cool home run video

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7--BKAFYEd4

zen and the art of motorcycle maintenance

Phaedrus remembered a line from Thoreau: "You never gain something but that you lose something." And now he began to see for the first time the unbelievable magnitude of what man, when he gained power to understand and rule the world in terms of dialectic truths, had lost. He had built empires of scientific capability to manipulate the phenomena of nature into enormous manifestations of his own dreams of power and wealth -- but for this he had exchanged an empire of understanding of equal magnitude: an understanding of what it is to be a part of the world, and not an enemy of it.

this makes me really mad!!

the following website gives a story of a man who was detained and harassed at a US airport for wearing a t-shirt which contained arabic script, and english text which both read 'we will not be silenced'. he was asked repeatedly to remove the t-shirt. eventually, the airline bought him a 'new york' t-shirt, which he agreed to wear over the top of the original t-shirt, so that they would allow him on the plane. this shit make my blood boil...

http://www.parkerstudio.com/AAW/JFK_story.html

the airline in question was jet blue...

poo york, poo york

last night, i came home from dinner at a friend's place in brooklyn (thanks raoul, it was delicious as always), to find a man-sized human turd on my front doormat. i stared at it for a bit, thinking, 'it can't be. must be a pile of leaves or something', so i poked it gently with my umbrella point, expecting a crisp crackle, and a light flutter. nope. no such luck...

squelch.

my stomach rotated gently in it's socket, quietly blending curry (delicious), beer and gin. ouch. resisting the selfish temptation to step over the turd and make my way up to bed where i could pretend it never happened, i gritted my teeth, grabbed the doormat by its edge (disgusting enough! who knows how many drunk idiots have pissed on it!), and dragged it over to the gutter where i flipped the turd, mostly out of harms way. i then returned the mat to its resting place (forgetting to flip it over :(), and went to bed.

the really mysterious thing was; who drops a turd on someone's doorstep in the late evening? i could almost (but not really) have understood if this had been at 4 or 5am, when everything is closed, and there is no-one around, but i got home at about 12:30am on a saturday night!! i live in a neighbourhood chock full of bars and restaurants, with any number of more desirable points of defecation than my front doorstep. not too mention the audacity of squatting down for a shit just off footpath on a moderately busy street, on the busiest night in a busy neighbourhood. it's not even like my doorway is particularly well concealed from the street.

anyway, to the mysterious stranger - thanks for adding a little colour to my life.. although, i have to admit; brown is not my favourite color.

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Incredible computer generated portrait!

this photo is totally CG... it can't be too long before this kind of stuff can be done in realtime. scary stuff...

for source images including the original wireframe, see here

microsoft patents 1 & 0

this is an onion post (from 1998). very funny imo.

http://www.theonion.com/content/node/29130