I donated to Mercy Corps the old fashioned way, by entering a credit card number into a website.
Boing Boing's Xeni Jardin has posted some interesting stuff on Boing Boing. It seems that enough of the high-techie infrastructure survived to allow people to keep in touch and look for lost relatives:
The internet is a vital form of communication, as are cellphones—when they work—and she is seeing people in Haiti using social networking services as a means to try and locate missing loved ones within Haiti. The environment is so chaotic and roads so badly damaged that even in-country, mobile technology and web-based social networking services like Facebook are playing a vital role in the reconnection process. Don't assume that because Haiti is so poor, nobody's using the internet. She says cell service has been spotty, with certain carriers performing better than others. She connected to us using WIMAX, and the degree to which that service has performed during the disaster makes her a real believer in the promise of that particular wireless technology.
12:00 am to 6:30 am: 3D infomercials 6:30 am: 3D National Anthem 6:35 am: Scripture Study with Rev. Harlon Stereo 6:45 am: Davey & Goliath in the Land of Three Dimensions 7:00 am: Bwana Devil 9:00 am: House of Wax 11:00 am: Treasure of the Four Crowns 1:00 pm: Pixar Trailer Compilation 2:00 pm: House of Wax 4:00 pm: 3D National News from the rim of the Grand Canyon 6:00 pm: Simpsons 3D episode 6:30 pm: Viewmaster Travelogue Presents: Beautiful Holland. 7:00 pm: House of Wax 9:00 pm: Stetson's Hangout (premiere) Sitcom featuring the wacky exploits of the Tosser Family. In this epiode, Stetson Tosser throws snakes, soiled diapers and a bowl of Jell-0 at the camera. 9:30 pm: Lacrosse championships from Watertown, NY. In 3D. 11:00 pm: Late News hanging from a platform on the side of the Empire State Building 11:30 pm: Viewmaster Showcase: Bible Stories
Pohl & Kornbluth's novel features a conflict between the integrated advertising/production complex that is stripping the world of resources and manipulating the populace and the benighted Consies (conservationists). The lead is kidnapped, stripped of his identity, and forced into a contract labor job. He works in an urban algea farm. Most of the goop isn't consumed by humans. It is processed into blood substitute that feeds Chicken Little, a giant pulsing wad of chicken heart cells. One of the workers slices off pieces which are packaged and shipped off for consumption.
This, in a 1952 novel by WWII veterans who worked in the advertising industry.
If you listen to Fox News long enough, you'll be able to simultaneously believe that Obama is an Atheist, Muslim, Indonesian, Kenyan, a radical black Christian, and . . . have they gotten around to him being a reptoid yet?
Doublethink is a form of trained, willful intellectual blindness to contradictions in a belief system. Doublethink differs from ordinary hypocrisy in that the "doublethinking" person deliberately had to forget the contradiction between his two opposing beliefs — and then deliberately forget that he had forgotten the contradiction. He then had to forget the forgetting of the forgetting, and so on; this intentional forgetting, once begun, continues indefinitely. In the novel's notes, Orwell describes it as "controlled insanity".
Obama is a member of the One World Order muslim kenyan atheist conspiracy and is only interested in promoting America-Last policies like Darwinism, heliocentrism, and rational thought.
YOU'VE BEEN WARNED!
"The Greening of the Galaxy"
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This appears to be based on Freeman Dyson's essay "The Greening of the Galaxy," published in the autobiographic essay collection Disturbing the Universe.
He implies that the whole paradigm of current-model humans settling on Earthlike worlds is rather unlikely, suggesting instead tailoring life of all sorts -- including trees -- to live on comets and Oort cloud bodies.
Wasn't that the secret ingredient that made Sucrets sooth sore throats 27% faster? Or Pampers 14% drier? Or Lucky Strikes the choice of five out of six doctors surveyed?
But seriously . . . cool.
If only because the Discovery Institute will have to scrap another set of creationist text books.
An old Poul Anderson story, Mirkheim, used a stable superheavy element, eka-platinum, as a Maguffin.
In the novel, the stuff was produced in a supernova. A gas giant planet was walloped by the explosion, blowing away its atmosphere leaving a creamy nougat center very dense rocky core. The heavy elements produced by the supernova were plastered across its surface.
As I recall, the planet's discovery by the galaxy's great powers caused a political crisis and the threat of war. The stuff was highly valued. The one use I recall was a hull plating used by hydrogen-breathing races.
"This is serious guys. We've run out of bad weather events and mythical monsters to adapt into crap flicks to entertain the Cheetos addicts who have nowhere to go on Saturday night."
"Uh . . . uh . .."
"What the hell is it Ernie? And don't tell me you think we should adapt Ringworld again."
"Well, I'm reading about this RPI project to create a pure evil . .."
"THAT'S IT! Lucy, Grant, I want a script by Friday! And remember, decapitations people."
. . . Runners who are trying to evade their Death Panel appointments. You can tell which ones are sick and due for termination by their elevated IR output.
Do you really think Al Gore is getting anywhere as much money warning people about global warming as the fossil fuel industries are continuing to earn by telling people there's nothing to worry about?
There's an established paper trail linking oil and coal companies to greenhouse skeptic groups.
Just last week it was revealed that a lobbying group funded by coal companies was writing bogus letters opposing the climate change bill to lawmakers.
One project which would be helpful for any sort of Mars exploration would be the establishment of a communication and navigation infrastructure. Maybe a dozen small satellites in polar orbits* with a sort of GPS-lite capability and a store-and-forward messaging capability. Plus two big communication sats with nice big solar arrays and very powerful radio transciever for getting data back to earth. (And forwarding commands to any probe or manned mission that needs it.)
A near-Earth-system manned mission capability. Take the planned NASA Earth orbit / Moon orbit ship and add a refuelable propulsion / service module. Future versions could have a reactor & radiator, and maybe even a fission rocket motor.
Micheal Crichton, whose best-selling techno-thriller disproved global warming hysteria with copious footnotes . . . or so called "scientists" working for a "university" producing "peer reviewed research?"
I tell you, these "facts" and "evidence" are trouble.
There are coyotes in my neighborhood; I've seen them a few times, but mostly I know they've been around thanks to their droppings.
My dog rarely sniffs other dogs' crap, but coyote poop merits special attention. Often, but not always, she carefully squats over the crap pile and doses it with pee.
On one of the paths we walk along there's a low-to-the-ground sawed off tree stump. It appears to be a coyote poop drop-off; there are several piles there, in various states of decay. It is on top of a berm; I wonder if the location was picked for maximum odor dispersement.
I was going to write something snarky, but I'm honestly stumped.
I can't decide whether this is an innocuous gimmick or something subtly terrifying.
OK. I have to try something; if you switched out the nitrous tank for something foul smelling and nausea inducing, you could use this rig for adversion training obsessive vidiot kids.
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There's a quite acceptable substitute in Hillsboro:
Surplus Gizmos, located on Cornelius Pass road, about a half mile north of Route 26. West side of the road, in an office park.
GOD HATES BRAINS!
. . . to the Magellanic Clouds?
Why the gray "Canis Major" box?
. . . you're better off doing it vertically.
Wearing running shoes.
And ideally permission of the farmer.
(beat)
What?
I donated to Mercy Corps the old fashioned way, by entering a credit card number into a website.
Boing Boing's Xeni Jardin has posted some interesting stuff on Boing Boing. It seems that enough of the high-techie infrastructure survived to allow people to keep in touch and look for lost relatives:
The internet is a vital form of communication, as are cellphones—when they work—and she is seeing people in Haiti using social networking services as a means to try and locate missing loved ones within Haiti. The environment is so chaotic and roads so badly damaged that even in-country, mobile technology and web-based social networking services like Facebook are playing a vital role in the reconnection process. Don't assume that because Haiti is so poor, nobody's using the internet. She says cell service has been spotty, with certain carriers performing better than others. She connected to us using WIMAX, and the degree to which that service has performed during the disaster makes her a real believer in the promise of that particular wireless technology.
AIDG's Catherine Lainé, live from Haiti (BB Video)
Update from Doctors Without Borders team in Port-au-Prince (Cool inflatable MASH-like field hospital!)
12:00 am to 6:30 am: 3D infomercials
6:30 am: 3D National Anthem
6:35 am: Scripture Study with Rev. Harlon Stereo
6:45 am: Davey & Goliath in the Land of Three Dimensions
7:00 am: Bwana Devil
9:00 am: House of Wax
11:00 am: Treasure of the Four Crowns
1:00 pm: Pixar Trailer Compilation
2:00 pm: House of Wax
4:00 pm: 3D National News from the rim of the Grand Canyon
6:00 pm: Simpsons 3D episode
6:30 pm: Viewmaster Travelogue Presents: Beautiful Holland.
7:00 pm: House of Wax
9:00 pm: Stetson's Hangout (premiere) Sitcom featuring the wacky exploits of the Tosser Family. In this epiode, Stetson Tosser throws snakes, soiled diapers and a bowl of Jell-0 at the camera.
9:30 pm: Lacrosse championships from Watertown, NY. In 3D.
11:00 pm: Late News hanging from a platform on the side of the Empire State Building
11:30 pm: Viewmaster Showcase: Bible Stories
. . . PCs and consoles will come equipped with a robot arm that feels you up to determine your real gender.
Or course, some users would pay extra for that.
Not "Soylent Green" . . . The Space Merchants.
Pohl & Kornbluth's novel features a conflict between the integrated advertising/production complex that is stripping the world of resources and manipulating the populace and the benighted Consies (conservationists). The lead is kidnapped, stripped of his identity, and forced into a contract labor job. He works in an urban algea farm. Most of the goop isn't consumed by humans. It is processed into blood substitute that feeds Chicken Little, a giant pulsing wad of chicken heart cells. One of the workers slices off pieces which are packaged and shipped off for consumption.
This, in a 1952 novel by WWII veterans who worked in the advertising industry.
If you listen to Fox News long enough, you'll be able to simultaneously believe that Obama is an Atheist, Muslim, Indonesian, Kenyan, a radical black Christian, and . . . have they gotten around to him being a reptoid yet?
Doublethink is a form of trained, willful intellectual blindness to contradictions in a belief system. Doublethink differs from ordinary hypocrisy in that the "doublethinking" person deliberately had to forget the contradiction between his two opposing beliefs — and then deliberately forget that he had forgotten the contradiction. He then had to forget the forgetting of the forgetting, and so on; this intentional forgetting, once begun, continues indefinitely. In the novel's notes, Orwell describes it as "controlled insanity".
-- Wikipedia on Doublethink.
Obama is a member of the One World Order muslim kenyan atheist conspiracy and is only interested in promoting America-Last policies like Darwinism, heliocentrism, and rational thought.
YOU'VE BEEN WARNED!
This appears to be based on Freeman Dyson's essay "The Greening of the Galaxy," published in the autobiographic essay collection Disturbing the Universe.
He implies that the whole paradigm of current-model humans settling on Earthlike worlds is rather unlikely, suggesting instead tailoring life of all sorts -- including trees -- to live on comets and Oort cloud bodies.
. . . there's no sign at all of Wisdom Chits.
(I wonder how many people will get that reference without having to Google.)
Wow, I bet that's where his mom got the wool for The Christmas Sweater!
Wasn't that the secret ingredient that made Sucrets sooth sore throats 27% faster? Or Pampers 14% drier? Or Lucky Strikes the choice of five out of six doctors surveyed?
But seriously . . . cool.
If only because the Discovery Institute will have to scrap another set of creationist text books.
An old Poul Anderson story, Mirkheim, used a stable superheavy element, eka-platinum, as a Maguffin.
In the novel, the stuff was produced in a supernova. A gas giant planet was walloped by the explosion, blowing away its atmosphere leaving a creamy nougat center very dense rocky core. The heavy elements produced by the supernova were plastered across its surface.
As I recall, the planet's discovery by the galaxy's great powers caused a political crisis and the threat of war. The stuff was highly valued. The one use I recall was a hull plating used by hydrogen-breathing races.
"This is serious guys. We've run out of bad weather events and mythical monsters to adapt into crap flicks to entertain the Cheetos addicts who have nowhere to go on Saturday night."
"Uh . . . uh . . ."
"What the hell is it Ernie? And don't tell me you think we should adapt Ringworld again."
"Well, I'm reading about this RPI project to create a pure evil . . ."
"THAT'S IT! Lucy, Grant, I want a script by Friday! And remember, decapitations people."
. . . Runners who are trying to evade their Death Panel appointments. You can tell which ones are sick and due for termination by their elevated IR output.
Do you really think Al Gore is getting anywhere as much money warning people about global warming as the fossil fuel industries are continuing to earn by telling people there's nothing to worry about?
There's an established paper trail linking oil and coal companies to greenhouse skeptic groups.
Just last week it was revealed that a lobbying group funded by coal companies was writing bogus letters opposing the climate change bill to lawmakers.
At least Homeland Security didn't raid their office and confiscate their printers and eat their jelly beans.
One project which would be helpful for any sort of Mars exploration would be the establishment of a communication and navigation infrastructure. Maybe a dozen small satellites in polar orbits* with a sort of GPS-lite capability and a store-and-forward messaging capability. Plus two big communication sats with nice big solar arrays and very powerful radio transciever for getting data back to earth. (And forwarding commands to any probe or manned mission that needs it.)
A near-Earth-system manned mission capability. Take the planned NASA Earth orbit / Moon orbit ship and add a refuelable propulsion / service module. Future versions could have a reactor & radiator, and maybe even a fission rocket motor.
* Yes, this is a challenge.
Micheal Crichton, whose best-selling techno-thriller disproved global warming hysteria with copious footnotes . . . or so called "scientists" working for a "university" producing "peer reviewed research?"
I tell you, these "facts" and "evidence" are trouble.
So those coronal mass ejections we hear about were the Sun exploring . . . mmmnnnn never mind, I won't go there.
25,000 copies of BOLT.
7,500 copies of Lady and the Tramp
2,500 copies of Reservoir Dogs
There are coyotes in my neighborhood; I've seen them a few times, but mostly I know they've been around thanks to their droppings.
My dog rarely sniffs other dogs' crap, but coyote poop merits special attention. Often, but not always, she carefully squats over the crap pile and doses it with pee.
On one of the paths we walk along there's a low-to-the-ground sawed off tree stump. It appears to be a coyote poop drop-off; there are several piles there, in various states of decay. It is on top of a berm; I wonder if the location was picked for maximum odor dispersement.
I was going to write something snarky, but I'm honestly stumped.
I can't decide whether this is an innocuous gimmick or something subtly terrifying.
OK. I have to try something; if you switched out the nitrous tank for something foul smelling and nausea inducing, you could use this rig for adversion training obsessive vidiot kids.