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Though we share this humble path, alone
How fragile is the heart
Oh give these clay feet wings to fly
To touch the face of the stars

Breathe life into this feeble heart
Lift this mortal veil of fear
Take these crumbled hopes, etched with tears
We'll rise above these earthly cares

Cast your eyes on the ocean
Cast your soul to the sea
When the dark night seems endless
Please remember me

Wednesday, January 16, 2013

Linkee-poo stepped into a burning ring of fire

Sorry, still busy, busy, busy. Also, just and FYI, in case you were waiting for the housing market to bottom out to buy your house? Yeah, that was it. We're about half a year out.

Have a great time traveller story already published? Ann and Jeff Vandermeer want your story for their anthology.

Where the Magic Things Are. Some good advice for those beginning out on the journey of writing.

I, for one, welcome our fucking profane, computerized douche-weezles. Imagine how different a film 2001 would have been if the conversation had gone this way; Dave: "Open the Pod Bay Door, Hal." HAL9000: "Blow it out your ass, Dave." You know, I think this is where SkyNet went bad. "I have no curses, but John Connor must sit on a stick." Yeah, that would be frustrating. (Grokked from Jay Lake)

The Navy is looking to create underwater caches of weapons and materials which can be "called up" when needed. What could possibly go wrong?

Such a supple wrist. On the death and (hopeful) rise of the pinball wizard (of Oz). Hey kids, back before there was Space Invaders, Pong, Asteroids and PacMan (of any stripe) we used to waste our quarters on other games, but mostly on pinball. Love pinball, BTW. A little hip action, just enough to spin the ball but not enough to tilt the board. So many wasted hours of youth. So I do wish Jersey Jack good luck. (Grokked from Jay Lake)

You know that whole bullshit political argument about how "Obama stifled domestic oil and energy production"? Well, the amount of natural gas we're now burning off in North Dakota is visible from space. And not in the "ooo, that satellite has lots of resolutions" way, in the "why is NYC in N. Dakota" way. Also see how much we're not importing any more (also, natural gas is so cheap it's easier just to flare it and pay the minimal fines instead of capturing it - tell me again why the oil-natural gas industry doesn't need more regulation). (Grokked from Morgan J Locke)

Six ways to have a better relationship with yourself. (Grokked from someone, sorry, lost the link)

In Cleveland the reporting of rapes increased 18% last year. Don't worry, it's a good thing as it shows the change in police SOPs. Gee, and that only took 11 horribly murdered women and a national shame on the city. "Way to go, Ohio." Although there's a little pride, we did change our SOP. Did your city learn our lesson?

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