I watch the ripples change their size
But never leave the stream
Of warm impermanence
And so the days float through my eyes
But still the days seem the same
And these children that you spit on
As they try to change their worlds
Are immune to your consultations
They're quite aware of what they're goin' through

Sunday, May 22, 2011

Linkee-poo is tired of waiting

So, anyone seen Harold Camping today? Expect by the end of the week to hear stories about how some people lost everything because they believed this guy. Not that this will shake the faith of many, but hopefully it'll clamp down the fever for the end times. I don't know, maybe we can even have a discussion about how dipensationalists are all full 'o crap. But I doubt that last one will happen.

Congratulations to the Nebula Award winners.

Abi Sutherland on world building and typography. Not a long article, but, yeah, what she said. I have a lot of thoughts about this, including wondering if typography will still be with us in the future. Europeans tend to be much more savvy in visual communications that those of us here in the US, mainly from a longer history of urbanism. (Grokked from Jay Lake)

Darn that liberal bias of reality, again. All this wacky weather we've been complaining about for the last decade? Welcome to the new normal. Also, as you read that article, you'll see the business people whose jobs are dependent or integrated into weather (such as insurance companies and infrastructure planners) are intensely interested in what is happening. Because their livelihoods depend on it. Strange how when your money is on the line, you suddenly become practical about the matter. (Grokked from Jay Lake)

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