More Jason Launch Fotos I've been working on making an animated GIF of the rocket launch...
Three goodies at Salon.com....
The Secret History of Mr. Happy about David M. Friedman and his book, A Mind of Its Own: A Cultural History of the Penis.
Friedman realized that, since Adam, a guy's most complex relationship was not with his parents or his lovers or his boss. It was with his prick. David M. Friedman knew he had to write a cultural history of the penis.
Does this go in the same category of Natalie Angier's Woman: An Intimate Geography and Rosalind Miles' Who Cooked the Last Supper? ..or a counterpart to Eve Ensler's The Vagina Monologues?
To go boldly where no geek has gone before Wil Wheaton Interview. Yes, I've occasionally read his blog. Not having TV, I didn't see tons of TNG episodes, so I don't vilify Wesley Crusher/Wil Wheaton. But all the celebrity-blog thang is interesting. And hey, he built his site in GreyMatter, which requires a certain amount of geek-finesse.
Uh oh... Red Flag Sweatshop Stars and Stripes Post 9/11, the stars and stripes are in high demand. Where are all those flags made? China
"We think it's ironic and unfortunate that a lot of the American flags are being made in China," said Dan Hennefeld, industrial specialist with the Union of Needletrades, Industrial and Textile Employees. Americans who buy these flags, he said, "are supporting sweatshop conditions over decent conditions and supporting not only sweatshop conditions, but in many cases, forced labor and really unfree conditions."
....A lasting symbol of the war on terrorism, for many Americans, will surely be the SUV or minivan all aflutter with the Stars and Stripes. The plastic "car flag" has emerged as the finest marketing revolution of the war. A patch of red-white-and-blue on the end of a plastic stick that clips to a car window, it has sold by the millions since Sept. 11, and nearly all come from China.
...Some retailers have apparently taken pains -- contrary to federal law -- to conceal the country of origin of the flags they sell. I visited one local retail outlet where boxes of cheap car flags were stacked on the sales floor, the shipping labels cut off or concealed by other labels. Only by looking carefully, and surreptitiously, did I find labels indicating their Chinese origin.
I did it. I took The Utterly Surreal Test. Here are the results:
I am Benoit Mandelbrot Holding a Chicken.
I redefine tables of pepper with my jocular slices of casino. Elevated plastic toes infuse my intestinal dichotomies with limp inkwells. My forgotten compass is enscribed by master carrots.
Which prawns require dough? The Utterly Surreal Test