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where to begin with this? i guess the difference i see between the nazis and the livestock industry is that the livestock industry is not trying to exterminate all the chickens in the world.
A friend notes that her version of msft Word suggests these spellings for "Muschamp": Mishap, Misshapen, and Muckheap.
I buy it. The State confiscates it. The State sells it. Closed loop. Efficient system. I wonder if anybody buys back their own stuff?
Hit Song Science (HSS) is a piece of skunkware that supposedly "analyzes the underlying mathematical patterns in unreleased music and compares them to the patterns in recent hit songs. The new technology can isolate individual patterns in key aspects of the music that humans detect and that help determine whether or not they like a given song."
I don't know whether to laugh or cry.
Pioneer 10 explored Jupiter, traveled twice as far as the most distant planet in our solar system, and as Earth's first emissary into space, is carrying a gold plaque that describes what we look like, where we are, and the date when the mission began. Pioneer 10 will continue to coast silently as a ghost ship into interstellar space, heading generally for the red star Aldebaran, which forms the eye of the constellation Taurus (The Bull). Aldebaran is about 68 light-years away. It will take Pioneer 10 more than two million years to reach it.
'Nikes will be soon in your neck of the sea,' Dr. Ebbesmeyer told the Anchorage Daily News last week. Ebbesmeyer is referring to the 33,000 pairs of Nikes (in addition to the 3,000,000 Legos and 34,000 hockey gloves) he's tracking. I guess a lot of Pacific Ocean debris finds its way to the friendly shores of Alaska.
Ergo Doc Ebbesmeyer's "Beachcomber's Alert" (Tracking All Things Afloat), a good resource for all things overboard, even flotsam poetry. My favorite? Chucky and Tommy and Baby Dill/Off to Alaska to be land fill, an ode to the Rugrat Tumble of '92.
If you're on a PC, be sure to check out the drift simulations, there's an animal toy spill sim that I've kept on a loop since this morning. It's the separate color streams for "Turtles / Ducks / Beavers / Frogs" that command awe and respect, even Mr. Tufte's. I keep thinking about North Pacific chum, punching through clouds of machine-molded turtles. Shaking their little chum heads.
"Preserving the American Dream of Mobility and Homeownership. Just 'cause they're fish and they're in a barrel doesn't mean you have to shoot them. via old friend and former suckster amc.
Paging Tom Frank. can it be that some blogs are, like, corporate? Like, Hollywood making its own blogs for its own movies? What next? Will they make their own audience, too? No, wait.
No scissors, no paper, no rock. My recent experience with catastrophic data loss prompted, for me, some fundamental questions about just who I am, without the data I produce. If I'd had no record or memory of anything I'd ever thought, is it any different than if I'd died? I mean, except for the having new thoughts and experiences part, is it any different than if I'd died?
Melodramatic, yes, but evidently I'm not the only person to think so. Though I may be DriveSavers' biggest data-recovery repeat customer, I am not its most dramatic. I know this because I was never transferred to Kelly Chessin, in spite of how I cursed God. So I could have been more melodramatic than I was.
But it still raises questions about the phenomenological qualities of data and what can be said to exist in its absence. Think, for example, of all 12,000 citizens of the independent republic of Nauru, which went off the grid over six weeks ago. The phosphate stripped money-laundering Nauru, now millions of miles further from us than it ever was; we have better dialogue with the collapsing edges of the universe than with this "self-managed centre". Husserl's "bracketing of existence," yes, and "liminal horizon," sure, but Big Optics indeed.
While some people build Chris Ware's creations, others animate them. Sparky in Action.
Kevin, can you dredge up that site with Ware's cut-outs all built?
I no longer have to eat big bowls of chaff with my Craig's List wheat in order to find the rich texture of human sadness. Because finally someone just lifts and separates. While my taste doesn't necessarily coincide with his, he did find a nice palm-pilot-for-blowjob proposition that I, for example, had missed.
so you know I get off on photographs -- well don't we all, but I mean old photographs. And nothing does it like a perfect, crisp daguerreotype. Like these two, for sale now. A watchman. And an officer.
Jenna shills for Pony. Elliott gets a little more introspective than usual. Porn, apparently, is much more philosophically disturbing than corporate domination.
Pop-ups on the first link, don't say I didn't warn you but surely you could guess.
Japan, where the women are unabashed technophiles just as much as the men, shows us how the libido loves the mobile Internet.
England's most brilliant scientist was apparently also its Nostradamus.
"He was also a theologian and alchemist, who predicted that the Second Coming of Christ would follow plagues and war and would precede a 1,000-year reign by the saints on earth - of which he would be one."
If only we had our National ID chip implantation program, then we'd be able to tell exactly how many people attended the rallies on F15.
Wanna get into Iraq quick? Volunteer to be a human shield. A veteran of the Gulf War apparently got his bright idea from the 1991 war when the Iraqi government forcibly relocated hundreds of expatriates, bankers, and other undesireables to industrial plants, military bases and other prime bombing targets.
"'I think the Iraqi government is potentially putting us in a dangerous position,' said a young Australian who said he had decided to leave."
"One American peace advocate recalled a typical march where the Westerners were chanting antiwar slogans and were suddenly joined by dozens of Iraqis hoisting pictures of Mr. Hussein. 'It changed the spirit of the march,' said a recent college graduate who is one of the volunteers. 'That wasn't what we expected.'"
i don't know who had enough time to make this latest bush movie, but i'm glad they did. the downside is i have the song stuck in my head.
The mind is a funny thing. This morning, out of nowhere, these two words popped into my head: "Lotus Jazz." 1985 was a very long time ago.
The real reason we're going to war: the Marines want to show off their new desert "pixel" camo duds (crappy jpeg here).
“Ultimately, the pixel computer-generated pattern was selected because it blended very well with a variety of surroundings under a variety of conditions.” I wonder if this says something about the digitally mediated nature of high-tech war, of which this is the next step.
From The Hill: "Threats by Republicans to cut the General Accounting Office (GAO) budget influenced its decision to abandon a lawsuit against Vice President Dick Cheney ... Sen. Ted Stevens (R-Alaska) ... “unambiguously” pressured him to drop the suit or face cuts in his $440 million budget." (Not sure why this is for saturation, but it won't be reported much elsewhere.)
Shift magazine publishes its last issue. Never lived up to its potential, but shit, neither have I, and I still love me.
Punditry on the real underpinnings behind this war, both unsurprisingly economic.
One suggestion is that we are suffering from the "overaccumulation of capital" and to maintain global dominance we need to open up new markets as well as (duh) control the economies of other nations by controlling the supply of oil.
Another more interesting suggestion is that "the real reason for this upcoming war is this administration's goal of preventing further Organization of the Petroleum Exporting Countries (OPEC) momentum towards the euro as an oil transaction currency standard."
Oh, and a damning map of the "U.S. terrorist infrastructure."
From The Guardian, via my man Larry K.:
The description of the French as "cheese-eating
surrender monkeys" was not coined by Bart Simpson, as
we suggested in 'Wimps, weasels and monkeys - the US
media view of "perfidious France"', page 3, February
11. It comes from the Simpsons character Groundskeeper
Willie, the Scottish immigrant who takes care of
custodial matters at the elementary school.
I haven't yet found an adequate analysis of Saturday's peace rally/march that explains how 250-400,000 people all decided to stroll over to the UN on the same day, at the same time. (Yes, I'm in the middle of Smart Mobs right now.) I know that United for Peace was a major organizer, with ties to the unions, but from what I saw, most of the people were unaffiliated with any large group. Were the flyers *that* effective? How much coordination was really done through the web and email? I'm convinced that the un-organized, semi-spontaneous nature of it was the reason the NYPD seriously misunderestimated the numbers of people that showed up, and I'm quite sure it won't happen again.
snapshots from baghdad. Has anyone seen these (poster of) on the streets of NY?
Somehow, between the terrorist threats, Iraq, the whole UN thing, Robert Chambers going free, and the Mercedes Murder trial, the NYTimes still has a quarter page available to run a story about an eyeball in fruit juice.
Does this strike anybody else as more of an invitation than a warning?
It is possible that my paranoia index is just high today.
hands down, in my mind, the best name for a new drug: Abilify. If gwb was schizophrenic, this would be perfect for him. If only.
Reading is fundamental. Mighty girl drops some more science.
Unsubstantiated and unreliable as a source, this "Laurie" from "Newsday", but still, some of this is food for thought, one must admit. Kind of puts a human face on the world's leaders...
Tom Sachs Nutsy's. Why didn't I know about this before its last week? Someone's letting me down. Music not always work friendly. Through February 14, 2003/ Tu-F 12-5 / 415 W 13th Street
The federal appeals court in St. Louis ruled yesterday that officials in Arkansas can force a prisoner on death row to take antipsychotic medication to make him sane enough to execute.
From the Times article:
"Responding to worries that smallpox could become a weapon of bioterrorism, a group of research universities and corporations and the Defense Department are announcing today a networked computer project intended to accelerate the search for a cure for smallpox.
The project is to use computing power contributed by a few million personal computer owners linked to the Internet worldwide to try to winnow the number of chemical compounds that might show promise in combating smallpox.
Steady advances in processing power, network capacity and software have made it possible to assemble distributed computing networks that can be directed at a problem like smallpox. A comparatively simple but well-known distributed computing application is the SETI@home program, begun in 1999, which harnesses the spare power of millions of personal computers to seek signs of extraterrestrial intelligence.
The project will use molecular modeling and screening techniques to test how strongly a wide range of druglike compounds interact with an important enzyme used by the smallpox virus. The goal is to find molecular compounds that block the enzyme, called topoisomerase, preventing the virus from replicating."
The Smallpox Research Grid is here.
DJ tied Kasparov (fairly large deal), but the scary/incredible thing is that it won on style points. Its astonishing bishop sacrifice turned a lot of heads in Game 5, and it became clear that this program is something else. Kasparov reportedly declared DeepJr the "best program ever." Wouldn't it be interesting if it turned out to be Bobby Fisher or some 9 year old in Estonia pushing the pieces?
sentence of the day, work-wise: "During the second Vendée, Frenchman Bertrand de Broc, deep in the Southern Ocean, had had to sew his tongue back on."
What the fuck language is this? "Let us put it this way, katakanlah kita mengidolakan Ian McKaye (baca: Straight Edge). Ketika Ian menolak minuman beralkohol, menganggap designer drugs dan ganja durjana, merekemondasikan "Bengawan Solo" sebagai anthem kaum Straight Edge (catatan: statement yang disebut terakhir, semata fiksi, for god’s sake!), ketika paham hidup sehat itu dicanangkan, tidak berarti kita lalu instan mengadopsi, seketika mengkopi sepak terjang bang Ian. ... Glampunkabilly ethic yang ada pada kita adalah muncul ... Jika terlalu lebar keluar rel kerangka berpikir kami, Fuck it, we get rid of it." Reminds me of the secret language in "Slums of Beverly Hills."
Robert Hughes discovers the long-lost tape of his visit with Albert Speer. Choice tidbit, if Nazis can have tidbits: "I had only the aim to impose the grandeur of the building upon the people who are in it. If people who may have different minds are pressed together in such surroundings, they all get unified to one mind." Tidbits on Philip Johnson, too.
I dunno, for some reason this made me think of dbrown.
I haven't seen John Beech's work since way back in the SF days -- when he was the carl andre of car mats -- but I got curious today and was pleased to find his photographs of subway patches. D. Judd would not be unhappy.
Bush Unsure He's Been to Space Center
Via a fotolog, of all things, a reference to this July 1994 Red Herring story, "The Information Highway." "AOL's services include electronic mail, interactive newspapers and magazines, and online classes...." and much more.
If it isn't sad enough that most of what fills the bellies of Americans is concocted in laboratories by chemists in white coats, we have a $1 billion meal-replacement industry to boot, staffed by more chemists in white coats. What's scary is I'll probably drink this.
