym to make you forget your rhymes I want to play near the coast some day And get picked up by the marines Ok, so I'm no Tolstoy I'm forgetting my dreams... let's go ICON My friends all told me one day I should join the circus Consort with twelve foot men and the bearded lady Now that's the kind of thing you see on the TV And strangely that sort of thing appeals to me And strangely that sort of thing appeals to me And I'm emotionally needy I just want everyone to see me I am your premier primadonna I want to be well known I want to be an icon I did my hair real nice and went into the store I asked for money back and got something much more My bubble reputation's all that counts to me I ain't no son of a preacher man I am the preacher please shake my hand And now I can't ask for much more I heard the sound of my own voice on phone I like the way it resonates inside my head I love the sound of my own voice I would be me if I had the choice You'll understand me if I don't get no attention I don't get no respect says Rodney Dangerfield Now all I ask for is a little reputation I wonder who else is golfing? I wonder who else is golfing? Flick on the T.V and you'll see a news broadcaster They've got nice makeup and they bring you all the news I'm walking through the limelight in my new shoes I am emotionally needy Could that be Georgio Armani? Plots have I laid to get my way ahead No holding me back `cause I'm on the fast track I am a Christian; No I am a crossdresser Everyone pay me attention Everyone pay me attention Information When I wake up in the morning And I see my slippers right in front of me And I slip on them on my feet and I go out to my front lawn And I see somebody waiting there for me And he says look up at the sky at the shining sun and butterflies And other things to make me feel happy There's a lot of spectacles to be in tune to But none of these things really do impress me I want something in print I want something in ink I want material not spectacle I don't need no spectacles Keep my eyes glued to the ground Pick up my examiner Run back inside the house I read the newspaper! I listen to the radio! I watch the television! I see it come and go! And I just keep runnin' on and people are comin' on I want my information now Too late for that it's already evening and they're coming with their blitzkreiging army I'm gonna be shipped off and I know it's unfortunate For others it is merely entertaining Sitting in the barracks with existential teachers While the memory of life I'm still retaining With no deployment soon there's gonna be a skirmish For cable we're considering retraining But I still want something to see Something to tell me how to be It wouldn't do to have me run me would it maybe No time for puzzling me I don't appreciate that I run to the time of day I run to my personal idols The Dow is up 44.7 and the economy is doing fine again they say If you've invested stocks in the plastic implant market now's the time to speculate they say They keep on comin' out with a new analysis And a new model of Chevrolet I'm reading `bout a priest who sleeps with younger boys and I am still preparing to pray I thought I had a mind once too But it's all turned to glue And I wonder what a man like me is to do I broke the knob today I need some crazy glue I'm already losing it Who knows just what I'll do I LOVE THE NORTHWEST Log Cabins, Small Restaurants, Humans we, Don't see a lot Lumberjacks, Old and mature, Cut down trees, Love nature Supermarkets, Casinos, Every weekend, Into town we go I'm Republican, And Christian, Play Bingo, Go fishing Alaska, Wyoming, Montana, It's snowing No radio, No TV, No Internet, No Movies I...I love the Northwest I...I love Old-time Religion I...I have 3 surviving children I love priests and cows and mom and pop stores Subsidies, For lumber, Ameri, -can culture Local news, Local events, Some dog shows, Some flat beds The Highways, Bring rations, To British, Petroleums The Forests', On fire, Carpenters, For hire Washington, Colorado, Oregon, 60 below No radio, No TV, No Internet, No Movies I...I love the Northwest I...I love country music I...I'm individualistic I love squirrels and trees and gambling on Sundays You yuppie, Easterner, We don't take, Kindly to ya. Californians, We love `em, They bring in, Tourism Populism, Democracy, Get rid of, Bureaucracy Some pancakes, Shiny Rifles, Gone Hunting, See ya in a while Idaho, North Dakota, South Dakota, No quota No radio, No TV, No Internet, No Movies I...I love the Northwest I...I'm in touch with nature I...I respect men of stature I love woolen caps and skinning snakes and America I...I love the Northwest Drive your car, drive your car and park it Park your car outside the supermarket The past is gone, but don't feel like a loser Cause the past is a lot like the future On and On There's no time for the past or the present On and On Onwards to the future Here comes the posse, they're walking eight by four They'll walk right in and pound upon your door Don't try to hide underneath the floor Your human rights won't help you anymore The light turns green, you go cause it's a reflex Your windows sheen, you keep them clean with windex This is the movement that we must rehearse One step forward, ten steps in reverse PAINTING Before I lay me down to sleep, I ask why all the Christians weep? I ask what all the Muslims do? I ask them where we're going to? I ask the Persians with their funny hats, I ask the painters this or that. I ask Americans with their hamburgers I ask the corporations and their corporate mergers Why is the world we live in so round? With all these things springing out of the ground - Every single angle is juxtaposing - Everything is random and not half worth knowing. So admidst all the bustle and admidst all the bungle, I pick up the paints and step into the jungle! I like to live in all the canvases. Painting... painting... Be quiet I'm Painting I'm painting the walls in my room Colors Colors go up and down my room Insane And yet making sense in a strange way Painting It's like a new work every day. Before I wake up in the morn, There's 90.7 children born! The GNP is up 2 percent, and somewhere somebody is celebrating Lent. Germans doing business in Tokyo, Disney marketing Pinnochio, America is seized with condomania, and fascists taking power in Italia! I look up at my house, it's very bright I look out at the world, and I know it's right Everything that was done and said Just put these ideas in my head. And just try to write it down. It's over your head, can't think of a noun. No I prefer to use my vivid colors for painting... painting... move over I'm Before I complete my business, I check the world's agenda to see what I've missed. I look at all the people who've been blessed, and a new shampoo they call Caress. I finish up the details on my work, with accuracy never seen in a book. And nobody will ever really get it, It's my work of art, and so I'll let it stay in my room with all the other ones Bright bold colors brighter than the sun. Way brighter than anyone's hats And less popular than the musical Cats. And people may call me insane, and keep me up here to reduce the pain But I will never go inane for I'm painting... painting... Yes I am Paranoia Look everyone's around here and/I'm walking up I'm talking up Quit joking/Stop looking up quit your corrupt New actions/They stop me up they punch me up I'm looking/I'm Checking up I'm checking up And everyone here/considers consequences While I'm looking them over/I bet they are all out for me And everyone is out for me if I turn my back they'll get me/They'll look and take what I don't see if careful I'm not meant to be Keep thinking...Keep thinking in line...Yes I'll Keep thinking...Keep thinking in line...Yes I Wearing bright new colors/That I don't have, what I can't have They're thinking/They're thinking this, they're thinking that I'm swearing/that I just can't do what I can For looking/Say what's their plan? What's their plan? And nobody around/feeling pretentious Sitting on the ground/With their apprehensions Perhaps it just depends on me if I am paranoid you see/It comes right from my history of looking just at what I be Reaching for the heavens/That don't exist, that don't exist Looking through a window/Covered in mist, covered in mist Checking their agenda/I see their list, I see their list I could've been on there/But them I missed; They can't be missed. My shoulders/I'm looking over them I can't see/But it all looks grim And now everyone is talking in a language I don't understand/I thought I had a code once too but I seem to have lost my hands Stealing some possessions/That I've always felt I should have You think it's robbery/And that's my plan, that's my plan I'm not a car thief/The men do not call me a man Look out behind me/They're on my tail, on my tail Feel the paranoia/It's starting to grow Something here/I'm starting to glow I've always felt I can't I be rushed and somehow cut around the bush/But now I'm here and it's a mush of language that was rarely flushed Lying down for a nights sleep/that I won't get, that I won't get I will never make a peep/That you can bet, that you can bet This may sound corny/It gets worse yet, it gets worse yet Of sleep I cannot get a wink/Because of something I heard said Something behind me/I'm sure that's it is I can't see/But I'm sure it's grim I'm leaving all the lights on `till my memory is not so ill/I could've solved it with a pill but I seem to have lost the will PICTURES OF PEOPLE I wrote this song about a 16-year old girl who was far too young for me. When this song was first produced, the atmosphere was very tense and Ryan Beebe, the producer, threw a cup at my cousin's head. Strangely, this event added somewhat to the cutting-edge production now captured here on CD. Steamroller Destruction and obliteration I'd like to lend you a hand We sanctioned you to knock down Main Street Steamroller, you knocked us all off our feet You knocked down everything that we once found neat Now we don't care if our lives are incomplete We set up cafes and kiosks, we're selling Steamroller T-Shirts And popcorn on the sidewalk... we've got front row seats. Steamroller I love you You're live in color better than TV You can flatten my friends and my whole family Steamroller I love you Main Street lies in rubble Steamroller, don't give us trouble We don't deserve it 'cause we think that you're the swellest Please don't flatten us, do it to someone else Some activists from out of town Say we should tear the steamroller down We'll get 'em with our lawyers, the litigation's pending Why bother ever thinking? This fun is never ending. And now the steamroller's gone The town holds a telethon To raise some money to get the steamroller back Buildings are dust and streets are all cracked Thousands are homeless and the TV is gone And those lousy activists advocate restraint But we must have back steamroller, there's a principle involved And that principle is, WE MUST BE ENTERTAINED! TICK I'm sick of life when I can't really describe the vocabulary I grew up with half the time If it was all verbs then I'd use all actions, but there's a better way to control the factions Its like there's no verbs left anymore, so pile on the nouns and bring a couple more I hear sounds that sound American but I feel they're so thin that I know they're foreign ...and lingering over one subject while you're still getting sleepy can cost you your lifeline. ...and violent dreams can pull down a man and make him say things he wouldn't even think of. ...and there's a stream where all the little fishes jump and tell hyperactive stories ...it don't make much sense when all the bakers form militias to bring about fairer dairy taxes.
I'm sick of life here in Tel Aviv
And I'm gonna move down to the Gaza strip
I'm gonna get to meet all the Palestinians
And learn what makes `em tick what makes `em tick what makes `em
TICK TICK
I feel weird in the stomach when I think of all the nasty I've ever done to me
And the pretty girl, she's got the pretty curls, she does her whirls and then she conquers the world
If ignorance is bliss I'm blessed although following the logic I get rather depressed
I feel there's nothing left to be stressed and I feel quite strangely overdressed ...and there's a cranefly who flies around me and I question him though he don't know much about it. ...and there's a taboo even though those who perpetrate the taboo know all about it. ...and there's a young man who thinks of Metternich and gets away with it and we don't know much about him. ...and there's a window where the elephants are having a parade while we've forgotten about them.
It's not a problem that everyone's the same it's only a problem that everyone's so lame
Rodney King knows why we can't all get along he found it out being clubbed to the ground
But then again, to be fair, we've reached the height of development in our styles of hair
I wish this wasn't the way things were but it is so I'm gonna get out of here ...The revolution turned around on us `till all that was left was a flag-burning amendment ...A devolution is what I say while the poets cry and the poetry has ended ...Then I say OK if this is how it was supposed to be then I'll go along with it ...it's just I can't help it that I somehow get this steady sinking feeling
VACUUM
I read a classic book
They say its worth a look
I sing a pretty song
I sing it all life long
You think its vacuous
It cleans up the mess
I hear the TVs on
I've got my clothing on
V - A - C - U - U - M
I'm in a vacuum
You know you suck me up
V - A - C - U - U - M
Another party's here
Somebody bought some beer
Went into a career
God bless the vacuum
Some more philosophy
I'll have some more please
They're praying on their knees
God save the vacuum
The vacuum is at school
It is the golden rule
The Great man.
Whether you are a fool
Or people think you're cool
Or intellectual
Or you play basketball
Or now that you're a slob
Or have a high-ranking job
MICROSCOPE HEAD
I am nothing to you
But you're nothing to me or to anyone else too
Please don't laugh at me
You are killing me softly with sincerity
If I take one shot it
I'm just trying to prove that you are my equal
You don't like me a lot
But if you hate the original you'll sure hate the sequel
Microscope Head
Take a look at your own head not somebody else's
Microscope Head
Take a sweet sour look at your sickly pretenses
You don't impress me
Pumping all of the water out of the sea
While I sit in a sea of dead bees
Typing brainlessly for an evil committee
Hand in hand with super glue
You'll never leave me and I'll never leave you
But you'll bash my face in
And I'll spit on you and forbid any grinning
Microscope Head
Take a look at your own head not somebody else's
Microscope Head
Take a look at your books and your pointless defenses
What a poor little thing
Trying so hard to part all the water
All alone in the ring
With your hand-me-style and prescription for slaughter
But you too, you're no good
Paying hundreds of dollars for heart-attack food
And not all the women in the world
Can straighten your back or punch holes in your mood
Microscope Head
Take a look at your own head not somebody else's
Microscope Head
You get one caress and one final confession
And you'll never relax 'til the sun made of wax
And the general crushes you both
And a new peace treaty is signed to broken
Microscope Head
THE DANCE OF THE SKELETONS
This is the dance of the skeletons
They bring out the best in him
It's a shame, he's gone insance
Waiting for the rest of the them
They come in packs with Bermuda shorts
Bringing pot luck, playing their sports
It's a waste land of no taste
Entertaining all of them
I worry that you've lost the sparkle in your eye
And it's gone just like one in a million
I said no two snowflakes are ever alike
But you're proving me wrong altogether again
No sound from the shores of
The late night news where the
Children are gathered
To watch the confusion
A pretty young lady promised word
But her warning went quite unheard
It's serene, what a scene
Ending like the Dodo bird
I have told you timely and timely again
That you're one in a million like everyone
And the risk of exposure is too great for you
And you're proving me wrong all over again
I have the heard the dance of the
Skeletons below
I admit, I should quit
Trying to make them go
They are settled in the little town
Making coffee, grinding us down
They're astute, it's acute
Please give me the run-around
In every small town get a big dressing down
That tells you you're one in a million
But a skeleton knows you're as plain as the wood
That makes your small town's Shoe Pavilion
TAG ALONG
Hey, keep your opinions to yourself
Your jeans are the color of your eyes, your eyes are the color of the sky
But the sky is the color of the billboard flashing on and off telling me capri will be half off
Cause it's ladies night
And the feeling's wrong
Why can't I just tag along?
Each time you smile I see demons in your teeth and the demons smile right back at me
You whine and whine about the toss of the dice but you can't eat the whole pie just one slice of life
I can't feel my own heart beating I can't feel my own heart beating I can't feel my own heart beating, can you feel it beating can you feel it beating, can you feel it beat?
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