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O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up—for you the flag is flung—for you the bugle trills,
For you bouquets and ribbon’d wreaths—for you the shores a-crowding,
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
Here Captain! dear father!
This arm beneath your head!
It is some dream that on the deck,
You’ve fallen cold and dead.

Monday, June 13, 2011

Linkee-poo is out of sorts

Tobias Buckell posts a video take on the Global Climate Change op-ed by Bill McKibben. Yes. That. Before I had originally read his op-ed I had commented to friends that I we certainly were in the new century considering all the 100 year events we've experienced in the past few years. See, I remember a time when the yearly flooding of the Mississippi wasn't news (at least to those of us not in its path).

Huhn, new to me (because I haven't looked at Harley's or gone to a bike show in almost five years), Harley Davidson rejects chrome for it's latest line. It's going to take a bit to wrap my head around that. If you want to know why, Chrome is practically a religion for some HD enthusiasts.

Living cells with lasers. Skipping the sharks with frickin' lasers jokes, some cool post-human nepery in there. (Grokked from Jay Lake and Dan)

In regards to "the stories we tell ourselves", this quote about history that makes the point of how distractive they can be. (Grokked from Jay Lake)

And finally, because I find them cool, gargoyles and grotesques.

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