Saturday, February 28, 2009
Steampunk mecha
Illustrating in graphic details what happens when two men are going for Baroque over a women.
Creation Science Song
A song/video about "creation science". It's pretty funny, even if you don't agree with the idea put forth. Which I do, so I think its really funny.
Superfluid helium
This is some cool shit. I mean, when liquid helium gets really cold, it becomes a "superfluid". Ain't science just cool?
Who knew fish could be trained? Or magnetized?
As soon as these fish figure out they can work together this guy is screwed. Cool video though.
Root of all Evil? - CBC Debate
I like how there are moderately reasonable religious people here (who are only *silly* in their superstition) who try to make arguments and who then are cut in by other religious people talking complete GIBBERISH. I also like the host, and the people laughing in the background at the stupidity of some of these people.
Richard Dawkins and Lawrence Krauss
Enjoyed this immensely. Knowing that men such as these exist in the world should give us all a small measure of comfort that humankind with not walk blindly into the future but will do so armed with the power of knowledge, humbled with experience of failure and forever enticed with the mystery of the unknown.
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
I Am a Zombie Filled With Love by Isaac Marion
I am a zombie, and it's not so bad. I'm learning to live with it. I'm sorry I can't properly introduce myself, but I don't have a name anymore. Hardly any of us do. We forget them, like anniversaries and PIN numbers. I think mine might have started with a "T", but I'm not sure. It's funny, because back when I was alive, I was always forgetting other people's names. I am finding that irony abounds in the zombie life, an ever-present punch line. But it's hard to smile when your lips have rotted off.
Before I became a zombie, I think I was a businessman or young professional of some kind. I think I worked in one of those stifling office jobs in a highrise somewhere. The clothes clinging to the remains of my body are high-quality business-casual. Fine gabardine slacks, silvery silk shirt, red Armani power tie. I would probably look pretty sharp if my intestines weren't dragging at my feet. Ha.
We like to joke and speculate about our remaining outfits, since these final fashion choices are usually the only indication of who we were before we became no-one. Some people's are less obvious than mine. Jeans and a white t-shirt. Skirt and a tanktop. So we make random guesses.
You were a plumber. You were a barista. Ring any bells?
It usually doesn't.
No one I know has any specific memories. We recognize some things — buildings, cars, ties — but context eludes us. We are here, we do what we do. We lack excellent diction, but we can communicate. We grunt and groan, we make hand gestures, and sometimes a few words slip out. It's not that different from before.
There are a few hundred of us living in a wide plain of dust outside some large city. We don't need shelter or warmth, obviously. We stand around in the dust, and time passes. I think we've been here for a long time. Despite my dragging entrails, I am in decay's early stages, but there are a few elderly ones here who are little more than skeletons with clinging bits of muscle. Somehow, it still extends and contracts, and they keep moving. I have never seen any of us "die" of old age. Maybe we live forever, I don't know. I don't think much about the future anymore. That's something that's very different from before. When I was alive, the future was all I thought about. Obsessed about. Death has relaxed me.
But it makes me sad that we've forgotten our names. Out of everything, this seems to me the most tragic. I don't miss my own, but I mourn for everyone else's, because I want to love them, but I don't know who they are.
Today a group of us are going into town to find some food. How this expedition begins is one of us gets hungry and starts shuffling toward town, and a few others follow him. Focused thought is a rare occurrence with us, and we follow it when we see it. Otherwise we would just be standing around groaning. We do a lot of standing around groaning, and it's frustrating sometimes. Years pass this way. The flesh withers on our bones, and we stand around, waiting for it. I am curious how old I might be.
The city where the people live is not that far. We arrive around noon and start looking for living flesh. The new kind of hunger is a strange feeling. You don't feel it in your stomach - of course not, since some of us don't even have stomachs. You feel it just...everywhere. You start to feel "more dead". I've watched some of my friends go back to being full-dead, when food is scarce. They just slow down, and stop, and become corpses again. I don't really understand it.
I guess the world has mostly ended, because the cities we wander through are decaying as fast as we are. Buildings are collapsed. Dead, rusted cars fill the streets. All glass everywhere is shattered. I don't know if there was a war, or a plague, or if it was just us. Maybe it was all three. I don't know. I don't think about things like that anymore.
In a cluster of broken down apartment buildings we find some people, and we eat them. Some of them have weapons, and as usual we lose some of our number, but we don't care. Why would we care? What's death, now?
Eating is not a pleasant business. I chew off a man's arm, and I hate this, it's disgusting. I hate his screams, because I don't like pain, I don't like to hurt things, but this is the world now, this is what we do. Of course, if I don't eat all of him, if I leave enough, he'll rise up and follow me back to our dusty field outside the city, and that might make me feel better. I'll introduce him to everyone, and maybe we'll stand around and groan for a while. It's hard to say what "friends" are anymore, but maybe that's close. If I don't eat all of him, if I leave enough...
But of course I don't leave enough. I eat his brain, because that's the good part. That's the part that, when I swallow it, makes my head light up with feelings. Clear memories. For about three to ten seconds, depending on the person, I get to feel alive. I get traces of delicious meals, beautiful music, perfume, sunsets, orgasms, life. Then it fades, and I get up and stumble out of the city, still dead, but feeling a little less so. Feeling ok.
I don't know why we have to eat people. I don't understand what chewing off a man's neck accomplishes. We certainly don't digest the meat and absorb the nutrients. My stomach is a rotted bag of dried bile, useless. We don't digest, we just eat until the weight forces it out our ass holes, and then we eat more. It feels so useless, and yet it keeps us walking. I don't know why. None of us really understand why we are the way we are. We don't know if we're the result of some kind of global infection, or some ancient curse, or something even more senseless. We don't talk about it much. Existential debate is not a major part of zombie life. We are here, and we do things. We are simple. It's nice sometimes.
Outside the city again, back with the others in the dust field, I start walking in a circle for no reason. I plant one foot in the dirt and pivot on it, around and around, kicking up clouds of dust. Before, when I was alive, I could never have done this. I remember stress. I remember bills and deadlines, Asset Retention Reports. I remember being so occupied, so always, everywhere, all the time occupied. Now I'm just standing in a wide-open field of dust, walking in a circle. The world has been distilled. Being dead is easy.
After a few days of this, I stop walking, and I stand still, swaying back and forth and groaning a little. I don't know why I groan. I'm not in pain, and I'm not sad. I think it's just air being squeezed in and out of my lungs. When my lungs decompose, it will probably stop. And now, while swaying and groaning, I notice a dead woman standing a few feet away from me, facing the distant mountains. She doesn't sway or groan, her head just lolls from side to side. I like that about her, that she doesn't sway or groan. I walk over and stand beside her. I wheeze some kind of greeting, and she responds with a lurch of her shoulder.
I like her. I reach out and touch her hair. She has not been dead very long. Her skin is grey and her eyes slightly sunken, but she has no exposed bones or organs. Her death outfit is a black skirt and a snug white button-up. I suspect she used to be a waitress.
Pinned to her chest is a silver nametag.
I can read her name. She has a name.
Her name is Emily.
I point to her chest. Slowly, with great effort, I say, "Em..ily." The word rolls off what's left of my tongue like honey. What a good name. I feel warm saying it.
Emily's cloudy eyes widen at the sound, and she smiles. I also smile, and then maybe I'm a little nervous because my femur snaps and I fall backwards into the dust. Emily just laughs, and it's a choked, raw, lovely sound. She reaches down and helps me to my feet.
Emily and I have fallen in love.
I'm not sure how this happens. I remember what love was like before, and this is different. This is simpler. Before, there were complex emotional and biological factors at work. We had long checklists and elaborate tests to be passed. We looked at hairstyles and careers and breast sizes. And sex was there, in everything, confusing everyone, like hunger. It created longing, it created ambition, competition, it drove people to leave their houses and invent automobiles, space craft, and atom bombs when they could instead just sit on the couch until they died. Animal cravings. Subconscious urges. Sex made the world go ‘round.
This is all gone now. Sex, once a force as universal as gravity, is now irrelevant. Ambition and longing have left the equation. My penis fell off two weeks ago.
So the equation is deleted, the blackboard erased, and things are different now. Our actions have no ulterior motives. We shuffle around in the dust and occasionally have lumbering, grunted exchanges with our peers. No one argues. There are no fights, ever.
And Emily is not a complicated process. I just see her, and walk over to her, and for no reason, really, I decide I want to be with her for a long time. So now we shuffle around in the dust together instead of alone. For whatever reason, we enjoy each other's company. When we have to go into town to eat people, we do it at separate times, because it's unpleasant, and we don't want to share that. But we share everything else, and it's nice.
We decide to walk to the mountains. It takes us three days, but now we are standing on a cliff looking up at a fat white moon. At our backs, the night sky is red from distant cities burning, but we don't care about that. I clumsily grab Emily's hand, and we stare at the moon.
There's no real reason for any of this, but like I said, the world has been distilled. Love has been distilled. Everything is easy now. Yesterday my leg broke off, and I don't even mind.
- Isaac Marion.
Before I became a zombie, I think I was a businessman or young professional of some kind. I think I worked in one of those stifling office jobs in a highrise somewhere. The clothes clinging to the remains of my body are high-quality business-casual. Fine gabardine slacks, silvery silk shirt, red Armani power tie. I would probably look pretty sharp if my intestines weren't dragging at my feet. Ha.
We like to joke and speculate about our remaining outfits, since these final fashion choices are usually the only indication of who we were before we became no-one. Some people's are less obvious than mine. Jeans and a white t-shirt. Skirt and a tanktop. So we make random guesses.
You were a plumber. You were a barista. Ring any bells?
It usually doesn't.
No one I know has any specific memories. We recognize some things — buildings, cars, ties — but context eludes us. We are here, we do what we do. We lack excellent diction, but we can communicate. We grunt and groan, we make hand gestures, and sometimes a few words slip out. It's not that different from before.
There are a few hundred of us living in a wide plain of dust outside some large city. We don't need shelter or warmth, obviously. We stand around in the dust, and time passes. I think we've been here for a long time. Despite my dragging entrails, I am in decay's early stages, but there are a few elderly ones here who are little more than skeletons with clinging bits of muscle. Somehow, it still extends and contracts, and they keep moving. I have never seen any of us "die" of old age. Maybe we live forever, I don't know. I don't think much about the future anymore. That's something that's very different from before. When I was alive, the future was all I thought about. Obsessed about. Death has relaxed me.
But it makes me sad that we've forgotten our names. Out of everything, this seems to me the most tragic. I don't miss my own, but I mourn for everyone else's, because I want to love them, but I don't know who they are.
Today a group of us are going into town to find some food. How this expedition begins is one of us gets hungry and starts shuffling toward town, and a few others follow him. Focused thought is a rare occurrence with us, and we follow it when we see it. Otherwise we would just be standing around groaning. We do a lot of standing around groaning, and it's frustrating sometimes. Years pass this way. The flesh withers on our bones, and we stand around, waiting for it. I am curious how old I might be.
The city where the people live is not that far. We arrive around noon and start looking for living flesh. The new kind of hunger is a strange feeling. You don't feel it in your stomach - of course not, since some of us don't even have stomachs. You feel it just...everywhere. You start to feel "more dead". I've watched some of my friends go back to being full-dead, when food is scarce. They just slow down, and stop, and become corpses again. I don't really understand it.
I guess the world has mostly ended, because the cities we wander through are decaying as fast as we are. Buildings are collapsed. Dead, rusted cars fill the streets. All glass everywhere is shattered. I don't know if there was a war, or a plague, or if it was just us. Maybe it was all three. I don't know. I don't think about things like that anymore.
In a cluster of broken down apartment buildings we find some people, and we eat them. Some of them have weapons, and as usual we lose some of our number, but we don't care. Why would we care? What's death, now?
Eating is not a pleasant business. I chew off a man's arm, and I hate this, it's disgusting. I hate his screams, because I don't like pain, I don't like to hurt things, but this is the world now, this is what we do. Of course, if I don't eat all of him, if I leave enough, he'll rise up and follow me back to our dusty field outside the city, and that might make me feel better. I'll introduce him to everyone, and maybe we'll stand around and groan for a while. It's hard to say what "friends" are anymore, but maybe that's close. If I don't eat all of him, if I leave enough...
But of course I don't leave enough. I eat his brain, because that's the good part. That's the part that, when I swallow it, makes my head light up with feelings. Clear memories. For about three to ten seconds, depending on the person, I get to feel alive. I get traces of delicious meals, beautiful music, perfume, sunsets, orgasms, life. Then it fades, and I get up and stumble out of the city, still dead, but feeling a little less so. Feeling ok.
I don't know why we have to eat people. I don't understand what chewing off a man's neck accomplishes. We certainly don't digest the meat and absorb the nutrients. My stomach is a rotted bag of dried bile, useless. We don't digest, we just eat until the weight forces it out our ass holes, and then we eat more. It feels so useless, and yet it keeps us walking. I don't know why. None of us really understand why we are the way we are. We don't know if we're the result of some kind of global infection, or some ancient curse, or something even more senseless. We don't talk about it much. Existential debate is not a major part of zombie life. We are here, and we do things. We are simple. It's nice sometimes.
Outside the city again, back with the others in the dust field, I start walking in a circle for no reason. I plant one foot in the dirt and pivot on it, around and around, kicking up clouds of dust. Before, when I was alive, I could never have done this. I remember stress. I remember bills and deadlines, Asset Retention Reports. I remember being so occupied, so always, everywhere, all the time occupied. Now I'm just standing in a wide-open field of dust, walking in a circle. The world has been distilled. Being dead is easy.
After a few days of this, I stop walking, and I stand still, swaying back and forth and groaning a little. I don't know why I groan. I'm not in pain, and I'm not sad. I think it's just air being squeezed in and out of my lungs. When my lungs decompose, it will probably stop. And now, while swaying and groaning, I notice a dead woman standing a few feet away from me, facing the distant mountains. She doesn't sway or groan, her head just lolls from side to side. I like that about her, that she doesn't sway or groan. I walk over and stand beside her. I wheeze some kind of greeting, and she responds with a lurch of her shoulder.
I like her. I reach out and touch her hair. She has not been dead very long. Her skin is grey and her eyes slightly sunken, but she has no exposed bones or organs. Her death outfit is a black skirt and a snug white button-up. I suspect she used to be a waitress.
Pinned to her chest is a silver nametag.
I can read her name. She has a name.
Her name is Emily.
I point to her chest. Slowly, with great effort, I say, "Em..ily." The word rolls off what's left of my tongue like honey. What a good name. I feel warm saying it.
Emily's cloudy eyes widen at the sound, and she smiles. I also smile, and then maybe I'm a little nervous because my femur snaps and I fall backwards into the dust. Emily just laughs, and it's a choked, raw, lovely sound. She reaches down and helps me to my feet.
Emily and I have fallen in love.
I'm not sure how this happens. I remember what love was like before, and this is different. This is simpler. Before, there were complex emotional and biological factors at work. We had long checklists and elaborate tests to be passed. We looked at hairstyles and careers and breast sizes. And sex was there, in everything, confusing everyone, like hunger. It created longing, it created ambition, competition, it drove people to leave their houses and invent automobiles, space craft, and atom bombs when they could instead just sit on the couch until they died. Animal cravings. Subconscious urges. Sex made the world go ‘round.
This is all gone now. Sex, once a force as universal as gravity, is now irrelevant. Ambition and longing have left the equation. My penis fell off two weeks ago.
So the equation is deleted, the blackboard erased, and things are different now. Our actions have no ulterior motives. We shuffle around in the dust and occasionally have lumbering, grunted exchanges with our peers. No one argues. There are no fights, ever.
And Emily is not a complicated process. I just see her, and walk over to her, and for no reason, really, I decide I want to be with her for a long time. So now we shuffle around in the dust together instead of alone. For whatever reason, we enjoy each other's company. When we have to go into town to eat people, we do it at separate times, because it's unpleasant, and we don't want to share that. But we share everything else, and it's nice.
We decide to walk to the mountains. It takes us three days, but now we are standing on a cliff looking up at a fat white moon. At our backs, the night sky is red from distant cities burning, but we don't care about that. I clumsily grab Emily's hand, and we stare at the moon.
There's no real reason for any of this, but like I said, the world has been distilled. Love has been distilled. Everything is easy now. Yesterday my leg broke off, and I don't even mind.
- Isaac Marion.
Radio Guy
Cool, weird and disturbing collection of artifacts. Odd medical devices, helmets, toys etc Looks like something from a steampunk movie. The Images are decent resolution and do proper justice. Not enough info is provided on individual items though - would like to know more!
Thursday, February 19, 2009
Then where did the big bang come from?
Carl Sagan speculating about how the universe began. You can always ask "well then what happened before that?" The god hypothesis explains absolutely nothing, it gets us no closer to an answer. It's just a continuation of the same infinitely regressing line of questions.
Monday, February 16, 2009
Homopolar Motor
A simple homopolar motor using bits of copper wire, strong neodynium magnets, and an ordinary battery.
Sunday, February 15, 2009
Japanese Acrobats
Believe it or not, this is how Jackie Chan started out. The "Chinese Opera" schools would take in kids at age 5 and there they would live, learning these amazing feats night and day until they reached the age of 18.
Prehistoric shark
"Unfortunately, the shark died the day after it was removed from its habitat." No shit sherlock. Should have left the poor guy there! Ridiculous.
The Extended Mind: Recent Experimental Evidence
This is a great talk which deserves to be watched in its entirety. I find it baffling as to why main stream science finds his theories hard to swallow. His theories are supported by a vast array of evidence and data and yet are dismissed because of dogmatic mind sets. I agree with Sheldrake and believe this is truly the most exciting area of scientific research. It's about time exploration into the nature of consciousness is taken seriously. Who knows...perhaps it's the final frontier of science.
Will Smith talking about how the universe conspires to deliver what you want
Judging by the expression on the other guys face- this is just flying right over his head.
Human Potential - Waking Life excerpt
Very insightful comments. People assume that we are better thinkers now, than before. I guess the advent of technology makes us smarter, in a sense. We have been able to extend the time that we live due to medicine. Fortunately, everyone is not lazy! Fear, however, is in everyone to some degree...
Christopher Hitchens: God is NOT Great
Passionate speech. Away with the burning bush and supernatural dictators.
How To Solve A Rubik's Cube
How To Solve A Rubik's Cube (Part One) - video powered by Metacafe
Rubik's cube explained with a series of algorithms. Faster than mine.
Arithmetic, Population and Energy
A great and very informative video on why constant growth, even just a few percent every year, is a recipe for disaster. See, it's basic maths: growth-based economics, rising populations and growing resource usage is fatally flawed. Everything relying on them (that's our economies, our civilisation and ourselves) is in trouble.
Thursday, February 12, 2009
Monty Python - All-England Summarize Proust Competition
Monty Python skit trying to summarize a 3000+ page work of Marcel Proust in under 15 seconds.
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
Understanding The Financial Crisis
For those that don't have ADHD, this is a fine summary of what happened in the Economy. And it is a very, very, very simple way of seeing things in the economy, but nonetheless accurate.
Monday, February 9, 2009
Gordon Ramsay - Chicken
The chef from Hells Kitchen with hot music in the background gives you a quick cooking lesson that will make your mouth water.
Sunday, February 8, 2009
91 yr. old female drummer
A collage of animation backs this sweet song about a ninety one year old drummer. And the ninety one year old drummer accompanies while wearing her oxygen tank. Great song too!
Marvin Minsky: Health, population and the human mind
Marvin Minksy gives a Ted Talk about overpopulation and the human mind.
Blue Whale
From the television series "Blue Planet", here is a two minute exerpt on the Blue Whale, 'the largest animal ever to live on Earth'. I like it.
Girls Are Not To Be Trusted
Derrick comedy has done it again with Girls are not to be trusted... This is pure comedic gold, only second to their other video Bro Rape, this is definitely one of their best works. Can't wait for their full length movie to come out.
Carlos Vamos plays "Little Wing" acoustic tapping version
Carlos Vamos truly embraces "Little Wing". His melodic arpeggios and left/right hand dual harmonies are wonderful. I'd love to see Carlos play live.
Can prehistoric mammoth's now be cloned?
I utterly demand we use its DNA to make a whole bunch of awesome mammoth clones.
World's smallest two engine plane
The world's smallest two engine plane. AWESOME! I'll ask my little brother if he still needs his old moped. Then it's just one more engine to go...
Her Morning Elegance
Simply and elegant, this video is somehow touching my deeper emotional string, maybe is the dream-like setting, maybe is the very enjoyable music by Oran Lavie, I can't tell. A must see for the fans of visual arts and pop-jazz listeners.
World's First Time Machine
In this Discovery Science documentary "The First Time Machine," Physics professor Ronald Mallett, PhD reveals that he is on the brink of making time travel a reality. His book, "Time Traveler" has garnered interest from both the scientific community and the general public and funding for his program, known as The Space-time Twisting by Light (STL) project, is progressing.
Full details on the time machine project, Mallett's theories, and a list of upcoming public lectures and links to popular articles on his work can be found at the professor's University of Connecticut web page.
Last Tasmanian Tiger
The last Tasmanian Tiger. It's sad that they are extinct but they were beautiful animals.
Walt Disney - "Secret Lives" Documentary
1995 Channel Four documentary looking at the darker side of Walt Disney's character.
Dan Gilbert: Why are we happy? Why aren't we happy?
I hope positive psychology becomes a better studied subject. Researching how to fix problems is more pertinent, but research on the nature of happiness and other good aspects of the psyche deserves more attention then it currently has.
Saturday, February 7, 2009
The new tattoo that is sweeping the country
I harbor great respect for these people. The utmost. No, I do. Honestly. Why? Because where I come from, boys and girls, commitment to silliness even in the face of overwhelming stupidity and inanity is poetic. True art. These people got stupid tattoos ON THEIR HANDS for this art of pure, unbridled silliness and that is to be applauded. Applauded! These people are heroes and the fact that they did a news piece on it was priceless.
Woddles Penguin Waffle Maker
Waffles shaped like penguins would be the best thing in food ever. Time to start investing in a voltage converter. (via Hommit).
Things to do when you're bored
Hilarious page filled with stuff you can do when you're being bored. Some things aren't too healthy though. Yes, I've tried some, even before finding this site. From the page: "Try to not think about penguins (Amusement Potential: 1-5 minutes) This is especially hard, because by trying too much, you remember what you were trying to avoid thinking of. If you try too little, you end up thinking about penguins anyway."
Friday, February 6, 2009
Not Always Right
Excellent site where the customer is most definitely always wrong... and always wrong big style. Anyone who's ever worked in any aspect of Customer Service will appreciate these. Most of the time you just could not make this stuff up, so I imagine at least half of these are authentic.
Vector Addition
A real life example of adding vectors and relative motion. The truck is moving at 100km/hr and a ball is shot backwards at 100 km/hr, resulting in it coming to a complete stop.
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
Land-Walking Fish
She drops food on the shore and fishes get out from the lake and eat the food on the land.
Tuesday, February 3, 2009
The Animal Odd Couple
A story about an elephant sanctuary for retired animals, and how one elephant pairs with a dog as its friend. Surprising and touching. Will get you in a good mood.
Monday, February 2, 2009
What are Dimensions?
A discussion of both the physical and metaphysical dimensions and seperation of real and imaginary terms.
Sunday, February 1, 2009
Crazy Engine! It Works!
Crazy Engine! It Works! - Free videos are just a click away
This is eventually going be as important to our future as the toothpick flaming and flaring in a microwave. The amount of electricity in a AA battery can be found in many places in nature. There are some little punk-ass, piss-ant almost-teenagers out there who will open up these potentials.
Coulter Meltdown
I've heard more educated political discussion in a High School football team's locker room.
Keith Olbermann Clarifies Comment for Right-Wing Spinsters
The more I listen to him, the more it warms my heart. He is always so well spoken. It is rare in this society for a person to use such good grammar. Really, it warms me. I only wish i could be as well spoken as he.
A Conversation Between Ann Coulter & Al Franken
Ann Coulter has very skinny bird legs.
Also, this is another video with audio you can't depend on... parts of it is way too quiet, parts way too loud.
Anyway, it's obvious that Ann Coulter took a short phrase out of context (so she could say she was quoting the NY Times) and adjusted it to her own needs. That's not the same thing as quoting... she called it "paraphrasing" but what she said really didn't come close to what the article she quoted really said. That's MISQUOTING...
I never liked George Bush, and I really didn't want George W Bush as Governor of Texas, OR president of the U.S. but that's in the past now.
What I really can't stand right now about conservative politics is that more than ever, they're all about the smear campaigns. They're all about racial profiling, and torture (or enhanced interrogation techniques as they like to call it). They're all about making lots of money for their cronies, and raping the constitution.
Also, this is another video with audio you can't depend on... parts of it is way too quiet, parts way too loud.
Anyway, it's obvious that Ann Coulter took a short phrase out of context (so she could say she was quoting the NY Times) and adjusted it to her own needs. That's not the same thing as quoting... she called it "paraphrasing" but what she said really didn't come close to what the article she quoted really said. That's MISQUOTING...
I never liked George Bush, and I really didn't want George W Bush as Governor of Texas, OR president of the U.S. but that's in the past now.
What I really can't stand right now about conservative politics is that more than ever, they're all about the smear campaigns. They're all about racial profiling, and torture (or enhanced interrogation techniques as they like to call it). They're all about making lots of money for their cronies, and raping the constitution.
One Breath - convicted republicans
This is a fabulous idea to illustrate the corruption in the US Republican party. If you can read through the list of convicted and suspect criminals in the Republican party in one breath, you win a $100! It doesn't seem that anyone can do it.
Everything You Wanted To Know About Stem Cells... But Were Afraid To Ask
This 50 minute video is densely packed with information about all types of stem cells: research and application of therapies. Political and ethical issues surrounding the topic are briefly touched upon.
Inner Life of the Cell
Explanation (and animation) of several interesting molecular interactions. A must-see for anyone interested in biology or nanotech.
Tour of the Cell
This 3 minute animation takes us inside the human cell to provide a closer look at the microscopic level. It was by studying the chromosomes inside the cell that led Jamess Watson and Francis Crick to discover the structure of DNA, which led to their Nobel Prize in medicine in 1962.
The Big Question - How Did Life Begin
I enjoyed this video. It over simplifies things but it's a great stepping stone to more information.
Old School Dancing + Daft Punk
I really enjoyed this. Whoever made it did a great job syncing the music and the dancing.
Socrates on Self-Confidence - Philosophy: A Guide to Happiness
A very timely review of the life and beliefs of the great Greek philosopher - Socrates. His assertions that we should not go through life like sheep but rather to develop our own thoughtful, reasoned and logical views, regardless of consequences is a message that is needed to be heard by modern humanity. This program, produced by Channel 4 UK is very well done.
What is the root of fear?
As I see it, Krishnamurti is one of the most sound and clear minded of the mystics, since his views are truly non-mystical in nature. Its still self-help crap though... but I forgive him because he is really not full of crap himself.
Alan Watts - A Conversation With Myself
A 1971 television recording with Alan Watts walking in the mountains and talking about the limitations of technology and the problem of trying to keep track of an infinite universe with a single tracked mind. If you have never "seen" Alan, this is good stuff!
Frozen waves
Looks like a glacier or something. Might even be fake. The camera person never moves from their spot. Why would you never move if you were filming something this interesting.
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