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

Saturday, December 3, 2011

Linkee-poo gets ready

Tomorrow we'll be flying off to the left-coast for business. I'm not sure what connectivity I'll have, or how much time I'll have, so things may be light until next Saturday. Depending. Of course, you know, this means you're in for record output over the next week, right? If you need me, I'll be here. It wasn't my choice, and it's a business event. This weekend Celtic Women are playing, next weekend is Ron White. This week, some jazz guy I've never heard of. Sigh.

Also, finished up the decorations outside. I'm not at the level of having a separate electrical box to handle the outside load, but I could get there if I wanted. This year we relamped two dear, two garlands, and a wreath. We have new sets of lights and decorations on the trees outside. Yes, I'll need to get pictures. Will probably do that next weekend.

How lucky are the 1%? An arrow to the heart of "hard work" myth. (Pointed to by Sheila)

Rachel Aaron shares how she went from 2000 to 10000 words per day.

How far away can the ansible be when we can quantum entangle larger items. That's a story on how entangling diamonds will vibrate together. While scientifically I think this should bring plenty of cool technology, I fear it'll just be used for porn. (Grokked from Jay Lake)

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