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Look what the New Year's Serpent brought me:
Snowy Owl at Calvert Vaux Park, Brooklyn 1/1/14
feel like something like this has been posted before but.... turns out im from new york city after all.
A lesson from The Snake
Last day before Christmas for Alex to have a birthday! HBD!!!
this one might be the least objectionable although that crown might suggest otherwise.
Jim, a different take on your golf ball seed idea
someone sent me a card through the mail of all places and neglected to include a check. has the meaning of christmas been lost on everyone?
ooooh, these boots were made for walkin'. kind of.
i read very little of this technical history but have been listening to a lecture series about world war one and they were talking about the problem of mounted machine guns shooting through propellers so i sought out more information. that always seemed problematic when watching aerial combat in war movies but they pretty quickly overcame it in reality. hard to believe they could synchronize the guns and propellers at those speeds. who knew? science! (and killing machines!)
when headline writing goes horribly wrong.
Twitter's shock block unlock deemed cockup, gets a lockup
Blocking block BLOCKED after 'blogger blindfold blip
But why are nastiness and snideness taken to be features of our age? One general point of agreement, in denunciations of snark, is that snark is reactive. It is a kind of response. Yet to what is it responding? Of what is it contemptuous?
Stand against snark, and you are standing with everything decent. And who doesn't want to be decent? The snarkers don't, it seems. Or at least they (let's be honest: we) don't want to be decent on those terms.
A man who provided sign language interpretation on stage for Nelson Mandela's memorial service, attended by scores of heads of state, was a "fake," the national director of the Deaf Federation of South Africa said on Tuesday.
RIP Bill Porter, door to door salesman.
Port Authority backs off of owl shooting after public outcry.
My mailbox has been overflowing with this.
super-8½
Weather Underground
mt pleasant has become less so (for me) without comments but its good to see there is still a twinkle in its eye, or maybe thats just a reaction to the glare off the windshield.
Everybody's talking at me
I don't hear a word they're saying
Only the echoes of my mind
People stopping staring
I can't see their faces
Only the shadows of their eyes
