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I cannot get to The Yeti's blog. Very strange because I see Technorati has crawled it recently... Weiyad?#
Tony Pierce is very odd sometimes.#
ive got five more minutes to write you this morning. another flash from the past called me once they were gone, almost like people know what theyre doing. do you remember that episode of twilight zone where the aliens mess with peoples lights on the street? just the lights. they flick some on, and flick some off. some of the neighbors say whats going on that we have light and they dont. and the other neighbors say what do they have. and then they all start distrusting and getting all weird and in reality it was just the aliens. remember that one? that ones my life but instead of lights the aliens have hot chicks call me and come over and send gift boxes with varieties of cheese and the aliens try to figure out when im going to crack but all that ends up is i have discovered every type of cheese and you know what aliens
i fucking love cheese so keep switching on and off the bullshit all night long cuz this spaceman isnt ever gonna crack cuz this is my h0metown and im almost a hundred and ten and ive seen everything.
Pinder Johal recently conducted some very interesting research.#
one of the things i enjoy is getting girls to admit that they have lesbian tendencies. more specifically that they'd make out with other girls. my scientific research shows that you'd generally go further discussing "making out" rather than discussing vaginatarianism. the exception being of course if your friend is vulgar. if she is, then by all means go for the carpet munching discussion!
now, getting a girl to admit she'd make out with another girl is actually not that difficult. research shows that all you have to do is say the name of the first girl that came to your friend while pondering the question: Angelina Jolie.
Richard links to an article about a parody of a "lad" magazine, ie Maxim.#
I wonder, though, whether the lad mags (and broadcast analogues like The Man Show) are in such desperate need of satirization. Aren't they immune to it by their nature? The genius of Maxim is that it was a jiu-jitsu move in the gender wars. A couple of generations of men were raised to believe -- whether or not they were explicitly told so very often -- that they were the "objectifying," greedy, rowdy, infantile half of the species, a rude chorus of brawling, hairy, potential-date-rapists. The lad mags more or less embrace all this with a bellowed "Hell yeah!" In their pages men are the Dumb but Affable Sex: We like to buy gadgets, watch sports on cable, and look at boobies, and we're not going to change. This marketing idea has the powerful advantage of being one hundred per cent true, as far as it goes.
Via Metafilter is an article entitled, E.T. and God about what life outside Earth would mean for religions.#
The prospects for finding living organisms on Mars remain slim, of course, but even traces of past life would represent a discovery of unprecedented scientific value. Before any sweeping philosophical or theological conclusions could be drawn, however, it would be necessary to determine whether this life was the product of a second genesis—that is, whether its origin was independent of life on Earth. Earth and Mars are known to trade material in the form of rocks blasted from the planets' surfaces by the violent impacts of asteroids and comets. Microbes could have hitched a ride on this detritus, raising the possibility that life started on Earth and was transferred to Mars, or vice versa. If traces of past life were discovered on Mars but found to be identical to some form of terrestrial life, transportation by ejected rocks would be the most plausible explanation, and we would still lack evidence that life had started from scratch in two separate locations.
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Some scientists believe that life on Earth is a freak accident of chemistry, and as such must be unique. Because even the simplest known microbe is breathtakingly complex, they argue, the chances that one formed by blind molecular shuffling are infinitesimal; the probability that the process would occur twice, in separate locations, is virtually negligible. The French biochemist and Nobel laureate Jacques Monod was a firm believer in this view. "Man at last knows he is alone in the unfeeling immensity of the universe, out of which he has emerged only by chance," he wrote in 1971. He used this bleak assessment as a springboard to argue for atheism and the absurdity and pointlessness of existence. As Monod saw it, we are merely chemical extras in a majestic but impersonal cosmic drama—an irrelevant, unintended sideshow.
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Ascribing the origin of life to a divine miracle not only is anathema to scientists but also is theologically suspect. The term "God of the gaps" was coined to deride the notion that God can be invoked as an explanation whenever scientists have gaps in their understanding. The trouble with invoking God in this way is that as science advances, the gaps close, and God gets progressively squeezed out of the story of nature. Theologians long ago accepted that they would forever be fighting a rearguard battle if they tried to challenge science on its own ground. Using the formation of life to prove the existence of God is a tactic that risks instant demolition should someone succeed in making life in a test tube. And the idea that God acts in fits and starts, moving atoms around on odd occasions in competition with natural forces, is a decidedly uninspiring image of the Grand Architect.
Matrix Essays has a mythological analysis and prediction for the Matrix.#
Scoble reflects on his employer.#
Bill Gates keeps top spot on America's richest list.
That is just an unbelieveable amount of money. What's funny is that despite all that money, we both have to drive the same freeway to work.
Sometimes I joke that I'd just like an hour's worth of interest on that money. It used to be that if Microsoft's stock price went up $1, Gates would make about a Billion. Well, how do we get our economy going again?
A very short Letter To The Editor at the New York Times about cheating.#
All of these writers focus on the characteristics of the assignment to stop cheating. There is another way. Get students to understand why it is important to do the assignment. Then cheating won't make sense.
A small comment. In the book I'm reading, Jacques Barzun talks a little bit about cheating. I will write his thoughts and my reflection at a later date but for now I will just not this: It is irresponsible and immature for a student NOT to cheat. If your success relies on what degrees and academic credentials you have and those rely on your grades in high school and college classes (and thus exams) then you should do everything in your power to maximize your grade. With this in mind, you owe it to yourself to cheat as much as possible to get ahead - take a lesson from Enron, WorldCom, or Bush Junior. (This might be satire, but if you look around at successful people it's true.)
Patrick French in the New York Times writes about "Dalai Lama Lite"...#
The Dalai Lama has become whoever we want him to be, a cuddly projection of our hopes and dreams. This enthusiasm, though, has not translated into any tangible political benefit for Tibetans. He has been seen on advertisements for Apple computers and SalesForce.com software; significantly, he was not paid for either of these uses of his image. Some of the books that purport to be written by the Dalai Lama are scarcely by him at all, but have his face on the cover to increase sales.
In reality, Tibetan Buddhism is not a values-free system oriented around smiles and a warm heart. It is a religion with tough ethical underpinnings that sometimes get lost in translation. For example, the Dalai Lama explicitly condemns homosexuality, as well as all oral and anal sex. His stand is close to that of Pope John Paul II, something his Western followers find embarrassing and prefer to ignore. His American publisher even asked him to remove the injunctions against homosexuality from his book, "Ethics for the New Millennium," for fear they would offend American readers, and the Dalai Lama acquiesced.
Atrios calls The Threat Matrix "porn for Bush fans."#
Richard links a Quentin Tarantino article.#
[...] In a 1994 Playboy interview, Tarantino displayed the observant sensitivity that marks his writing and his movies. He described the tension between a man and a woman when a man walks behind a woman on a city street:
Is this guy going to do something? What's going on here? They're feeling it. And guys feel it too. I feel it. And I'm like, Hey, I'm just walking down the street. I just happen to be going the same way. I'm walking behind this woman, and she's thinking I'm a rapist. And now I'm feeling guilty for being a rapist when I haven't fucking done anything. So now I'm feeling guilty and feeling a little angry because I'm minding my own business. Like, I'm sorry I'm walking behind you. And she's thinking, Why the fuck can't I just walk down the street? All of a sudden there's this tension and anger about nothing.
It's that kind of careful attention to the quotidian and the banal that led critic Ron Rosenbaum, in a 1997 Esquire article, to herald Tarantino as a 1990s F. Scott Fitzgerald. "His tough-guy act, his tough-guy actors, and his blam-blam moments may disguise it, but Tarantino is an aesthete, a Fitzgeraldian observer of the delicate dance of social interaction," Rosenbaum wrote. "Because, at his best, in the interludes between the blam-blam, he's a genuinely curious philosophic investigator of manners and morals, more akin to a novelist of manners such as Jane Austen, say, than even to Fitzgerald."