I didn’t find out until I got back home that Yoichiro Nambu died about 2 weeks ago. Such things don’t make the news, because who in hell is Yoichiro Nambu? On the pretty good off-chance that you’ve never heard of him, keep reading.
I stole this from Digital Cuttlefish since he says it so much better than I could.
Once upon a conversation, I received a revelation—
Just a tiny aberration in the phone line could be heard
It was near too faint for hearing, all too quickly disappearing,
And it surely had me fearing they had listened to my word
But of course, there is no reason to be snooping for my word
Such a notion is absurd!
With the conversation ending, and my paranoia pending—
Was some listening ear attending? Had a wiretap occurred?
My suspicions were implying what I’d rather be denying;
That the government was spying, and the lines had all been blurred
There had formerly been limits, but those lines have all been blurred—
Ah, but surely that’s absurd!
Could my phone call now be quoted? My associations noted?
Are there data banks devoted, at the mercy of some nerd?
All the data they can hack up, with more copies just for backup
In some cave where servers stack up with the info there interred?
They will long outlast my body, which will rot when I’m interred
This is far beyond absurd!
In a time that seems chaotic, is my worrying neurotic?
Maybe spying’s patriotic—it’s what 9/11 spurred.
Sure, the citizens are frightened, but security is heightened
With the leaky borders tightened and some terrorists deterred
Why, the means are surely justified if terror is deterred
Or they’re not… cos it’s absurd.
I last wrote about Allie nearly a year ago in Where Are They Now. She had stopped writing completely after her post from October 2011, Adventures in Depression, and I think we all had little hope of seeing her brand of humor again. I’m really late in welcoming her back, but she has given us a brilliant update that I hope everyone who reads this post will visit – Depression Part Two. As you can see, her comments started almost immediately and were cut off when they reached 5000. I’m not the only one overjoyed to see her back. It has been a long battle for her, and I don’t know when we’ll hear from her again, but at least we have this.
Maybe this isn’t quite as spectacular an example of progress as my article 2 posts ago, but Sam’s Club and Oxford Mayor Leon Smith have determined after exhaustive business research that a 1500 year old Indigenous American ceremonial mound is a ‘natural’ formation because it isn’t on the National Register of Historic Places, which they researched so well, they called it the “Natural Register”. It was the largest stone mound of its kind in Alabama. Smith knows for fact that it was only used for smoke signals (he is, after all, at least as accurate a historian as David Barton), and that the United South and Eastern Tribes are just blowing smoke signals up his ass to claim otherwise. Really, who’s the business expert here?
I almost called this A Tale of Two Stories as there are two stories to celebrate. The first ended in 2001 with victory for Allah and his prophet, Muhammad (PBUH), while the second ended just this month with a complete victory for Capitalism, Objectivism, Ayn Rand, and probably Jesus Christ. I hope you’re as excited and as much a sucker for happy endings as I am.
I couldn’t resist passing this on to my readers. The articles actually says it resembles a blind penis snake, which most of the rest of the world would call a caecilian. The article eventually gets around to telling you that, but it has some fun first. It was actually planted here by the aliens from the movie Prometheus.
And now if you’re curious, the article is at Rare snake-like amphibian resembling penis found in Brazil.
I apologize for not posting this a month ago when I sent a letter to my friends describing it.
As you probably gathered from the video, meat glue is either extracted from animal blood (part of the clotting factor) or from fermentation of Streptoverticillium mobaraense bacteria. Its possibilities were first realized by British chef Heston Blumenthal, the “molecular chef”, and the rest is history. Now, when someone tells you about some exotic meat that “tastes like a combination of chicken, pork, and beef”, you’ll be able to serve them a real chicken, pork, and beef meat dish — at least something other than a hot dog, which really is chicken, pork, and beef byproducts. The irony of the whole thing is that chef Blumenthal can no longer use his marvelous discovery since it’s illegal were he lives, but it’s now as commonplace in the American meat industry as pink slime used to be. The next time you get a premium cut of meat that’s full of fat and gristle, consider what you’re eating.
As everyone knows, just as with God (Mark 16:18), unicorn horns will render poisons harmless. But what do you do if you can’t find a unicorn or God is busy? Grab an opossum (but watch out for the teeth). If you’ve ever met an opossum in the wild, you already know they can’t be killed without resorting to extraordinary means.
This photo from 2010 is making the rounds again. No one seems to know the source. It’s from Copper Pointe Church in Albuquerque, NM: Copper Pointe Church. They sponsor a group called Wake, which has its own Facebook page (Wake: Facebook) and a blog (Wake: Blog). It has satellite branches in Los Alamos and Portales. They describe themselves this way: “Wake is a progressive Christian college group that redefines how church is done”. Indeed, they are. Many sites that carry the photo don’t have a clue about its source and speculate that it is Photoshopped. Now that I’ve set the record straight, here’s the photo.
Just within the last couple of months, I was reading an article about the two best-known images world-wide that anyone would recognize. Immediately, I thought of The Great Wall of China and maybe the Eiffel Tower. After rethinking for a minute, I was thinking that one of the things could be a little off-beat, or the guy wouldn’t have been writing the article… so maybe the Great Pyramid of Cheops and Machu Pichu.
Please forgive me for dredging up something that happened four years ago, but I noticed today that it is still happening, this time in Tennessee! If nothing is done soon, it may continue. Although it was discovered in northern California, it may eventually be found everywhere. We must stop it before it spreads!
A couple years ago, I wrote a review of Dan Brown’s latest novel, The Lost Symbol. In it, I had an idea that I hadn’t seen before: Let the author speak for himself so I could have a review in his own words. Although the majority of the people reading it liked the review, there was one sourpuss. Without further adieu, I copy it verbatim.
What do Ugandans know that we don’t? It used to be that you had to be a Doctor of Divinity to learn this, but at least in Uganda, this terrible truth is finally being shared with the public. This is something our congressmen need to know so that we can also take corrective action.