Sunday school supplement #7: the value
Sunday, 10 June 2007
I’m sure I’m not the first to do this bit but I’ll bet I’m the first to use Doré for it. Teach that poor bastard to die and let his copyrights run out.
I like insects better than you #30: orchard mason bee
Saturday, 9 June 2007
Just for fun: giant house spider with relative size
Saturday, 9 June 2007
This week in the news #27
Friday, 8 June 2007
Teen finds 2.93-carat diamond along path
“I was kind of praying to God. I was saying, ‘I don’t care if it’s worth whatever it’s worth, I don’t care if it’s a tiny little sliver of something, I just want something,’” Ruhter said. “Ten minutes later, I just found it.” AP
Now that we know the Lord answers prayers, here we go–
Dear God, I don’t care if hurts however much it hurts. I don’t care if it’s a paper cut or something. I just want you to punish that girl for praying for material gain. Sedition·karma
US court rejects FCC broadcast decency limit
Republican FCC Chairman Kevin Martin angrily retorted that he found it “hard to believe that the New York court would tell American families that ‘shit’ and ‘fuck’ are fine to say on broadcast television during the hours when children are most likely to be in the audience.
“If we can't restrict the use (of the two obscenities) during prime time, Hollywood will be able to say anything they want, whenever they want.”
Martha Graybow, Reuters
Dear Mr Martin,
Uh… That’s sort of the point. That anyone can say anything they want unless it causes a stampede to a narrow point of egress or something.
I also recommend you spend an afternoon with a pack of 10 year-olds in this the year 2007 of our Lord. I think that you’ll find if they aren’t petting, smoking, or killing small animals for amusement, they might just be cussing about as much as an average episode of Deadwood.
PS: You can’t protect people from words.
Democrats Lose Their Edge
Poll Shows Congressional Approval Ratings Have Returned to Pre-Election Levels
Ha-ha.
You conniving, two-faced bastards—and, excuse me, bitches—squandered the chance you had to do what most everyone wants—get the fuck out of Dodge. And that’s all anybody wanted. You could’ve raised taxes to a level that would embarrass the Swedes and the whole Dem party would have looked the other way, if you had just done that.
When the next presidential election is a coin-toss again and the next congressional seat map mixes a perfect shade of purple, you’ll know what you’re paid for. Now, if we can only get your supporters to see that you’re just one half of the same cup of poison.
Experts cast doubt on credibility of JFK terror plot
Experts? Jesus, just pick up the phone and call me!
You know what’s really scary? Not knowing what the fuck is going on. You know how you assure living in fear? Not knowing enough about anything to ever know what the fuck is going on.
You don’t need to know math and science to live every day. You just need to know it so you aren’t the ignorant kind of twitch who freaks out at dirty bombs and pipeline plots.
Hollywood has made you stupid. I’m gonna play savior for one paragraph.
Cops do not fire warning shots. Fights rarely last longer than 10 seconds. There are no good guys in war, just those who have some dirt and those who want some dirt. It takes hours or even days to die from a bullet in the gut. People don’t change. And gasoline—especially its cousin, jet fuel—needs to be vigorously mixed with air to explode.
Chinese challenge one-child policy
That is the best loop-hole I’ve ever heard of. They’re taking, or being surreptitious fed by in-laws, fertility drugs so their one crack at squeezing out citizen #1,350,000,000 turns into a serial publication.
Hilary Swank kicks off global race for clean water
I always knew I liked her. This is one of the only real problems in the world today. This and karaoke.
First golden eagle for century born in Ireland
A pair of golden eagles have produced the first chick to be hatched in the Republic of Ireland in nearly a century after the species was hunted to extinction in the country. Jonathan Saul, Reuters
No snarkiness. This is just nice. You really would be amazed to see how fast an ecosystem will spring back when you take your boot off its neck.
NASA looks to private sector to help it go lunar
This entry from the I-told-you-so-two-years-ago files—Faulty Fuel Gauge Delays Shuttle Launch.
Hilton Released From Jail For $$$$$ Medical Reasons
Yes, yes, yes. Injustice. Money. Rich and white. LA. Blah, blah, blah, blah.
I think this is the best news story of the year so far for one reason: it has made it much harder to pretend pride in America.
It’s also important to halt the examination of this broke-down, over the hill debutante for a moment to turn the spotlight around on the three people who made her what she is. Richard and Kathy Hilton—parents of the year—and you, the viewer of her show, her home-brew porn, and whatever else I’ve never seen but am forced to be aware of via your agency.
Vermont Secession Movement Gains Traction
Here is where we beg the audience to consider that Abraham Lincoln was one of the worst monsters who ever clawed his way into the history books over a stack of corpses as high as the Blue Ridge Mountains. You can’t kill someone just because they don’t want to be in your family anymore. If they’re wrong, they’ll come back begging. If they’re right… well, you go on waiting. I’m sure it’ll turn out they’re wrong before you die and don’t have a chance to apologize.
Boy, 11, bags hog bigger than “Hogzilla”
While we are advocates of one-shot, one-kill you must admire the tenacity to chase a half-ton hog through the brush for hours. Though upon finding the monster hog was in fact a tame pet pig and the hours in the brush were several times around a fenced yard, the heroic nature of this intrepid lad’s service to mankind diminishes somewhat. Still, who are we to question? Everyone knows that shooting a panther on a chain is every bit as exhilarating as fucking a classmate, limp with Coors Light and Rohypnol®.
One other thing does come to mind seeing the young man over his prize. The boy should probably take up a sport which does not involve taking home 800 pounds of sausage at the end of a successful event.
Dear PhD candidate, your dissertation in a nutshell
Thursday, 7 June 2007
Though the science is sloppy and I’ve got no notes for you I can assure you the tipping point where simple order becomes chaos lies between the real numbers 6 and 8, or 12 and 16; 5 and 10 seem to be something of a saddle point for stability (count the pairs it takes to make a circle, there ain’t no π involved). Just check the periodic table from C–O. I don’t think it’s any special property of matter, I think it’s the math and I think a 10 billion year experiment you can never run or maybe even test has laid the golden break-point at your feet like a garland of dead birds.
And while a part of me still does want to ascribe freewill to quarks and say the old man was right—there are no dice allowed in the backroom—tonight I’m down with radical complexity being quite Newtonian in nature.
Flowers like the rain better than bees who like flowers better than rain… what?
Wednesday, 6 June 2007
Historical remarks via lowercase post #2
Monday, 4 June 2007
Written 1,700 days before 20 January 2001.
I talked with Orion Cervio on the phone for a half an hour. He called from Zimbabwe (I think?) on his way to Mozambique. He had it fixed so he could call for free. It was great to talk to him. Africa…
I saw something on the news yesterday (which is probably why I’m in this mood) that changed me. They don’t edit the news here. You see what you see. They also don’t warn you to send your children into the other room (the barbarians). They are having some civil wars in Africa as you may be aware. In fact they still carry on a grand slave trade in a lot of the central NE; not good PR for black America’s case for moral superiority–after all, the west coast black Africans taught the Portuguese the slave trade, cashing in big on the first sales; more irony would surely take me straight to my grave. I saw some footage from Monrovia… I don’t know if I should describe it but I think I need to. So as a pal for a change, I’m telling you, you may not want to read this.
There was a small group of men, all black Africans, with machine guns; AK-47s I think. They were on a city street, not wearing uniforms or anything. There was no shouting or noise. There was one man with his hands tied in heavy rope. He was naked. They unbound his hands and yelled at him. He started running. He got five barefoot steps and one of the men with a machine gun casually shot him. Pop-pop-pop. He didn’t even aim, he just extended one arm and fired a short burst. The naked man fell onto the street and didn’t move for about five seconds, then he started to try to raise himself up; one elbow pointing to the sky, both palms flat on the tarmac. Another man with a machine gun walked over and shot him once in the back of the head. Pieces of the skull went flying into the street. The naked body collapsed flat. No one cheered or clapped or yelled or acted like anything had happened at all.
This was the first thing I saw in my mind when I woke up this morning. I don’t know how to shake it exactly. I feel much less safe with the world. Men like the four or five on that street corner in Monrovia inhabit every corner of the world. Men like them occasionally gain entrance to the Congress and White House. To see the bottom line of all the arguments solidified into twenty seconds of human action. That was… I’m not sure. I only know I don’t like living in a world with it.
Copy Queen Papers (part 2), May 1996
To clarify an ambiguous clause—I love living; I don’t like sharing any of the parts of the human world these men and women represent.
The power of positive thinking compels you. The power of positive thinking compels you. The power of positive thinking compels you!
Monday, 4 June 2007
I prefer not to think that we’ve just spent nearly $1,000 on a partial and temporary solution to a horrifying plumbing issue that came with the problem infested 89 year-old house but that we’ve made $30 in cash back bonus bucks from our credit card.




