January 2009
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Doing Things to be Doing Things →
Yes.
“If it’s just that you’re weak,
Can we talk about it?
It’s...”
– Black and White People, by matchbox twenty
“There is a new addition to White House cuisine: the refrigerators are stocked...”
– White House Unbuttons Formal Dress Code
Damned if I don’t actively like the President of the United States for the first time in my life.
-via alanajoy
WatchThe assumption that the viewer agrees that she needed to take the game away from her child is very troubling to me, but the blatant suggestion that I should not buy the game is more troubling still.
(If the video doesn’t load, go here.)
-via saxopwned
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RPG Character Study: The Enigma →
I really need to start gaming again.
Moleskine San Francisco City Book →
If anyone’s looking for a near-future gift for me…
1474 Megapixel Image of Inauguration →
Holy crap.
“One member of the White House new-media team came to work on Tuesday, right...”
– via MSNBC
Argh. Good luck with that, guys.
US Democracy Server—Patch Day (Version 44.0) →
In this release: major bug fixes.
I don't get it. →
alanajoy:
Am I having a blonde moment? Am I missing something? What is the point of this site?
…anyone?
It lets you test whether a website is inaccessible to you, or down completely.
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“In reaffirming the greatness of our nation, we understand that greatness is...”
– President Barack Hussein Obama, in his 2009 Inauguration speech.
“I heard them say that dreams should stay in your head
Well, I feel ashamed of...”
– This Time Around, by Hanson
Yeah, yeah, whatever. Everything sounds beautiful today.
Word of the Day: Frisson
frisson |frēˈsô n | noun a sudden strong feeling of excitement or fear; a thrill : a frisson of excitement. ORIGIN late 18th cent.: French, literally ‘a shiver or thrill.’
Decided to get an early start on this one.
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From Books, New President Found Voice →
It just really hit me an hour or so ago: tomorrow, this man becomes my president.
The thought alone brings tears of joy to my eyes.
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Word of the Day: Utile
utile 1 |ˈyoōtl; ˈyoōˌtīl| adjective rare advantageous. ORIGIN late 15th cent.: via Old French from Latin utilis, from uti ‘to use.’
Another one for my list of words that I must find an excuse to use.
-via (of all places) TUAW
xenodochial
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wordjournal:
adjective • (archaic) friendly to strangers
Funny; in modern Greek, _xenodocheio_ means hotel. And I swear that is the last time I will mention Greece today.
::adds to list of “words I must find an excuse to use”::
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Parting
A frozen wind uncurled lazily over the powdered snow where it half-covered uneven rows of broken, yellowed cornstalks. It scattered giant’s handfuls of the stuff over the old gravel road that ran through the farms of the countryside, and paid special attention to the figures standing beneath the bald, gnarled chestnut tree that marked the place Old Farmer Jones and Mrs. Smith came to argue...
Just a dream, just an ordinary dream As I wake in...
What? WHAT. WHAT?
Pink Floyd’s Comfortably...
“But maybe I think too much,
And I ought to just hold her,
Stop trying to mold...”
– Think Too Much (a), by Paul Simon
“Believe nothing merely because you have been told it. Do not believe what your...”
– The Buddha
If only all religions started out with a disclaimer like this.
-via interweb
WatchStar Wars, as told by someone who’s never actually seen it.
-via Ryan Brazell
Irony: You is doing it right.
Here’s a riddle: why is it that workshops to teach you how to manage your time always seem to tell you two hours worth of material in four hours? And for bonus points: why haven’t I learned that the best use of my time is almost never to listen to someone tell me how to get the best use of my time?
-via Total Drek
“My heart can stand a disaster
My heart can take a disgrace
But my heart is...”
– Allergies, by Paul Simon
“With the Windows 7 public beta out, Ars Technica has an in-depth look at the...”
– Slashdot
Uh, Microsoft? The general idea when your customers don’t like what you produce is to produce something they’ll like the next time around.
You fail it.
“I awoke in a dark room, making love to a lady I did not recall having gone to...”
– The opening paragraph of The Shroudling and the Guisel, by Roger Zelazny
Ah, Zelazny. I’d forgotten the shapes his words weave.