Thursday, February 23, 2006
jokes and jokes and jokes
One day a fourth-grade teacher asked the children what their fathers did for a living. All the typical answers came up--fireman, mechanic, businessman, salesman, doctor, lawyer, and so forth.
But little Justin was being uncharacteristically quiet, so when the teacher prodded him about his father, he replied, "My father's an exotic dancer in a gay cabaret and takes off al l his clothes in front of other men and they put money in his underwear. Sometimes, if the offer is really good, he will go home with some guy and make love with him for money."
The teacher, obviously shaken by this statement, hurriedly set the other children to work on some exercises and then took little Justin aside to ask him, "Is that really true about your father?" "No," the boy said, "He works for the Democratic National Committee and is helping to secure the 2008 nomination of Hilary Clinton, but I was too embarrassed to say that in front of the other kids."
But little Justin was being uncharacteristically quiet, so when the teacher prodded him about his father, he replied, "My father's an exotic dancer in a gay cabaret and takes off al l his clothes in front of other men and they put money in his underwear. Sometimes, if the offer is really good, he will go home with some guy and make love with him for money."
The teacher, obviously shaken by this statement, hurriedly set the other children to work on some exercises and then took little Justin aside to ask him, "Is that really true about your father?" "No," the boy said, "He works for the Democratic National Committee and is helping to secure the 2008 nomination of Hilary Clinton, but I was too embarrassed to say that in front of the other kids."
Tuesday, February 21, 2006
Off to Mars

The image above is a secret meeting with "Intelligences", from beyond our galaxy. One could say that his ideas for space travel are, well retro. Through laborious discussions he has given us "USA" and us only the technology to reach the planet Mars by 2015, years before expected. Thanks to "Intelligence " he has handed over a formula that can take simple materials, like wood from trees, grind it down to a fine paste to form the fuselage for a rocket, smaller bits can be added to enhance the look and color. Thanks to a crack team in the UK we now have the translated plans. Look above to see.
Ski Dubai!

Don't want to go to the mountain? Then bring the mountain to you! The New indoor Skiing Resort in the middle of "Sunny" Dubai!
Ski Dubai, 85m high by 80m wide, has to cope with average outside winter temperatures of 77 degrees fahrenhiet and summer temperatures soaring above 104.The 22,500sq/m of piste are covered with 6,000 metric tons of manufactured snow all year round.

This an image of the new Snow City they want to build next.
Why not make manmade islands that are shaped like the countries of the world next?
or
a space elevator perhaps....
Friday, February 17, 2006
Commercial space flight
The X prize was the first step: to gauge if space flight could be achieved under a certain cost. The next step is to get it to turn a profit.
Link to a Feb. 17th NY Times Article.
2003, "Target", Scott Listfield, via Austin Lee, via Tyler Paint
Link to a Feb. 17th NY Times Article.

2003, "Target", Scott Listfield, via Austin Lee, via Tyler Paint
Thursday, February 16, 2006
torture haircut

Cop: Where is your bat cave?
Dave:I will never tell you, torture me if you want to
Cop: I have ways of getting people to talk
Dave: Yeah but I am a vampire and I am really strong
Cop: Well I am a cop,
Dave: What does that matter? what do you think of my hair?
Cop: I like it, it's nice and blond, how do you find the time to bleach it?
Dave: I am vampire I have all the time in the world
Cop: do you like my mustache?
Jack Bauer likes Torture
Edit: And Dale Cooper likes coffee...
and Fox Mulder loves the porn...
TV heroes, we salute you! - Mr. Alex
The ongoing atrocity exhibition
There's some rumination in the Washington Post today about the terms of expression in one of the newly released photographs from Abu Ghraib. The photograph is of a large blood splatter and a soiled rag next to a basin, that served as a toilet, set into the rough concrete floor of the prision. Philip Kennicott of the Post writes:
Walter Benjamin has a good analogy of painting and drawing to photography. He compares the draftsman to a medicine man or faith healer, who act based their own holistic understanding. The photographer he compares to a surgeon, who reaches into the patient (in the photographer's case, reality) and cuts out a small piece.
Malcolm Morley, Painter's Floor, 1999, 95 in. square, oil on linen with diamond chips. This painting is a copy of an overhead photo of Jackson Pollock's floor.
"Comparing blood to paint, violence to art, is dangerous, even repellent. But in one sense, the blood on this floor is exactly like the paint drippings of Jackson Pollock, who captured the visible traces of action, the visual memory of gestures. In Pollock's painting, the gestures fixed on canvas were often graceful, melodic even, with paint obeying the law of gravity with a gentle quiescence. If this is blood, we can only imagine what the gestures were."I think the writer is confusing ends and means [ed.] with byproducts. The torturers were not bent on painting the prision with blood, they were interested gaining information by way of [ed.] inflicting pain. The evidentiary value of these photographs is enormous. But I don't think that these photographs can help us to empathize with the prisoners, or understand the torturers, in any significant way. In fact, I think these photographs are illustrations of the gulf that exists between the viewer and the prisoners. In their torment and pathos, the prisoners were utterly alone.
Walter Benjamin has a good analogy of painting and drawing to photography. He compares the draftsman to a medicine man or faith healer, who act based their own holistic understanding. The photographer he compares to a surgeon, who reaches into the patient (in the photographer's case, reality) and cuts out a small piece.
Malcolm Morley, Painter's Floor, 1999, 95 in. square, oil on linen with diamond chips. This painting is a copy of an overhead photo of Jackson Pollock's floor.* I'm not going to post the photo from the prison because I don't want to look at it every time I log onto Astromen. There's a copy of it with the article.
Link to the Washinton Post article, via ArtsJournal.
Link to a description of The Atrocity Exhibition by J.G. Ballard
Songbird
This application may be a good solution to my earlier dilemna regarding freeware digital music players (see my previous post iTunes 6.0.2 - Spyware or not?). Winamp is a tight program, but to use more than its most basic capabilities you need to register and pay 20 bucks, thus eliminating it from the freeware category. The Songbird program is being built in close collaboration with the developers of Firefox and VLC, two of the best programs out there from the open source crowd. It is still in a development stage but I like the range of possibilities that this might have once it is finished. My experience thus far is that the open source crowd is developing the best programs on the market with the least bugs and security issues, seeing as any problem is immediately descended upon by a bunch of crack programming geeks. "Must fix bug . . . before going to work at Microsoft . . . in the morning . . . more coffee . . . mind strong . . . body weak . . ."
Monday, February 13, 2006
Lets get Tan Yall

"The blast wave travels more slowly than the heat flash. Several seconds may pass after you have seen the light or felt the heat before the blast wave reaches you, depending on the distance you are from the explosion. It is like the time between seeing the flash of lightning and hearing the sound of thunder. For example, at ten miles from the centre of an explosion, it would take about 35 seconds for the blast wave to reach you. If caught in the open during a nuclear explosion, this time can be used to find some protection from the blast wave.
You might be injured by being thrown about by the blast; therefore, keep low. The greatest danger is from flying glass, bricks and other debris. The blast from a 5-megaton explosion could injure people as far away as 15 miles."
http://www.webpal.org/webpal/d_resources/survival/books/11steps/
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