Friday, December 03, 2004
- A hearty "thank you" to Gapers Block - a wonderful Chicago blog/zine - for linking our mention of yesterday's anniversary of the first atomic chain reaction at the University of Chicago! Plus, check out this Gapers Block piece on Chicago's vigorous political blogging scene
- Quote of the day: Omnia mutantur, nos et mutamur in illis [All things are subject to change and we change with them]. That would make the perfect storefront disclaimer for the holiday shopping season. But it still doesn't beat my all-time favorite: Omnia mutantur, nihil interit [Everything changes, (but) nothing is truly lost]
I first came across the latter quote in a Neil Gaiman book, but only today did I find out it's from Ovid's Metamorphoses. By the way, get a load of that little image of Picasso's Tod des Orpheus in the middle of the page. Wouldn't "kleine Tod des Orpheus" be more appropriate?
- Jim Hightower has a good little piece on Conscious Choice.com about Rep. Candice Miller's (R-MI) big-brotherly push for a national ID card system. Yep. Them's gooberheads, awright. More good commentary on Joe Kelley's The Sake of Argument.
- Where can I get my hands on one of these? The Space Cadet computer keyboard was originally designed for old Symbolics LISP machines, but don't you think one of these would look sharp on any geek's desk? Looks like they were originally manufactured by Micro Switch of Freeport, IL, now a division of Honeywell Corp.
- One of my favorite storyteller/bloggers is Brian over at House of Noh Journal - his twistedly funny posts never fail to make me laugh, cringe (in a good way) at the images he conjures up, smile, or think. His individual posts don't seem to be permalinked, unfortunately, but just click around and visit his monthly archive pages.
My teacher may have taught for thirty years, and she may have had a whole classroom full of stupid crap like old wasp nests, as well as possessing a sort of Theresa Kerry, not-really-sexy sassiness that played like gangbusters to the PTA. But she didn’t even give me any suggestions on how to avoid getting beat up. She just wanted me to feel ashamed. She didn’t give me a crash course in self-defense or teach me how to make a stabbin’ shank out of a plastic fork from the cafeteria or loan me one of the many heaters I’m sure she had stashed away in her multiple boxes of classroom quality bleached cattle skulls. She didn’t care about students. Not really...[read on!]I Noh you'll get a kick out of da House.