Le Sigh, remember when it was just Satanic Panic... Ah, the good ol' days.
I used to do that with a few of the networked printers at work.
Hacked printer error messages
Is that Calvinball?
boy we weak as hell in america
MY OWN CREATIONS HAVE TURNED AGAINST ME. THIS IS THE END.
When I had a knee surgery ages ago I chose the epidural-stay-awake anesthesia option... After the surgery my friend came to pick me up but they wouldn't let me go until I went pee. Legs were still a bit numb, but the nurse helped me to the restroom, but after trying forever I just couldn't go -- nurse helped me back to the bed, but halfway across I guess the signal to go finally made it's way down and I left a trail to the bed. After a bit of horrified silence, my friend probably should have received some oxygen after he finally stopped laughing. (that counted, so I got to leave)
Need all of that.
I'd probably be in Guantanamo if I was a kid nowadays...
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18k gold with a carved agate skull surrounded by rose- and old-cut diamonds and black enamelling, with hallmarks for London 1852. It has an interior inscription on the ring that adds another fascinating layer of history: Inscribed “James Dixon Obit 1852,” it memorialises James Dixon, a well-known English silversmith and founder of the family firm of James Dixon & Sons.
When I was fifteen, I wanted a bike for my birthday. I dropped a few hints, and about a week before the day, I asked my mom for a hint as to what I could expect. "Well," she said, "it has feathers."
I was getting a parrot.
What could be cooler than a parrot? Alas, I got a down blanket. Can't win them all.
Today's my 55th, and it would be great if you wouldn't send me a gift, a card or even an email. Not because I have birthday issues, but because I think we might be able to plant the seed for a very significant culture change, something bigger than a bike.
Is it possible for your birthday to change the world?
Instead of dropping me a note, I'm hoping you'll join 5,000 other blog readers and give your birthday to charity:water. (Note: I'm not asking you to make a donation, at least not at first. Something more difficult but important: I want you to start a change in our culture with just a few clicks. Read on...)
This might sound a bit familiar. Five years ago, I gave away my birthday and asked you, my astonishingly generous readers, to make a donation. We ended up raising nearly $40,000 (and it's gone up since then) and ten villages, families with children, now have water as a result (try to imagine going just two days without clean water...)
The donations made a difference, but let's go further and establish a pattern, a standard where lots and lots of people give away their birthdays. What if it becomes normal for everyone over 22 years old to ask for donations instead of presents or cards?
So far, 65,000 people have given their birthdays. But with just three generations of friends telling friends can take that up by a factor of ten. 5,000 people telling ten people telling ten people, and we'd change the world.
5,000 people pledging to give their birthdays to charity:water would mean that when your birthday rolls around, you'd ask the people in your life to give their birthdays to charity:water as well. And then a few months later, they'd ask the people in their lives... In just a few cycles, perhaps we could change the expectation of birthdays from, "I'd like a bike," to, "Can we save someone's life?"
The mechanics are simple: go to this page and sign up to donate your birthday. While you're there, I hope you'll consider donating $10 (I'll match the $10 donation from each reader who pitches in). Done.
One more bonus, in case changing the culture and saving lives isn't enough: if 1,000 people sign up to share their birthdays today, I'll update this post tomorrow and release the audio from a speech about bravery (a recent gig I did for Endeavor) on the bottom of this post...
Change the culture, change the world.
Thanks. And happy birthday. Even better than a parrot.
[UPDATE: This is already the most successful birthday pledge campaign they've ever seen. You guys are amazing. It's not too late to pledge your birthday or make a donation. Thank you all.]
Here's the audio file I promised:
Had a pony that would pick up cans of coke (and beer) and drink them.
I want Chagall and Matisse windows.
As it turns out, having fabulously wealthy American magnates for fellow parishioners has a way of ensuring equally fabulous decorations within one's house of worship.
Located just below the Rockefeller’s Kykuit estate in Westchester County, New York, the Union Church of Pocantico Hills is home to an unexpected artistic treat. Embedded within the church's steeply pitched gables are gorgeous, little-known works by both early 20th-century luminaries Henri Matisse and Marc Chagall.
A glorious rose window created by Henri Matisse is the artist’s last completed work before his death in 1954. Commissioned by Nelson A. Rockefeller, the window is a memorial for his mother, Abby Aldrich Rockefeller. Bringing even more brilliant light into Union Church are nine windows designed by Chagall, eight of which are interspersed throughout the church’s nave. Most stunning of all is one which has become known as the “Good Samaritan” window, comemmorating Abby Rockefeller’s husband, John Jr., at the behest of their son, David.
While it’s hardly strange that a well-to-do family of cultural connoisseurs like the Rockefellers would commission works of art as gifts and memorials to each other, the wondrous element of the glass pieces at Union Church remains how they’ve continued to remain hidden in plain, public view, even after more than half a century of existence.
A little glimpse into almost everyday of my life...
A cool story crossed news desks yesterday. Duluth is once again on the national radar as a very special place. Last year Outside magazine gave us kudos. Now it’s Livability.com. Here are the details.
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North Korean President Kim Jong Un (Image via KCNA)
When North Korean dictator Kim Jong Un toured the sparkling new Pyongyang Airport last week, he was happy. The state-run Korean Central News Agency quoted him saying the facility had been built well “as required by modern architectural beauty and national character.” But throughout the event, the building’s chief architect Ma Won Chun was conspicuously missing.
According to The Telegraph, 58-year-old Won Chun was allegedly executed late last year after Jong Un visited the construction site and was dissatisfied with the initial design. In a report at the time, KNCA explained that the airport’s designers had “failed to bear in mind the [DPRK] party’s idea of architectural beauty, that it is the life and soul and core in architecture to preserve the Juche character and national identity.” Kim angrily ordered some changes, and Won Chun— described by South Korean media as “North Korea’s Top Architect” and officially titled the Director of the National Defense Commission Designing Department — was purportedly shot for “corrupt practices and failing to follow orders.”
North Korean President Kim Jong Un (Image via KCNA)
It’s the stuff of legend: rumors have long abounded that the Moghul Emperor Shah Jahan had the architect of the Taj Mahal killed so he’d never build something so beautiful again, and a comparable tale floats around about the architect of St. Basil’s Cathedral in Moscow. Could Won Chun’s story be a similar exxageration? It seems impossible to prove Kim actually killed him because of the airport, but given the dictator’s track record, it doesn’t seem entirely outside his purview.
North Korean President Kim Jong Un (Image via KCNA)
In April, South Korea claimed Kim executed four members of Pyongyang’s Unhasu Orchestra because of a “sex scandal.” According to Radio Free Asia, the musicians were stripped naked before a crowd of up to 500 members of North Korea’s artistic community, who were forced to watch as they were machine-gunned to death. And in the government sector, the Korea Herald has counted 15 senior officials who have been purged so far this year, in addition to the 41 killed last year.
Aside from being quick on the trigger, architecture is incredibly important to Kim, as it was to his father. In 1991, Kim Jong Il issued a treatise called The Art of Architecture that systemized the country’s approach to construction. It ordered architects to create buildings reflective of North Korea’s distinct national character, following the principles of Juche ideology. Kim also views architecture as the greatest aesthetic representation of the state. Defectors from the country have described him as micro-managing details like how many rooms and floors buildings have, as well as showing up to inspect construction sites — like that of a new “sci-tech complex” he’s building — in the early morning hours.
Pyongyang’s new airport (Image via KCNA)
Within this environment, Won Chun had a crucial role to fill. According to North Korea Leadership Watch, he was “tasked with exercising the the NDC’s unitary authority over the architecture, design and construction-related units” of the state. Not only did he design or supervise the design of many major facilities — the People’s Theater, the Pyongyang Central Zoo, and the Pyongyang Grand Theater, among others — but he also dreamed up Kim’s official residence as well as his vacation house. The final act in his long, illustrious, and ultimately sad career looks to have been the airport, and it seems doubtful many will want to visit it now.
But Padilla ruled in favor of Simcox, saying that “with all due respect,” the mothers of the girls were “simply not qualified” to assess whether being cross-examined by their accused molester would do damage to them.
i literally LOL'd
The body is a sacred garment.
The body says what words cannot.
Nickolas Muray, Martha Graham, 1925
So, I paint my nails pretty regularly these days. I also work as a barista/cashier pretty regularly these days. A few weeks back, I had a customer come in, a fairly typical, sheltered, suburban soccer mom, and she ordered a latte from me. She saw my brightly colored nails and said, “Wow, you’re so brave! My son asked me about painting his nails, and if it’s okay for boys to do that. Now I’ll tell him there’s a cool guy who does it too!” It was a nice moment, very cute.
Then, last week, she came in again, and said, “Hey, I’m so glad you’re here! I want you to meet someone!” She then brings her son forward, and says, “Okay sweetie, show him what you did!” And he throws his hands up, showing off his bright, sparkling blue nails. He shows them off, and I show mine off to him. He smiles. We fist bump.
Guys, I’ve only wanted to cry once at work before, and that was when someone ordered a large dry soy cappuccino on ice.
This time, though. This was a good cry.
I was expecting something where someone was being judgemental and nasty but got a pleasant surprise I love this
One of my first crushes...