All stick and no carrot, since ought-three.
`Moral certainty is always a sign of cultural inferiority. The more uncivilized the man, the surer he is that he knows precisely what is right and what is wrong. All human progress, even in morals, has been the work of men who have doubted the current moral values, not of men who have whooped them up and tried to enforce them. The truly civilized man is always skeptical and tolerant, in this field as in all others. His culture is based on ``I am not too sure''.' -- H. L. Mencken.
山暝聽猿愁，滄江急夜流。 風鳴兩岸葉，月照一孤舟。 建德非吾土，維揚憶舊遊。 還將兩行淚，遙寄海西頭。
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Fri, 23 Jan 2004
Heh. http://deangoesnuts.com/Sat, 17 Jan 2004
Holy shit. I have just seen the dilemma that has occupied my mind for the past two years—which started as a nagging doubt once I left college, only to grow like a fast-spreading fungus to become my daily angst—what I thought was my own personal, bizarre hell—described on paper, in lucid and exacting detail.
Hackers and Painters by Paul Graham.
Every single sentence in this essay is like the tolling of some great Bell of Truth in my head.
Identity crisis: resolving, slowly.
Paul Graham has written a fantastic essay called What You Can't Say about taboo topics within society. He pulls together, in a elegant and cohesive manner, several ideas that I (and, I'm sure, many others) have had about at one point or another about taboo topics: the historical constancy of their existence within society, the fact that every generation invariably considers itself
He discusses how one might discover the taboo topics of one's own generation, and how, more often than not, these topics are the ones that that society has mistaken beliefs about.
I think one of the things that really reverberated in me about this article is the fact that I know I'm more aware of these things than most people, and Paul Graham is too, and for the same reasons. We are both nerds:
And we are both (god help me) scientists:
See, I can tell he's a scientist from this note:
Anyways, it's definitely worth a read.Wed, 07 Jan 2004
My kind of humor.
The entire strip is worth checking out.Sat, 03 Jan 2004
(from dph)Mon, 22 Dec 2003
This is great!
Some really neat
(From MetaFilter.)Wed, 17 Dec 2003
I imagine this must have been all around the blogosphere, but I just stumbled upon it today:
What kind of markers can we place to deter our post-apocalyptic posterity from entering a radiation waste site for the next 10,000 years? Read Excerpts from Expert Judgement on Markers to Deter Inadvertent Human Intrusion into the Waste Isolation Pilot Plant. Pretty fascinating stuff.
(Or buy the t-shirt.)
Craigslist more aptly described: http://boston.craigslist.org/about/best/sfo/20274505.htmlFri, 12 Dec 2003
You'll never look at them quite the same way.
(And, incidentally, from the comments section, this image.)Tue, 09 Dec 2003
Yes, those are real rat fetuses. From http://www.greggman.com/japan/designfesta2002-05/designfesta2002-05.htm, which has a bunch of pretty cool stuff.
(from jwz)Sun, 07 Dec 2003
It's true! So, so terribly true! Who will be eaten first?
(from bb)Mon, 29 Sep 2003
Now that bluegrasscountry.org has turned into a non-stop loop of soulless, generic, watery gruel I've been checking out other sources of music. I hit the jackpot with BeatBasement —I have yet to hear a track I haven't dug. Solid underground hip-hop.Wed, 17 Sep 2003
If you live in London, and your car has been wheel-clamped, you can call this guy and he will come with his angle grinder and remove it, while dressed in a superhero outfit. Great pictures.
http://www.anglegrinderman.co.uk/Sun, 07 Sep 2003
The Boston Craigslist in general is populated by very stupid very illiterate people, but the best-of section occasionally has some very funny posts, e.g. this very Flowers for Algernon trip report about Portland:
http://boston.craigslist.org/about/best/sfo/15168000.htmlMon, 25 Aug 2003
Me likey. http://www.tokyoflash.com/ELeeNo_web_time.htm
Isn't that cool? Others here.
Work consists of whatever a body is obliged to do. Play consists of whatever a body is not obliged to do. -- Mark Twain