Wow, I’d forgotten about this excellent site: The Internet K-Hole, which is basically just posts of old pictures from the 70’s through the early 90’s. I am guilty of several of the fashion disasters here, as are most of my peers; I’m just glad I haven’t found pictures of myself yet.
Destroying planets and using fear of this battle station to keep the local systems in line was my No. 1 passion until — about 30 seconds ago, weirdly! That was when I saw the X-wings that had evaded our turbo-lasers and were proceeding down a trench toward our vulnerable thermal exhaust port — and realized I had to speak up. I thought: What if remorselessly destroying planets isn’t my passion? What if my real passion is staying alive and avoiding the consequences of my actions?
This is from a couple of days ago but I’ve been crashing on a big project at work, and it still makes me laugh.
“I know she’s from another country, but she’s still a teenager, right?” said 33-year-old Sophia Williams of Kenosha, WI, her confusion reportedly shared by millions of Americans who recalled that during their own adolescence they had hated the world and everyone in it and had felt the end couldn’t come fast enough.
MH: So tell me about the attack from your perspective. What was it like to …
CT: Whoa, whoa, whoa! Attack? What “attack”?
First of all, I was chilling at home when some white lady broke in. What would you do if someone came into your house with a weapon? This is a clear case of Stand Your Ground! She was armed and attacking me!
Here in Maryland, a police Bill of Rights was enacted in 1974, ensuring police had extra protections unavailable to ordinary citizens, including time limits on alleging brutality complaints, allowing only other law enforcement officers to investigate misconduct, and allowing a delay before questioning an officer. Last week this was struck down by our state legislature over the objections of our Governor, ensuring that police will need to begin to rein in their worst impulses and be held accountable for their actions. I'm proud of our legislature this morning.
Wow, I'd forgotten about this excellent site: The Internet K-Hole, which is basically just posts of old pictures from the 70's through the early 90's. I am guilty of several of the fashion disasters here, as are most of my peers; I'm just glad I haven't found pictures of myself yet.
Thanks to Seth Godin, this is the is the first reasonable explanation of NFTs that I've read so far; all of the mainstream coverage I've seen has been the confused dad/clickbait headline variety, much like coverage of Bitcoin continues to be. Yet another scam, made by people trying to sell scarcity.
Aw, man. Norton Juster, the author of the Phantom Tollbooth, died Tuesday at age 91. The Phantom Tollbooth was a seminal book for me; this was the first young adult book I read that didn't just tell a story. Instead, Juster made me stop and think about what I was reading and what it meant and go back and marvel at how he'd written it and how clever it was. And the fact that it featured Jules Pfeiffer illustrations was the icing on the cake. I'm going to go pull my hardback copy off the shelf and re-read it tonight. And then maybe leave it on Finn's desk and chain her to the chair so that she reads it too. (previously)
I just listened to a great podcast: Radiolab interviewed John Scott, a NHL player who skated for 10 seasons as a goon and was, improbably, voted by fans to be the captain of the All-Star team for his division. The story gets better from there: