Blue Mussels, Moon Snails
Trollhättan, Hinsdale, Taipei, Schererville
There's something you don't see every day: "Poet Astrid Lorange, in the
new issue of the online magazine Sustainable Aircraft, articulates a
provisional “poetics of
Late Night Jokes
It’s Larry King’s final night after a long career. Larry’s very first interview question was, “Why only 10 commandments?”
There’s only a week left to finish your Christmas shopping. Or as most guys look at it, “There's a whole week left to start my Christmas shopping.”
The Obamas had their dog, Bo, sign their Christmas card this year with a paw print. But Bo only agreed to do it after Obama agreed to extend the Bush-era treats policy.
Several TSA officers have formed a holiday choir at the Los Angeles
International Airport. Which, of course, answers the question: How can going
through airport security possibly get any worse?
I like this time of year because BoingBoing starts featuring interesting Christmas gifts, like Badass Lego Guns, zombie-attack hoodies, split-pea lighters, and Gotham City rings.
Everybody is talking about Google Ngram Viewer, that lets you track the popularity of words and phrases over the past 200 years. I put in "carpentry porn", a phrase Cory used to describe a self-powered table saw, but nada. Food porn got a few hits. The whole "<fill-in-a-noun> porn" seems like a meme that deserves to die, but it may now be ensconced.
Mitt Romney as the
I sometimes imagine that Romney approaches politics in the same spirit that the CEO of Darden Restaurants approaches cuisine. Darden owns Olive Garden, Longhorn steakhouses, and Red Lobster among other chains. Now suppose that Darden’s data show a decline in demand for mid-priced steak restaurants and a rising response to Italian family dining. Suppose they convert some of their Longhorn outlets to Olive Gardens. Is that “flip-flopping”? Or is that giving people what they want for their money?
I bought new blue jeans the way I usually do: grabbed a handful of neither straight-legged or "extra relaxed" in two different waist sizes (no, not telling), proceeded to the dressing room and rapidly tried them on in succession, picked two, paid. Whole thing: 8 minutes. What I always find interesting is that the more expensive brands are much more lenient in their waist sizes. I suppose you have to pay to have your waist size exaggerated downward on the back tab.
I gave $25 to Wikipedia today because Jimmy Wales kept asking me to, and I guess I do use it enough to chip in.. Today, an article about the first Wikipedia entries:
In fact, according to Ethan Zuckerman, a full 15% percent of the earliest Wikipedia articles dealt with Atlas Shrugged.
More "Why your waiter
If you need an ER, avoid TV hospitals.
Somehow, Roxane seems like a good antidote to BoingBoing geekiness:
A few days ago, my cell phone went inexplicably dark. It wouldn’t power up, even after some time charging. I began to panic. What would I do? How would I be able to reach people and receive booty texts and engage in passive aggressive arguments? I vowed to buy some sort of Jitterbug level back up phone if only my phone would start working again. It did not. Then, I left it alone, went to another room, tried not to obsess but really all I could think was, “My phone was broken! Life is over.” Then, I had an idea. I went back to my phone and stared it down. I thought, “I will not be broken by an electronic device.” I resisted cellphones for years and this is what it has come to. Finally, I did what I often do when things stop working. I hit it against a hard surface. Miraculously, the phone powered up like nothing had gone wrong. My point is this: sometimes violence solves problems.
Or, as The Onion horoscope for Taurus says: "Although it's true that violence never solves anything, it turns out it's just fine for a quick temporary fix in many situations."
Not something you'd expect from the American Conservative:
In his soul-searching, illuminating, and often depressing look at the unholy ménage of Demos, Leviathan, and Mars, Tom Englehardt probes deeply into the war culture of Washington, D.C. He notes that only two positions have any real voice in contemporary public-policy debate: those who want more of this and those who want more of that. The key word is “more.” As Englehardt writes, when it comes to conflict overseas “however contentious the disputes in Washington, however dismally the public viewed the war, however much the president’s war coalition might threaten to crack open, the only choices were between more and more.” More drones, more troops, more nation-building.
-- Mary Oliver
I go down to the edge of the sea.
How everything shines in the morning light!
The cusp of the whelk,
the broken cupboard of the clam,
the opened, blue mussels,
moon snails, pale pink and barnacle scarred—
and nothing at all whole or shut, but tattered, split,
dropped by the gulls onto the gray rocks and all the moisture gone.
It's like a schoolhouse
of little words,
thousands of words.
First you figure out what each one means by itself,
the jingle, the periwinkle, the scallop
full of moonlight.
Then you begin, slowly, to read the whole story.