Monthly Archives: January 2012

A Few Things That Have Caught My Interest…..Lately

Seems that many folks didn’t like this particular WTF (podcast with Marc Maron, if you’re in a cave): Episode 240 – Annabelle Gurwitch and Jeff Kahn (Archived here if link is unavailable). I liked it. Not particularly because it is what I tune into WTF for, but because it is something I can relate to [...]

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War

I’ve recently had an insatiable desire to learn about the Vietnam war, and last night I stumbled across: The Fog of War ~ Documentary about Sec. of Defense Robert McNamara’s Experience. It is an interesting “drive by” cruise through the mind of Robert MacNamara, the controversial Secretary of Defense leading into the war. There’s not [...]

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Plastic for Brains

With many thousands of bricks, who would have thought I would run out of the needed colors to create a “higher resolution” (ie. bigger) version. Oh well. It turned out to not have the shape I’d intended, but the result reminds me of a skull from a movie, video game, or something I’ve seen before…but [...]

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  • Almost Random Quote

    Tom said to himself that it was not such a hollow world, after all. He had discovered a great law of human action, without knowing it – namely, that in order to make a man or a boy covet a thing, it is only necessary to make the thing difficult to attain. If he had been a great and wise philosopher, like the writer of this book, he would now have comprehended that Work consists of whatever a body is obliged to do, and that Play consists of whatever a body is not obliged to do. And this would help him to understand why constructing artificial flowers or performing on a tread-mill is work, while rolling ten-pins or climbing Mont Blanc is only amusement. There are wealthy gentlemen in England who drive four-horse passenger-coaches twenty or thirty miles on a daily line, in the summer, because the privilege costs them considerable money; but if they were offered wages for the service, that would turn it into work and then they would resign. — Mark Twain, Tom Sawyer, 1876