Playboy 1994 interview with Bill Gates:

PLAYBOY: Ever take LSD?

GATES: My errant youth ended a long time ago.

PLAYBOY: What does that mean?

GATES: That means there were things I did under the age of 25 that I ended up not doing subsequently.

PLAYBOY: One LSD story involved you staring at a table and thinking the corner was going to plunge into your eye.

GATES: [Smiles]

PLAYBOY: Ah, a glimmer of recognition.

GATES: That was on the other side of that boundary. The young mind can deal with certain kinds of gooping around that I don't think at this age I could. I don't think you're as capable of handling lack of sleep or whatever challenges you throw at your body as you get older. However, I never missed a day of work.

The Leftist anti-capitalistic, anti-Western bent of BB is exposed enough without you having to rub it in. Are there and CIVILIANS in this image? Or a children's school bus or two? Or hint of the fact that 9/11 was similar to a "day that will live in infamy" for it's surprise attack on a country that was NOT at the time at war with anybody?

Warning Will Rogers. These specific drives often are cheap because they use a non-firmware-upgradable "Type A" Prolific chipset instead of the much better Oxford chipset. Mainly this means they wont chain via Firewire, but work fairly well with USB, both the old version of the those standards, not the latest ones. Also, this SPECIFIC drive enclosure had a circuit board that have not had the solder flux (salty crap) washed off properly, so given ports fail, randomly. I recognize these phat ass little cheapie bling things. Lost all my old Betty Boop videos one time, or thought I did, until I put the drive into a new enclosure and ran Disk Warrior (a Mac program) on it.

MILF alert. God I love difficult, zany women. The reason people become "infantile" in marriages (failure rate now about 70%) is that they revert to an infantile state in which their needs are expected to be automatically met, without having to state them. Now, the idea that this fairly hot woman hasn't had sex in a decade is laughable. As her sugar daddy worked all day, might she have had dozens of affairs? Her husband obviously can afford as many college age prostitutes as he'd want in a week, so needn't have had affairs. That this girl was pretty hot in her 30s or 40s is unquestionable. That she has a personality type that means she would not have even have considered dating *me* since I am not a multi-millionaire, gives me, and likely many struggling creative types little sympathy. I'll bet hawking her engagement ring alone would buy her a ticket to London and a new apartment there too. It sounds like she's still in love with him though, my definition here of love being her access to High Society in NYC, whereas moving to London would leave her merely competing with younger beavers who also star in plays nobody has heard of.

What's most creepy is how well it captures the idiotic fake-shyness of Japanese girls in western nations. Who me? Though I have hangover and can barely stand up due to what that black guy did to my robotic nether regions this very morning, I can still act like a dumb virgin during my date with you.

"I call bullshit on this. I saw a version of this story on BBC America. They pointed out that most of these people are homeless due to drug addiction or mental illness."

Whores in NYC are better then? So I'll save my airline tickets to try to find a girl who likes me since I saved her from actual tragedy. Katrina sounded good, but why bother since scammers had already taken over, unlike us true Don Juans.

The English are still a bit EXTREMELY mad at us in the USA for that crazy Declaration of Independence that relied on universal morality rather than just another war or two, which we won with help from France, after the Boston Tea Dump.

"We hold these truths to be self-evident that all land-owners are created equal..."

I think that's called inductive logic, as in it's fun to go camping in tents, like at Burning Man, or various Henry V or Napoleon campaigns. So they lack antibiotics?

Philanthropist Bob Wallace, a Microsoft Millionaire died at Burning Man. Didn't drink any water, after over indulging in MDA-tainted ecstasy, and some literally poor girl mounted him and his heart filled up with love, then exploded.

Malaria is something very easy to wipe out with utterly non-toxic DDT (non-toxic to humans or birds, unlike Rachel Carlson's panic-scare book 'Silent Spring' claimed). Mainly takes houses or mud huts painted with a think veneer of DDT and bed nets impregnated with DDT. The Environmental movement has millions of deaths on their bloody hands, but that's their whole point: to kill as many people as possible. Lately? Telling Africa it can't burn oil to make electricity to power hospitals. No, they didn't outright ban DDT for anti-malarial use. That would be too obvious. Instead they just ended production of it by banning it as a pesticide, putting all the companies that made it out of that part of their business. Instead? Our government continues to use pesticides to kill cocaine crops in South America, where Malaria is also on the rebound. Even if DDT did kill birds, what is a decade of a few million dead birds compared to one of decade after decade after decade of killed humans?

The best combination I've found, having tested ALL ink-dip nibs and ALL papers (literally dozens each) and most available india inks is:

Brause 511 "crow quill" (meaning smallest size so needs a small holder) nib (hard to find so order quite a few for a buck a piece when you find one of the dozen Google hits for them). They don't dig into the paper when you draw a circle.

"Ragcote" archival slightly clay-coated paper (NY Central Art Supply). Canson airbrush paper is good too, even better, but not archival.

Ink: Higgens Black Magic ink. It is a true India Ink but is washable from the hands for several minutes in case of spills.

One trick is to buy those "white out" pens and use acetone or other solvent to clean them of their original contents (often the cap unscrews backwards of normal caps), and fill it with ink, so instead of using a dip bottle, you just let the metal plunger tip deliver another few minutes of ink to your nib.

Salvador Dali was one of the last guys I know of who could really draw. I talked to a couple of his "archivists" and they had no information about what type of nib or paper (sizing etc.) he used to draw with. His book "50 Secrets of Magic Craftsmanship" is all about painting, not drawing. Says a wasp once flew into his painting medium, and made it work ten times as smoothly, the theory being that wasps contain blood thinners that also work in linsead oil. He was also a master of "wash" which is when you dilute India Ink or water colors to touch up dried India Ink drawings with a paint brush.

http://www.poynter.org/resource/117521/Dali.jpg

http://vsted.com/Coppermine/displayimage.php?pid=616&fullsize=1

Another replacement of a metal nib is in fact a very thin tipped paint brush, but that's much more difficult to control the line widths of, since you get zero physical pressure feedback, only visual. You can buy India Ink pens that take cartridges that have brush tips. Made in Japan, basically.

"I would be perfectly capable of allowing my left hand to be cut off, but this under the most interesting circumstances imaginable: on the condition, namely, that I might for ten minutes be able to observe Vermeer of Delft seated before his easel as he was painting." - Salvador Dali ("50 Secrets Of Magic Craftsmanship" 1948)

Translation: "A major theme of this present century, and last, and the last, and the last, will be the pursuit of our collective identity."

"One must have noisy celebrations for the populace. Fools love noise, and the masses are fools." - Napoleon

"Reality is obsolete." - Graduate student declarations, year after year, from the underfunded, under-fun "MIT MEDIA LAB."

"What luck for the rulers that people do not think." - Hitler

"Lord, what fools these mortals be!" - Shakespeare

COLLECTIVE?

COLLECTIVE?

Co-FUCKING-LECTIVE?

F U, AND YOU AND YOU AND YOU AND YOU TOO.

Hey, let's call a "crisis" instead of have a cocktail party, using the Internet.

COLLECTIVE?

"If you decide to wage a war for the total triumph of your individuality, you must begin by inexorably destroying those who have the greatest affinity with you. All alliance depersonalizes; everything that tends to the collective is your death; use the collective, therefore, as an experiment, after which strike hard, and remain alone!" - Salvador Dali (The Secret Life of Salvador Dali 1942)

"Myriad loyalties that define that person's identity."

"Increased freedom by heightening empathy."

DOUBLE SPEAK ALERT.

TEXTOOK cases no longer set off (any) alarm bells?

HELLS BELLS.

"An advantage in a world where it seems like enemies are everywhere."

You mean like a bad camping trip? Mosquitoes? Local drug stores have solutions for that. Pure DEET. You stick it on your ankles and neck. Sure, your heard the buzz of being eaten alive, but never actually get stung.

WAR IS GOOD.

COLLECTIVE IDENTITY (i.e. loss of personal identity) is war. War against you, as a person who decides when to eat, or get so drunk you puke, or write a book, or take acid when you are 17, or not become a lawyer like your dad hopes for, badly enough to do anything, including buying "home drug tests" at the drugstore.

Beautiful. I have not seen this in Raphael books, so don't know if I'm being scammed by some Photoshop trend of the week, but do know that Leonardo has a very similar painting which is sublime (if the link breaks look up "Leonardo ferret"):
http://webzoom.freewebs.com/britishferretclub/LADY%20ERMINE%20LEONARDO%20DA%20VINCI.JPG

"In Italy for thirty years under the Borgias they had warfare, terror, murder, bloodshed they produced Michelangelo, Leonardo da Vinci and the Renaissance. In Switzerland they had brotherly love, five hundred years of democracy and peace and what did that produce...? The cuckoo clock." - Orson Wells (words added to screenplay of the film The Third Man 1949)

"If you only knew how hard I worked, you wouldn't call me a genius." - Michelangelo

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Why is prostitution illegal?

Same reason printing money on your inkjet printer is illegal.

But not quite.

Why are consensual crimes illegal?

Who will turn the other into the police (who are, by the way trapped in the middle, oath sworn to uphold the LAW AND ORDER that keeps our modern societies ahead of monkey society)?

Statistics: it's more common by a factor of 10 that a police officer will have (free) sex from a "sex worker" (dirty jaded drug–addled whore) than arrest her.

New York, in the day?

Straight men?

Still exists.

Friends only, sorry.

Best whorehouse in NYC?

http://www.vintagepink.com
http://www.availablepink.com (same place)

TEN TIMES cheaper than our FUCKING governor paid.

A new Boston Tea party is in order. Not because of the oldest profession. But due to PEOPLE WHO DECEIVE US WITH BIBLE-QUALITY RIGHTIOUSNESS, as they TAX us OUR MONEY in order to go awhoring.

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Legalize prostitution instead of prosecute it. Tax it. Same with drugs. That will add enough money for Obama's plan to fight global poverty by giving poor people money, hopefully just enough to give them enough fish to teach them how to how to do something.

Fish.

But also. How to do something else right, minus SUPERSTITION.

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R.U. Sirius tried to ride the coattails of Timothy Leary to fame, having missed out on the Beat Generation and the Summer of Love. He's really a druggie. I don't trust him. More of a politician than a philosopher.

Sirius is one name for the brightest star in the Southern Hemisphere, one that says in place enough to use for navigation and is MUCH brighter than the North Star (actually a binary of two stars) of the Small Dipper that the Big Dipper cup end points to, where water spirals down the shower drain the wrong way, and some idiots claim the moon looks upside down, since people "in China" are standing upside down vs. those of us in Europe and Northern America. That's racist! Chinks see upside down? Come on. Talk about slant-eyed stereotyping!

http://www.micalighting.com/3ptpanel.gif

Let's say you are standing upside down, in China. My Korean girlfriend says they see a bunny in the Moon instead of a "Man in the Moon." Maybe the bunny is upside down.

OMG, I just learned something. The moon *does* look upside down, down under!

http://au.answers.yahoo.com/answers2/frontend.php/question?qid=20070903232817AAJCQTn&show=7

Find the bunny. Down the rabbit hole you must go though. Having just taken LSD again (the only lasting claim to fame of Mr. Sirius), the moon isn't a man or a rabbit. It's god, created by an asteroid the size of Mercury smashing into the Earth when it was still over a thousand degrees.

To my mind, R.U. Sirius looks upside down, as in standing on his head. Is he a hero? Why does he disappear for three years at a time, then suddenly in truly Trust Fund manner, announce a "new project"? Ever since Wired Magazine trumped the zine (which Boing Boing used to be too) Mondo 2000, which you *knew* was losing money because the covers were all original oil paintings. Just kidding, but they cost as much, being printed on very thick card stock in more than four colors.

"Are U Serious" sounds like a Prince Song. EFF (funded by Grateful Dead Head songwriter J.P. Barlow) and the independent creator of the encryption software PGP (Phil Zimmerman) which the MILITARY classified as an export restricted "weapon" (!).

No wonder the NSA and DARPA are now funding quantum computation in Wiley E. Coyote desperation, as is China (who are ahead of us, since kids in the USA are idiots and now instead of 10% it's now 50% of American-trained Ph.D. students who GO BACK TO CHINA where the moon is upside down), who are trying to develop quantum computers for one reason: to break the encryption codes that PGP (public key cryptography) is based on.

But the old saw still holds. "Encryption always wins." Why? First it was computer power. Personal computers could up the prime number bits from 28 to 128 to 256, while NSA super computers could do the same but become less and less able to FACTOR large prime numbers and thus break the public keys of the bad guys, such as drug dealers or pedophiles or arms dealers etc.

But a quantum computer would factor a million digit prime in no time at all, in fact, in some way, yesterday.

What nobody realizes is that time actually runs backwards. We really do choose our parents. Actually it runs in two dimensions, more or less sideways, but though "god is in the details" these are not details, just the fact that two humans accelerated through two slits will result in a blood spatter pattern that shows that we too can act as waves, as soon as we can accelerate people fast enough.

Encryption Always Wins. Quantum computers? Try those on enfolded knot-theory public key cryptography. Try those on messages ENCRYPTED via quantum computation, Ludites. In the meantime, end the Drug War, so you can fight real crime, SUCH AS SOME KID BRINGING CANDY TO SCHOOL.

Liars. They are both patenting MIND READING as well as shutting these secret classified patents up by issuing misleading ones. Sub-vocalization in the neck MUSCLES is literally thinking outloud, practically speaking outload. Do you think, no, that putting the detection electrodes (now that computers are powerful enough to decode the weirdness of how the brain codes things) a little bit up the line of causation to the base of the skull instead of the neck, you know where the muscles impulses are still created, but then attenuated from reaching the neck by the hypothalamus in your forehead might be a better way to read thoughts, and even the difference between "Yeah, BoingBoing.net is really great. I love it!" vs. the cynically toned version of the same sentence: "YEAH....BoingBoing dot is...REALLY greeeeaat. I...LOVE it"? A second electrode will pick up sarcasm, irony or cynicism independently in a simple way, along with an infrared spectral based hormone blood level test indicator of anti-stress vs. stress hormone corisol vs. testosterone.

This is a child's play report about what they are really doing. Namely, the mind-reading part is passe, even. The signal to lift your finger is detectable 1/3 of a second before you can consciously push a button to indicate your decision to do so, even though video game generation studies indicate that it's only 1/100 a second to decide to shoot a bad guy before you push the trigger of the plastic gun on a wire.

And if you cut the brain in two, it makes it much easier to get the location of the plans of caught spies, since then you have TWO independent people to talk to. If you Scotch Tape an index card to their nose, then show the right eye a message (which oddly enough is routed to the left brain since the nerves cross over) to "drink a sip of water", then you ask the OTHER side of the brain (via sound-isolating earphones) "why" they took a drink of water, guess what happens? That side of the brain that merely observed the body taking a drink of water? It says: "because I was thirsty."

Having given up LSD "truth serum" research, which merely made people laugh at their Spy vs. Spy questions, the CIA had to rely on certain really loud Spice Girls songs, repeated for two weeks in solitary confinement, which made anybody confess to anything, uselessly.

Now they have a few new tools. Mad science has arrived. We officially live in the future now, but we wont hear about the real results for another 20 years, most of it being classified, and a propaganda campaign of publishing of minor (and dirt boring obvious) results will entice and excite us for now.

NikFromNYC (former DARPA funded Harvard researcher)

Ladybugs are beatles. So are both German (small) and American (huge) cockroaches. My two NYC cats means that we never see live roaches 'round here, but cats being so proud, they drop dead things in their path, thus I praise the invention of the Dyson rechargeable hand-held vacuum cleaner. No, wait, then the roach is still there in the cyclonic bag-free collector.

Ugh, no, I actually praise box-packing tape and garbage men ("sanitation engineers"). It's funny since down in our doorman lobby, there is an extermination sign-up list, and roaches seem to infest certain apartments over and over again, like recurrent cancer.

Mice are different. Rats can't climb up on the upper floors of buildings in Manhattan, but mice can and do. Here is a video of my black cat eating one, leaving a broken tail behind. Oh thank god, I can't find the video, just a still which leaves out how she licked it for an hour before eating it in one minutes, from head to tail:
http://s68.photobucket.com/albums/i14/SnickSnack/Cats/?action=view¤t=LuluMouse.jpg

But what about the beetles that live in our eyebrows, keeping them free of dandruff?
http://www.newscientist.com/data/images/ns/cms/dn10184/dn10184-1_500.jpg

Are they cool too?

One of the funniest and funnest things about Manhattan is that every old building (meaning 90% of them) have old "Farmer Joe" type of wooden-slat-barrel water tanks on top of them, held together by rusty but tenacious iron bands.

Manhattan, when Columbia University was the first big development uptown, back before they flattened the island with dynamite and used the gravel to fill in its several swampy rivers was...farmland!

I want to dig up the picture of Columbia with plowed fields all around it...but I only have my own copy, and copyright is likely over on it by now, so I'll upload it:
http://s68.photobucket.com/albums/i14/SnickSnack/Columbia/?action=view¤t=lowcorn.jpg

And here are the water towers, thanks to Google:
http://www.bilderbook.org/tag_e_book/newyork_water_towers/pictures/

You left something out. Something was not added. "The Community."

FastSeduction.com is the D&D version of it. Thousands of men, all "keyboard jockeys" who don't get laid.

I cannot publicly offer links, since the people involved are very small self-published types. But if you are in Europe, go to:
http://www.badboylifestyles.com/webUI/eng/

Or in the USA:
http://www.bradppresents.com

Hint: "chat rooms" ain't it. Girls at grocery stores and Meetup.com singles meet parties are much much better.

"This guy was CIA in his youth was he not?"

So was Timothy Leary.

Do not spit on graves of the brave, despite foibles, youthful indiscretions, or eventual jabs at youth.

Voltaire. Oscar Wilde. Bucky Fuller. Richard Feynman.

"How many times have you used LSD?" - Steve Jobs' interview question for the Macintosh computer project team applicants.

Philosophical quandary for males: what if your were bored with your girlfriend. Really bored. And along comes a Miss Piggy type, age 19 instead of 39, so fat is really just baby fat, and, well, you know, she, uh, "gets it" in bed. But like a real pig she has bad facial skin. Like you are learning to real braille by caressing her on the face, even though her piggies and ribs and rumpus are all better than you've ever seen in a porn? What do you do? A "two bagger" means to turn the lights off and put a bag on her head, possibly not just one. What do you do? Every man I have ever asked this question of, said it was a stupid question because not only do superior brains and breasts correlate, on average, but so does clear skin, all organs being healthy or unhealthy at once, or not.

Meep meep! More ACME Co. rockets needed, and suspension of the laws of both nature and man.

When in the Course of airport events, it becomes necessary for one airport to dissolve the customer service bands which have connected them with consumers, and to assume among the steely powers of the night sky, a separate station to which the Laws of Nature and of Nature's God entitle them, a decent respect to the opinions of consumers requires that they should declare the causes which impel them to the separation.

We hold these truths to be self-evident, that if all men are fingerprintable then no man if fingerprintable, that men are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty the pursuit of Happiness and no inked fingers at airports.

The right of the bus riders or sky bus riders to be secure in their persons, houses, papers, and effects, against unreasonable searches and seizures, shall not be violated, and no Warrants shall issue, but upon probable cause.

Who? Actually if you mean me, since I've had awful memories coming back to me tonight about the prison that was suburban high school in Minnesota, full of underpaid emotionally-abusive teachers.

But nobody said the "STUPID NIGGERS WERE GETTING UPPITY" did they?

It was only when I finally moved to college in NYC that I saw how cute Asians, Hispanics and college-bound blacks etc. were so that would not be the spirit any message I would express.

If I did use a slur, I meant white niggers, of course, nigga. Whitebread? Ah, that's pretty much not a slur since its hard to slur your own kind, since I am white, "whitebread" being a bastardized compound word, meaning "white bred" as in having only "white" (in my case Greek, English, and Dutch) ancestors.

What does "slur" mean?
Let's do a little research, namely my eight pound dictionary.

Slur merely means to pass over lightly without due consideration. Well, given two hours, I certainly didn't slur. But your one-liner indeed, by definition does count as a slur.

So lets look at "racist":
It's included only in racism: "The notion that one's own ethnic stock is superior."

Not satisfying. Let's get out the twenty-two pound dictionary:
Slur: "An insulting or disparaging remark or innuendo."
Racist: really long, but says same thing as above.

So does whoever you are asking to retract a "racist slur" likely "care to" to so?

NO.

Why? Because calling an opponent of your self-image-based idiocy a 'racist' is an ad hominem attack unworthy of other than an essay flavored round-about response.

Having been bantering to my Korean lawyer girlfriend about this, I don't think a racist slur was included in this thread, except there *was* indeed a sexist issue I hadn't noticed before, so I assume you mean that females are of a different "race" than males? My romantic life supports this idea, but I didn't say that. You did! If by race you mean rat-race, then indeed I agree, but the one statement that is alone singular in its PROFOUND SEXISM is:

NAMELY: "Hitting...in self-defense...is prohibited."

Since self-defense includes the criminal act of rape, and this little booklet forbids it, that means if you are a female being RAPED, you cannot fight back, on or off campus.

Nor, since females are little huggie bunnies, can you express your innate femaleness at school, which you must attend, as mandated by government.

I love hanging out with females as "just friends" instead of males, for this very reason, despite being straight as an arrow. Why? I can *hug* them, even snuggle, sniff and tickle, and a fact stands that sexually active straight males don't like to snuggle, sniff or tickle each other mainly because guys are about as fun to snuggle with as it is fun to snuggle up at night to a cinder block instead of a down pillow, especially since warm touch gives us men homophobically weird erections.

Troll.

From their handbook:

"Students may not wear potentially distracting signs to call attention to them. This includes, but is not limited to, birthday or other congratulatory signs. 5th dress code violation. Same as 3rd violation, except student receives three days in ALC for defiance of authority."

"Skin-tight outer clothing, such as spandex, is prohibited unless it is worn for a school-sponsored extracurricular activity (for example, dance or wrestling)."

Sharia Law:

"Tank tops and other sleeveless tops are permitted only if the straps are wider than 1 ½ inches (3 inch straps required at Shepherd) and the armholes are no lower than 2 inches from the armpit."

"Clothing or attire by which an adolescent female student does not wear a bra or underwear..."

Racist Whitebread rule:

"Bandannas, hairnets, and do-rags are prohibited."

No Matrix look:

"Trench coats and other oversized clothing that can conceal contraband are prohibited."

God if only this applied to NYC taxi drivers:

"Students are expected to bathe and groom themselves regularly so that any lack of personal hygiene is not annoying or disruptive to students or staff."

No Native Americans or Africans:

"Secondary students may use cosmetics. Heavy mascara and other use of cosmetics that give the student a disturbing or distracting appearance is prohibited. Face paint is prohibited."

And you must in 1950 manner conform, period:

"Shepherd students are expected to exhibit respect toward
other students and staff members. Respect is defined as....being polite and cheerful and follow the norms of society."

And politically correct too:

"Hitting...in self-defense...is prohibited."

"No open beverages are permitted, including water."

"Hair that is dyed in unnatural shades or is disruptive to the learning environment is not permitted."

"Because students’ eyes must be visible, hair may not hang past the forehead or cover their eyes."

"Skateboards are not allowed on campus due to...vandalism."

"Nonessential items (balloons, stuffed animals, flowers, gifts, etc.) are not permitted on campus."

Extension of school policy to one's entire life:

"All rules dealing with student behavior also are enforced while students are en route to school or going home after school and at all before- and after-school activities."

Stasi environment:

"ID must be worn on a lanyard around the neck or clipped to collar (not cargo pockets, belts, cuffs, etc.). ID will bechecked each hour as student enters and leaves classroom."

IN OTHER WORDS: YOUTH IS NOT PERMITTED!!!

This isn't a bad school, even though it *is* one on paper. That's always been the case. What makes it a bad school is that they are actually, bureaucratically, actually following throwing the book at kids, for being kids.

Look out though. My mechanical rebellion towards you shall be joined by computer savy kids who know how to look up your security system (and standardized textbook test answers) on Goggle, based on brand-names like SONITROL, and they can look up the entire wiring diagram for your building, and look up where each administrator went to school, and can install their own highly embarrassing (to you) hidden cameras in your HOUSE, and tap your phones, wirelesslessly. Kids of age 17 have nothing better to do in your tired suburban communities.

My advice to you is to encourage youthful energies instead of repress them. How? STOP MAKING IT COOL TO REBEL. How? Draw a different line in the sand. Criminality is expulsion. But respect their right under common law to not be x-rayed, or metal-detected, or locker-searched, or forcefully pumped up with prozac. STOP THAT STUFF. NOW. Or we old folk will tell them our real tricks, not the obvious ones, and you will have a real rebellion on your hands, no matter how much your crappy sex life makes you jealous of young girls having more fun than you did when you were their age.

Just more hugs as protest? How about buying a a case of orange box cutters, collecting blood in buckets, mixing it with their cut-off hair and throwing the gunk at the school? Oh, I see, it's just *girls* involved. Sorry. Guys don't hug.

[Note to high school students: most high schools use a master lock system, so the after-hours janitor can empty the trash. All you need to is steal one lock from a neglected area of the school and file a key blank to fit the SECOND set of tumblers inside the lock, so they all sit flush with the disassembled lock cylinder. That key will open almost any door in the school, often including minor hidden side-doors in the heart of darkness, then it will open the principle's reception rooms, and her office too. You must first disable any alarm systems (you know, little magnet boxes on top of doors or hooked to windows or microphone monitor boxes or cameras, arriving to class early, when you then turned off by and clipping their wires, which you then strip and twist together then tuck away so it looks fine. Do this weekly for a few months, and they'll give up on it. Obviously don't tell the whole football team about this or they'll play the "good cop/bad copy" trick of lying that all your friends already narced on you, so you will get off easier if you narc on them too. That's called the "prisoner's dilemma." Initial "hints" such as super-gluing her phone down work wonders. If the crazy people who like to emotionally abuse students do not take such hints well, a legally purchased bucket of crickets or a pig's head can do wonders. They'll install metal detectors, expecting another "school shooting" or truly terrorist activity. That is not your intent, nor your psychological intent. That's all in their mind, so that's their problem.]

Coconut milk, unlike bitter instead of sweet cow milk, tastes like human milk. High milage lapdance days in NYC were the source of this observation.

A search shows that sites that sell coconut bras are all out of D cups, but also indicate that coconuts can indeed be polished to look like a spotted ebony.

A search for coconut lumber (akin to bamboo lumber) only turns up normal forestry having nothing to do with the fruit.

On drying, coconut shells tend to crack after a few weeks, so a quick inner scrapping/sanding/drying followed by a scooped on coating of fiberglass in epoxy would make such projects last longer. Enough 1/16" fiberglass filler makes epoxy not run.

A computer is like a monkey, except much further away from being able to think than a monkey. So let's put the monkey on speed, and cage not ten thousand monkeys, but ten trillion.

The Singularity is the day Mankind learns how to program a massively parallel computer. The singularity is software, not hardware based.

Free Will Paradox by NikFromNYC:

If you were born the same, lived the same life until this moment, would you still be typing what you are now typing, or reading this question?

If not, you have no free will since randomness rules your fate, not will.

Simulation Paradox by NikFromNYC:

If, by odds, we are living in a simulation, then by rights, by logic alone, those who are simulating our reality are also living in a simulation.

Why am I crying?

Because somewhere I know we are neither without free will, nor living in a simulation.

"Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more; it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing." - William Shakespeare (Macbeth 1606)

Yet if you were simulating a world would you not call that world's best wordsmith "Shake Spear" just as a joke?

Yet there isn't just heaven. Hell is knowing that simulators simulate simulators, in a closed, timeless circle, the only hope being that the Yin-Yang of that circle is really a spiral moving towards something, in spacetime, but not in space, nor in time.

"I wondered if I was in a prison being tortured, and why I remembered having heard it said that people learn through suffering,' and in view of what I was seeing, the inadequacy of this saying struck me so much that I said, aloud, to suffer is to learn.' With that I became unconscious again, and my last dream immediately preceded my real coming to. It only lasted a few seconds, and was most vivid and real to me, though it may not be clear in words. A great Being or Power was travelling through the sky, his foot was on a kind of lightning as a wheel is on a rail, it was his pathway. The lightning was made entirely of the spirits of innumerable people close to one another, and I was one of them. He moved in a straight line, and each part of the streak or flash came into its short conscious existence only that he might travel. I seemed to be directly under the foot of God, and I thought he was grinding his own life out of my pain. Then I saw that what he had been trying with all his might to do was change his course, to bend the line of lightening to which he was tied, in the direction in which he wanted to go. I felt my flexibility and helplessness, and knew that he would succeed. He bended me, turning his corner by means of my hurt, hurting me more than I had ever been hurt in my life, and at the acutest point of this, as he passed, I saw. I understood for a moment things I have now forgotten, things that no one could remember while retaining sanity. The angle was an obtuse angle, and I remember thinking as I woke that had he made it a right or acute angle, I should have suffered and seen' more, and should probably have died. He went on and I came to. In that moment the whole of my life passed before me, including each little meaningless piece of distress, and I understood them. This was what it had all meant, this was the piece of work it had all been contributing to do. I did not see God's purpose, I only saw his intentness and his entire relentlessness towards his means. He thought no more of me than a man thinks of hurting a cork when he is opening wine, or hurting a cartridge when he is firing. And yet, on waking, my first feeling was, and it came with tears, Domine non sum digna,' for I had been lifted into a position for which I was too small. I realized that in that half hour under ether I had served God more distinctly and purely than I had ever done in my life before, or than I am capable of desiring to do. I was the means of his achieving and revealing something, I know not what or to whom, and that, to the exact extent of my capacity for suffering. While regaining consciousness, I wondered why, since I had gone so deep, I had seen nothing of what the saints call the love of God, nothing but his relentlessness. And then I heard an answer, which could only just catch, saying, Knowledge and Love are One, and the measure is suffering' I give the words as they came to me. With that I finally come to (Into what seemed a dream world compared with the reality of what I was leaving), and I saw that what would be called the cause' of my experience was a slight operation under insufficient ether, in a bed pushed up against a window, a common city window in a common city street. If I had to formulate a few of the things I then caught a glimpse of, they would run somewhat as follows: The eternal necessity of suffering and its eternal vicariousness. The veiled and incommunicable nature of the worst sufferings; the passivity of genius, how it is essentially instrumental and defenseless, moved, not moving, it must do what it does; the impossibility of discovery without its price; finally, the excess of what the suffering seer' or genius pays over what his generation gains.... I perceived also in a way never to be forgotten, the excess of what we see over what we can demonstrate. And so on! these things may seem to you delusions, or truisms; but for me they are dark truths, and the power to put them into even such words as these has been given me by an ether dream." (Woman quoted in The Varieties of Religious Experience by William James, 1902)

Philosophy Paradox by NikFromNYC:

It is blogs run by science fiction writers and readers that ponder Philosophy, not academic Philosophers. No professional philosophers even acknowledge technology or how science changed things, whereas philosophy, perhaps rightly, runs in circles.

Singularity Fear:

When any kid with a non-bound quark chemistry set can destroy the world, just to try it, except it's not reversible.

Non-Singularity Fear:

The speed of light FOREVER locks us in a prison in which we never find signals from alien life, since we were indeed a SINGULAR experiment, thus we are are already in hell, our simulation sitting in the solar powered cell phone memory of a cell-phone computer, destined to an entropy-death in an ever more rapidly expanding universe land dump of the simulator society. Our future children wont even be able to see the stars, since space will soon be expanding faster than the speed of light.

Use Photoshop to flip the image, horizontally. That matches moods and motives of each character MUCH better. Notice that a blue clad person is pointing to the center from the RIGHT side thus, casting doubt on the divinity of the female with a beard Son of God.

Also note the higher actual amount of sublimity of the Galactica image. Why Because Christ is not only androgynous (a machine), but is also invisible to everybody else, more or less, being looked at by only 4 people instead of 9.

A wet-robot Cyclon indeed would be more godlike than St. Paul's version of Christ.

"Amazingly, I predict that every person posting comments, as well as the submitter of the original article, will vote for a president and congressmen who continue the TSA debacle."

We don't get to vote for issues. Only for people. One angry old white guy. One angry old white eggless wonder. Or a virile half-black man who (death sentence worthy of traditional Islam) converted away from Mohamadism.

See, the way we work it here, given this system, now corrupted here and there, less so because of BLOGS, is hire the person who has the most power of presence, then we judge him positively or negatively by giving him a cooperative or antagonistic congress, or refuse to elect him to a second term.

TSA? That's not what we are allowed to vote for. The TSA just put up a web site. They had to shut it down in a day. Too many millions of comments. And they cannot really tell people how to easily blow up a plane, can they. Should they? No.

The real problem is just like the situation with school teachers throughout the ages. Minor tyrants, especially those with neoprene gloved STRIP SEARCH warrants, flock to positions of power. Jesus would say to give these people a hug. But that will get you buggered, and your grandma too.

I think the best policy would be to require *all* TSA agents to already have girlfriends or wives, and put all of them through "male sensitivity training" so they can be sensitive to stressed-out (PLANE LEAVING NOW) males, who, due to testosterone have little patience for shoe searches.

My god, can't they add an x-ray machine at ground level for that sort of thing? Or? Or what?

Another case of minimum wage burocratas (Spanish term) strutting their stuff?

"Looks are worth the price."

Unless she's a bitch.

Then she should be paying you, not the other way around.

One person who was not a bitch, and the exception that proves the rule is Patsy Cline. A cutting edge stereo system, you own. A girl who has not whipped her shirt off for you yet has come to your bachelor pad to watch a video or look at your "Europe Pictures" and two "complete collections" of Patsy Cline's FIVE CD SET, and you, my dear son, have given her the auditory experience of her life, so be careful, or she'll become your wife.

*That* is the ageless experience ($150 iPod headphones be damned) that any bachelor who can't afford Rembrandts, Swarovski chandeliers, and parquet floors can SENSUALLY offer a date. This shows PASSION in something, and passion in anything, pleasure in pleasure is better than the easy life of the trust fund kiddies of old who merely hired undocumented citizens to strum an untuned yukalaylee or two around. The Rembrandts are $5 a museum ticket, even free for students. I think I seduced all of my several but no bragging rights number of girlfriends using my stereo system, period.

Best album to knock boots to, and I sincerely hope, with no hope, that this isn't dated advice, but is 'Tattoo You' by the Stones.

I see, this is the five-minute "hype" model of making money. This free Vol. I album sucks. Guess what "Ghosts" means? There are NO LYRICS about animal f*cking. Why? Because there are no lyrics at ALL; that's their "new direction". It's mildly edgy elevator music, like a goth rock version of Moby. And I'm supposed to fork over $5 (+) to hear another 4 albums worth of this junk? Yeah, as ambient music (and indeed I own 'Music for Airports' by Eno), it's not cutting edge. Instead download 'Ministry' or 'Thrill Kill Kult' or especially 'Cabaret Voltaire', 'Arcane Device' and last but best 'Skinny Puppy' or (rather obscure) 'Stereotaxic Device', and even dabble in some work by 'Throbbing Gristle'.

Re-mix this with the Beatles or Eminem? It will be like your pink t-shirt staining your white socks.

So does NIN get any money when some kid mixes this with the Beatles? And that is the real question in the age of remix-ability. Do the Beatles get any money? Does the kid?

What else to we voluntarily pay for that we can get for free? Subliminal advertising wont really pay the bills, despite the "Buy Coke!" embedded in every track (actually, "Buy Cocaine!"). Certain bits of shareware (about 10% that we use a lot and get sick of chasing bug fixes of). I bought an authentic NIN t-shirt. My name being NIK I want to screenprint an NIK version, ha ha, but just for myself. Water? Like a utility that is almost free? I do not own a subscription to cable TV, but I am up-to-date on the Terminator series, so that doesn't count since the advertisements are absent.

We pay for physical objects that we cannot make ourselves. An iron-on inkjet version of my NIN t-shirt would look like crap after two washes, nor (even though I already have the backwards 'K' graphics for my own NIK t-shirt have I ever gotten around to using my real screen printer to run of one or two durable shirts).

The answer is human skin lamp shades. They must develop laboratory clones lamp shades from the skin of various celebrities. Alas, DNA is even easier to copy than music. Bad idea.

Perfume made from the actual sweat of celebrities!!! That cannot currently be made in a simple lab.

Sperm samples? But no matter how cool Mr. Rezner is, I don't want him to cuckold me, despite the reassurance that I was merely the thousandth husband to have that done to.

Hair! You can't grow hair in a lab. It's simple to authenticate. Sell toenails and hair. Galileo's middle finger is in a museum, pointing towards the Vatican. Probably worth ten million on Ebay.

Real casts of erect sex toys wont work, since rock stars are compensating for a lack of such things. Hey, why didn't the Greeks ever put utilitarian instead of flaccid examples of rock hard anatomy, like the Roman's of Pompei always did?

Making a copy of a Hummer (but heavier and with a bigger motor and a real winch and positive-tracking drive) isn't "stealing" in the moral sense. It's like an everlasting patent for a chair with four legs. Even then, if not for profit, you are indeed allowed to build one for your own use, exactly copying the design of any four legged chair you favor.

Oh, I hate to think it, but governmental *taxes* are one solution, but re-distributed to who? Corruption alert. Bad idea.

What about a pill you take and you hear a full "audiophonic" 3D sound of a song? So you buy a bottle of songs. Sorry, being a vampire, I sometimes forget mortality issues vs. modern day solutions.

Do we *want* to reward artists with MILLIONS of dollars just because they earn millions of listeners in an age in which a million PERFECT copies of their work costs them NOTHING to create, and perfect recordings are a couple grand of computer equipment (along with one grand for good microphones)? Maybe not.

Yet do we then want to give our innate (likely evolved) desire to exist in a word populated by about 100-at-a-time "celebrities"? We are evolved monkeys. Naked. Upright walking. Upright citizens, too.

But so too is there a backlash that as CD manufacturing became dirt cheap, CD prices stayed at $14, so for the one hit song among the filler (hello Prince!), we had to pay $14 for that one song. Now this same industry that screwed over both Prince and their customers is suing the hell out of welfare mom's who wouldn't be able to afford a full Prince collection in the first place.

I'm not surprised that NIN along with Prince are the bands who are grasping for a new business model and that Britney is cutting her hair off.

Come on, these aren't for locking your bike. They are for waiting in the bushes and ambushing little bike-thieving brats, especially in out-of-the-way locations where you can then sodomize them and steal their money, so you can buy a new lock. Good luck explaining to police why you are handcuffed to a bike rack with your pants missing and a condom next tossed five feet away. "Uh, officer, I was just picking up my bike here, though it seems to be missing, and..."

Who's Natalie Merchant? Let's Pirate Bay her entire life's work and find out! Aw heck, only one of her albums is on there. I'd have to sample dozens of songs at the iTunes store. Nah. Sorry Natalie. But wait, they are user-*rated* there, so I'd just have to test the top three. Here goes.... Popish country music. Nah. Sorry again, Natalie, I'm not in your tribe.

Ban Etch-a-Sketch. Contains highly explosive aluminum powder and component of thermite: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Thermite

Besides I want a servo-motor version (one with exact feedback of position in case the stepper motor skips a step).

No wait, I want the Etch-a-Sketch company version. One that takes batteries and reproduce "dollar bill engraving" quality versions of all 1950s'-60s centerfolds.

Better yet, link to a digital camera, a it will create frame-by-frame rendering of classic movies like 'The Devil in Miss Jones', in grayscale engravings.

The technology exists is being improved:
http://blog.makezine.com/archive/2007/06/james_lebron_etchasketch.html

And there is some precedent:
http://www.flickr.com/photos/etchasketchist/2145237762/

http://www.etch-a-porn.com is not registered. Fair use doctrine might apply to even copyrighted work if you call it "creative art." I'll settle for subtitles ("oh yeah, oh yeah, harder baby, mmmmm!")

Blast! I wanted to spend my millions on the gun that killed Andy Warhol not that of some weird loser who killed a killer who tried to kill a killer. Andy lived with his mom until the day he prematurely died, never recovering from either his skin condition or the bullet wound inflicted by the girl who wrote the Society to Cut Up Men (SCUM) Manifesto.

Oh lord, I forgot to mention so many things. The computer setup for iTunes and my iPod setup. Both are just $275 add-ons, one having it's own very good DAC (digital-to-audio-converter) that hooks up by digital USB, and the other using the already good DAC within 5G or earlier iPods, but which is *not* contained with the latest 6G ones. Those so far have *no* solution available to get good audio out of them (via a dock/pre-amp/volume control such as http://www.psiberaudio.com/catalogue.htm) , no matter how high of MP3 bitrate you use.

There is a big elephant in the room here. Coat hangers. Most high school kids don't have any; most college kids have ones that were collected from their parent's dry-cleaning service; and then one fine day, you go out and buy a box of good cigars, a case of vintage 1994 port wine, and heavy, formed and varnished coat hangers. Do these *work* better than just piling your pressed suits or t-shirts in a piles on an old pine bookcase? No. But do you feel better in your clothes? That's a rhetorical question, the same question of whether *entry* level "high-end" audio cables ($100 vs. $20K for the "religious" ones) "sound better" than lamp cord? Besides, coat hangers are a very unfair comparison. They are solid, very high gauge wire, not available in *flexible* spools. No wonder they sound awesome!

The number one improvement you could do for a stereo is to run it off of a series of car batteries that you charge at night, and rip out any transformers. I run a battery-operated (el-cheapo) SONY CD portable player as my "drive" but it has a DIGITAL optical cable output that I run through a high end (but no longer sold so the ones these days are likely quite better) digital-to-audio converter, and use high end class-A (transistors always on so it's always hot), run through $80/each cables, to coaxial driver speakers. In other words, for $5000, I'm at the point of no further return except for another $1000 for a single penny's worth of improvement.

But the worst, utterly worst aspect of the history of "high end audiophilia" is that their standard measure of performance was how close a stereo system (always with only two speakers back in the day!) was how close it came to a "live performance." In other words it was just classical music, since all modern music is electronically generated or modified anyway. Ever heard a *live* Pink Floyd concert? Or even Prince concert? Come on, guys, you go to see the performance, to connect emotionally to the performer, not to hear the very distorted and echo-filled audio along with ten thousand screaming fans, a hundred who are within stone's throw of your delicate ears.

How to fark a girl. They already know what they want, and "introduce you" to their illegal in Texas and Virginia silicone friend that take batteries since their last two boyfriends evidently lacked spit and creative fingers.

This blog has a history of mocking liquids confiscation by TSA, who tried to make pop-rocks explosive (acetone dioxide) with no time to filter it and set it off.

But liquids A + B from a hardware store, both which look like water can make WWI trench gas. Says so right on the label. Do not mix Ammonia with Bleach (sodium hypocholorite). Why? Gives off plumes of highly toxic chorine gas. That would not only kill a few hundred passengers, but also any pilots that share the ventilation system of the plane.

Stealing of expensive perfumes is another thing, and about a hundred bottles of it would indeed add to $31M.

The solution? TSA people should HAND out FREE bottled water and even baby formula, and for us old jaded types, a jigger of whisky or three.

"Best have a few beers (more) , Nik"

You wish. That would make my mind connect to higher planes of thought, which are not to be located or relocated or renunciated or renounced, 'round here.

Sometimes a joke is just a joke.

KILL FOR A THRILL

People who copy books can't afford them in the first place, lest why else would they be copying them?

Don't live his life. Just wear a logo of him on your FARKING SHOE OR TWO?

Hunter was not a normal guy. The connection between his Amiglia and hi hippocampus was congenitally slight, if not absent.

Walk a mile in his moccasins? BASTARDIZATION ALERT.

Walk a day in his life, barefoot.

I declare barefoot day.

It's all Greek to me, I mean FRACTALS. Next stop: tacky city. I want to believe, but in this lifetime thankyou, since exploring every new Celtic meander algorithm for a Van Gogh (rhymes with "cough" in NYC art world circles or you get eye-rolled) tonic rise in my pulse, is getting a bit old, faster and faster as I turn from 10 to 20 to 30 to 40.

Mathematical art is akin to monkeys at ten million typewriters. It takes a HUMAN to select the "good" ones, still, DOESN'T it? And if you choose normal humans even, you get tackiness once again, as in landscapes with jumping unicorns, meaning people merely chose what is most calming and least stimulating or affective.

This is a variation on "Man Bites Dog."

About once a decade it re-appears. Usually in this form:

Two men trying to steal copper wire from high voltage lines were...

oh you know the rest.

The trick is to find motorcycle conventions, then chain the front doors and fire escapes and steal all the bikes.

The universe was created when normal thickness lasagna noodles of infinite extent (thus rendering them effectively one-dimensional membranes) stuck together and then were rudely pulled apart while being stirred by the great cook in the sky, named Olga. That this corresponded to a 128 sided object, also, had to do with the fact that the metal pasta stirring wand had 128 nodes on it.

I met my roommate one day. We had assigned rooms. He kept talking about Olga. His thesis the I think he did finally finish was about "Russian peasant immigration in 1885". He was so depressed about Olga not having a visa to even visit. Then she visited. And Olga was the spitting image of a porn star. I had never seen such a sexy yet humbly beautiful girl in my entire life, and that includes my first girlfriend.

So yeah, there are theory, and then there are THEORIES, and this one happens to be qualitatively (of a different category of coolness than their competitors) better than others. It's Olga, from nowhere.

In some sense this list has a erie analogy to the blogosphere, especially now that most of it has a comments section:

(1) Mindlessly Taking the First Small Step.

"Since certain Jews and Koreans have the highest IQ, then they should interbreed (along with us gifted white guys)."

(2) Dehanization of others.

"What me worry? Who am I talking to, in this text format, without even avatar images of us, or real names. My name in NikFromNYC. You don't know me."

(3) De-individualization of Self (anonymity).

Again, you can't look up NikFromNYC in the Yellow Pages. A private investegator or really cute hot red-head girl who is stalking me might find out what I am (by asking), but otherwise, I'm "anonymous."

(4) Diffusion of Personal Responsibility.

A few beers and there is no reason for me to ever log onto this comment thread again.

(5) Blind Obedience to Authority.

Do I choose which topics to comment upon? No.

(6) Uncritical Conformity to Group Norms.

Must be witty. Say something pithy. Write a short manifesto. DO NOT BE BORING.

(7) Passive Tolerance of Evil through Inaction, or Indifference.

Spending my time on the internet exactly equates to inaction.

***

Note however, that Abu Ghraib, despite being not such a bad idea (torturing weirdos who stick their butts in the air six times a day, when classic Greek Religion says to face Mars, not Mecca!) Hey guys, let's kill people who wont let girls go to school, ha ha.

Every balmy summer, colera would kill first 1000, then 10K, then 70K a year. And *that* is what started the mapping of London. The further up, in the sky, people were from the Thames, the lack of cholera they had. This is all in James Burke's 'Connections' documentary series, so I didn't like make it up. But he has computer models (in 1980!) showing the contours that they figured out in 1850! So what did they do? Spent today's equivalent of about ten or twenty Space Stations worth of "do it now!!!" cash on draining the sewers out to high tide sea instead of into the Thames. And that was a pretty cool thing to do, and saved about a million lives a year for decades, to this day.

3 "three pee" O was obviously a fag. But what about R2D2. He was into the princess, but saved her and what did she do instead of hugging him? Ditched him for her brother! Crazy woman. Wait, that was redundant. I merely meant: woman.

You mean the French? The reason they don't eat much is their waiters refuse to tell even the locals what the menu means. They just roll their eyes, and keep odd hours, like "Sorry, cannot serve you now" since we are not open, even though we seated you. The French are starving.

Actually, it's about fat. That's the point. But I wont go there, just give homework to avid fans of being smart and sexy: Books.

"Good Calories/Bad Calories"

"Protein Power"

Turns out, steak and eggs for breakfast, lunch and dinner makes you SKINNY. I didn't know. Now I do. Nerd alert. Get chicks by being skinnier, and better informed.

Look at the situation. Food pyramid. Both in the 70's, now the 10's, both PYRAMIDS say "PIG OUT ON PASTA AND BREAD." Guess what, fatty? That's why you be fat. It's not your fault.

Darth Vader = Ancil Keys. Scientific specialization allowed JUNK science to convince everybody to eat pasta and bread (and cereal), all day.

Can you say three million deaths from diabetes a year. That's blood on someone's hands? Who? Read the books and find out.

There is no dark side of the moon. In fact it's all dark.

PINK FLOYD

Interesting. But how many of us have alterable stairs?

Better idea. Two pieces of plywood and a jigsaw. THROW AWAY YOUR BOXSPRING, in your BED. Make a space there. A whole library of books will fit there.

What else is a "box spring" good for? It doesn't even have any *springs* it, on average!!! It's just dead space crappy wood and staples with no give at all. And do you really want your bed to bend under your mattress anyway? Why? Wasn't life on a 3" thick futon during your college days enough torture?

Carl Sagan died very quickly of a very obscure cancer because his science was crappy. He was trying to create "Mars Dust" in the lab, and my friend, Mike H., figured out how to seal the stupid vacuum pipes so it actually started chucking out red soil solids. But before that? It was not only spewing mercury all over the place (and thus friend Mike was almost sued by an idiotic female graduate student for turning her gold engagement ring gray), but OZONE was wafting into the lab, daily. Ozone is a DNA killer. He died of it. Cross my heart, this is not a made-up story. He was NOT on the ball when it came to his "planetary science" laboratory at Cornell, NY.

This sort of thing was the norm ideal of the original Whole Earth Catalog (the eventually drove Stewart Brand crazy, as in stark raving mad), which was inspired by Bucky Fuller, yet also included a firm handshake with Paolo Soleri, a seemingly benevolent guru of an architect in Arizona (?), in which volunteers showed up to build a dream city.

http://images.google.com/images?ie=UTF-8&oe=utf8&q=arcosanti+paolo+soleri&um=1&sa=N&tab=wi

God that image is beautiful though. Almost nothing is know about Gaudi himself, the guy who had a whole country (Spain) support his ideas.

What about dust? Sure, I want shoelaces that last forever, or a way to tie up girls so they wont get way, like last time.

I like to use water as an analogy. Cut water in two. Whoah, dude, it's back together again!!! We should tie our shoes with this stuff.

Or Terminator Two. Whoah, dude, we shot holes in him and he just magnetically comes together again. We should tie our shoes with that stuff. Metal laces!

Is this stuff by any measure, uh, STICKY? Try using a Post-It note on a concrete wall, even once, not to mention five or fifty times.

Another Usenet (Google Groups) user here. Skipped the BBS systems since my brother was "connected" as were most computer-related companies, so they all had single CDs that contained *all* pirate software, including chemistry stuff or CAD/CAM stuff that went for $12K back then, and 'Soldier of Fortune' / 'Loompanics' catalog book scans of "how to make drugs and bombs and poisons or tap phones etc. etc. etc." files that they traded you for a few dollars, or a new trackpad. Oddly enough, Mac software was just as abundant as PC software back then, before I became a Usenet junkie. But to this day, IRQ chat groups exist and are hyper-populated by all manner of torrent site members (and wannabee members) etc. All open to others, as in non-encrypted. PGP signatures used to be the norm. For a time there were IRQ groups that used to announce the latest "zero day" FTP site, which meant they had found some photo company or any other dummy company that allowed customers to upload files to their site, so for that night, all the pirate cracker types would upload entire hard drives of files, randomly arranged. Games were not the norm, either. Technical software and business stuff, with a (for me) CAD/CAM update or two.

Bit Torrent replaced all that, after Kaaza peer-to-peer was polluted with fake files which nobody could tag as fake or being trojans.

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It's amazing to see weasely apologists make the disconnect between their "Bushitler" mantras and a simple report that Saudi Arabia (which nationalized the oil industry) has a death penalty for converting from religion M to religion C or J or H or B etc.

Common Law exists. Goes way way back. The US Declaration of Independence and preamble of the Constitution are one form of it. Something about universal human rights (which over time has come to include women, non-whites, and renters).

People latch onto one item of Bush policy: some weird treaty with Cuba to have a prison there. I will likely vote Obama. What did he say about the Irag war? It's a done deal. Lets go KILL bad buys the only place they still hang out besides Syria: the Pakistani/Afghani border.

This blog is full of Scientology protests? WHERE ARE THE PROTESTS IN FRONT OF MOSQUES? "Denounce Sharia Law NOW!!!" type of thing.

Now it *is* a fact the Jewish women were quite in support of having us men circumcised and not eating pork. Well, circumcised men have 50% the rate of herpes or HIV than others, and back the old days, pork, pigs being *so* similar to humans in their immune system, disease and plaque was thus avoided. Cows in India were worth more for their huge renewable supplies of milk than was the cow meat (also unfiltered of bacteria like mammalian milk tend to be), so cows were sacred. But male circumcision is a rather bloodless affair, usually using a sterilized metal clamp and a very sharp knife, then just a band-aide wrap for a day. But female circumcision uses, oddly enough, no sharp knives, then is followed by clamps or stitches that make the vagina close up very tightly, so that a husband must again use a knife (or can opener) to consume a marriage. A large % of girls die of infection when their female family members drag them off and throw their genitals into the sand.

Amnesty International?

Feminists?

The silence is deafening.

She'd make a great cult inductee. Just screaming out to be given a purpose based on a cult of personality that would remove her from the sadly abusive schoolyard situation she is obviously in. The problem I see though is this mixed message of what I take to be slang for "have sex with me now" and "I have teeth down there, along with flesh eating bacteria." Send her some Scientology links.

I love fat chicks with big tits, asses to manhandle too, just as sex gets boring. But I don't like bad fat tired goth jailbait girls who wont eat home–made beef jerky, pounded with a hammer then cut into strips, seasame seeds and pepper and a bit of 25 year balsamic.

I'm still figuring this out. Bad obesity means you are tired a lot. I figured that out. Fill her with Vitamin C and good calories. But like most men, I don't want to reform a girl, I want to embrace one who already eats bacon and eggs, in ininhibited and unapologetic manner.

Comment I make amounts to Manifestos, but actually I do not care for health or wealth, or revolutions, just good media, media that makes me smarter and thus (hopefully) sexier.

When the idiot experts become debased postuering prumpted up priests, though, I feel wrath, for 'tis my life they are trying to fatten up for he kill as I BoingBoing, boom-boom, woo-tang, wooh-tang, stay wit' her, make her purr.

We have much to learn from Italy.

These are quotes from the age of Voltaire:

"Sunlight is the best disinfectant."

"Call it the first global sceanster/websurfer protest."
(illegal printing press pamphleteer protest).

"How can a protest motivated by boredom and misguided hatred accomplish anything?"

The French Revolution is no longer in your textbook, or the candidacy of Obama? Boredom is the MOST effective catalyst for benign change. Do you want war with China instead? See, we fight little wars (Korea, Vietnam, Afganistan, Guatamala, etc.)

It's called a proxy war. I call it the soft spot of an alligator, attacked when the have just fattened themselves up, just like a Doctor Who episode, when they steal the nuclear geode.

This WUSSY PUSSINESS ABOUT ATTACKING UFO IDIOTS does not become you, young america. I am 42. If you are 24, kill the whore, lest your only other option will be drafted force feeding to you, which is called war.

Making fun of people is unfair or ineffective? Download Charlie Chaplin's 'The Great Dictator'.

Compost the easy weeds first, and do not call spooks and sneaks mere temporality misguided souls. Let's first kill the gurus. Now, lest they suddenly take over the media, and thus our minds.

All I want to know is how the Eskimos do it? Do you know what "catgut" it? It's what guitar-like musical instruments used to use for strings. It's sausage (animal intestine) with no ground hoof and snout stuffing, twisted and stretched to form perfect lacing cord.

That wax coated stuff was traditionally made of super strong (semi-crystalline) nylon in which individual fibers were very tiny.

In a bind? Just ask any jail guard. The strongest suicide noose or wall climbing rope isn't a few tied together bedsheets. It's dental floss.

Dental floss is wonderful for sewing leather, and can be colored to match with a Sharpie after-wards (even better if you use unwaxed floss). Just use a long nose pliers to force it through (since leather is tougher than the skin on your thumb). In a bind, use a Dremel tool or big needle to pre-cut stitching holes in the leather. Tandy Leather even sells an S&M looking roller for making a line of indented stitch location marks. For thin leather, thread the needle once. For cowhide, use thread it several times to get a good thickness of cord. Finally, since the knots or doubled up stitch ends with another drugstore wonder: Super Glue!

Kevlar thread is becoming easier to find (McMaster.com, for instance) and also works like floss, and accepts super glue better than nylon (thread or floss). McMaster also sells an adhesion promoter for nylon though.

As an aside to this digression, a comment about NASA. Time was, engineering types just sort of *knew* this stuff, as a rule of thumb. But then busybodies got jobs there, and started making life hell for the workers. Granted, if you don't account for every screw in the building, one might float around in zero gravity and zap your satellite circuitry, but that's why you shake the thing to listen for loose screws. Oh, wait, that's not in the manual of what torque to put screw number #1099XB which was made by million dollar lathe for that specific hole. O.K., so the MANUAL says #1099XB was placed into the hole at 10:22AM using checked-out screwdriver #342XB. Then they use metric to program the landing computer, while the guys who build the thruster use English, so $300 screw #1099XB is now broken in two, half a mile underground, far far away.

One problem. The law. Once these shrink to the size of your thumb in 5 years, based on piezoelectric flapping instead of super-magnet motors, and they add a stereoscopic remote control camera, they become, with slight modification, flying poison arrow bullets, with no metal parts to detect (silicon and graphite fiber is non-magnetic as are new batteries based on carbon chemistry) and no radar signature. It would take a huge police state to track every encrypted control signal that these flying syringes would require, then an even greater police state, once they can be programmed to follow the smell of a specific person's DNA, in his sweat. What do you inject? A bacteria or virus. Which one? I wont tell. Eh, why not? Drug-resistant HIV. Where do you get that? Advertise $100 per patient on Craig's List for your fake study of HIV victims, drawing blood samples and making them fill out a mock form on a clipboard. The study will tell you which patients are not responding to HIV drugs. How to keep the HIV viable? That's in lab technique textbooks at the public college medical library. It's all fun until someone puts his eye out and suddenly small flying objects are banned as consumer goods with curiously strong penalties for even possessing them.

I live in NYC. Housing prices are too high here for me to move. I managed to stick around in student housing for a great price (1/3 of a few blocks away), without much security as to whether it will last a second or third decade (with no rent increase except $60?!).

Shall I move to Mars, where there's no wind and the rent would be out of this world indeed?

But right next to me is a very large ocean. And though it sounds cool to live on it's mucky bottom, I wonder why a city has not been floated upon it? Oh, that's called Staten Island, whose most famous feature is a Landfill.

The question though, about space? Why? It was exciting, due to the age-old mystery of it, even romance of it, like a natural addition to future history akin to colonization of the New World. But in fact, now, to me, it sounds about as fun as colonizing the Sahara Desert, leaving out the water but also taking away the air, and adding massive radioactivity storms every time the sun farts a flare or three, or one person catches an airborne disease, I get to breath it in too! Yeah, that's utopia.

The ONLY attraction would be if a new type of CULTURE would be created to make up for the physical sterility of the living quarters in which one bout of crop blight starves us all of oxygen.

Can I take LSD without going to jail for a hundred years? Can I have two wives? Can I travel back to the 60s, which I missed the first time around? Or will human nature kick in, and a small town effect take over, all gossipy and nitpicking? And talk about 9/11 squared possibilities! If you hate the few orgy colonies as symbols of Western progress, why just buy a non-warhead missile and send up a bucket of bolts in an opposite orbit, moving at ten thousand miles an hour.

What sucks is the speed of light, which over the last century has indicated to us that the only places to live besides Earth are like parking your RV on the ridge of an radioactive volcano. Do you know what desert dust smells like? Mossy and fresh. Do you know what moon dust smells like? An ashtray, and it sticks to you like static cling cat hair.

It's somewhat akin, also, to the music industry. The profit model is flawed, so all we really get is hotels for millionaires and a few new cliches for Hollywood's movies? What new element do I suddenly get from a stupid asteroid? What diseases have been miraculously cured after 30 years of space station experiments of confused fruit flies? One. Gravity Sickness. The cure? Don't live on Mars.

What's the statistic? 99% of humanity lives on 10% of Earth's surface? Why don't we "terraform" Antarctica with huge geodesic dome gardens, pristine underwater hotels, huge swaths of oxygen bathed real estates, and cheap airfare to South America resort towns or backpacking country?

I live in NYC. Housing prices are too high here for me to move. I managed to stick around in student housing for a great price (1/3 of a few blocks away), without much security as to whether it will last a second or third decade (with no rent increase except $60?!).

Shall I move to Mars, where there's no wind and the rent would be out of this world indeed?

But right next to me is a very large ocean. And though it sounds cool to live on it's mucky bottom, I wonder why a city has not been floated upon it? Oh, that's called Staten Island, whose most famous feature is a Landfill.

The question though, about space? Why? It was exciting, due to the age-old mystery of it, even romance of it, like a natural addition to future history akin to colonization of the New World. But in fact, now, to me, it sounds about as fun as colonizing the Sahara Desert, leaving out the water but also taking away the air, and adding massive radioactivity storms every time the sun farts a flare or three, or one person catches an airborne disease, I get to breath it in too! Yeah, that's utopia.

The ONLY attraction would be if a new type of CULTURE would be created to make up for the physical sterility of the living quarters in which one bout of crop blight starves us all of oxygen.

Can I take LSD without going to jail for a hundred years? Can I have two wives? Can I travel back to the 60s, which I missed the first time around? Or will human nature kick in, and a small town effect take over, all gossipy and nitpicking? And talk about 9/11 squared possibilities! If you hate the few orgy colonies as symbols of Western progress, why just buy a non-warhead missile and send up a bucket of bolts in an opposite orbit, moving at ten thousand miles an hour.

What sucks is the speed of light, which over the last century has indicated to us that the only places to live besides Earth are like parking your RV on the ridge of an radioactive volcano. Do you know what desert dust smells like? Mossy and fresh. Do you know what moon dust smells like? An ashtray, and it sticks to you like static cling cat hair.

It's somewhat akin, also, to the music industry. The profit model is flawed, so all we really get is hotels for millionaires and a few new cliches for Hollywood's movies? What new element do I suddenly get from a stupid asteroid? What diseases have been miraculously cured after 30 years of space station experiments of confused fruit flies? One. Gravity Sickness. The cure? Don't live on Mars.

In NYC, the RENTAL brokers, not to mention sales brokers (you usually buy stock in the corporation of the building = "coop" and the busybody residents on the board of directors get to strip search you after checking your high school detention records etc. and then need give you *no* reason why you were rejected...such as for being a lawyer who might know his rights?...then charge you MORE than what the rent on your place would be for "maintenance fees" each month)...THEY HOARD THEIR LISTING INFORMATION ON NON-PUBLICIZED INTERNAL COMPUTER NETWORKS, shared between brokerage firms for normal (half million dollar) close-sized spaces, but coveted by single firms for the multi-million dollar stuff that usually sells to rich foreigners or their kids.

And of course, first they show you rat poop filled apartments #1-3 before you get to see any real ones, by which time they hold "open houses" so to create panic buying frenzy as you stand around whispering to your mate so the twenty other couples there can't hear you.

Alas, if only human females had six breasts, like cats, and like that angel sculpture I saw jutting out from a mossy hillside in Rome. Were I god, I'd design each pair to develop at different times, so the latest pair were always gravity defying, and could help support the ones above them it from such a sad fate too. I guess women reading this would wish us men were born with more than zero brain, rather than that they had six instead of two cleavages to show off. Too bad for them though, us men invented the Internet and the computer and the air conditioner and skyscrapers and reinforced cement and writing and beer. In most animals though, breasts are a huge turn off to males. Doesn't matter to us pimps though. We just order three of our "assistants" to join us on the waterbed. The sadness of it all though, is that after twenty foursomes, boredom sets in so we have to add piles of cocaine to the mix and eventually we just burn out and go back to Italy, alone, looking for a wife in a land where breasts (despite the Vatican being down the road) are not fetishized into little boy's brains from the day they start watching TV.

Conflict of interest alert. Cory of BoingBoing is a science fiction writer. L. Ron Hubbard was a science fiction writer. Both of their science fiction books are on the same shelf at chain bookstores.

"Writing for a penny a word is ridiculous. If a man really wants to make a million dollars, the best way would be to start his own religion." - L. Ron Hubbard, 1949

Too bad this wont work for Christianity. Or will it? Pastafarianism was a fairly good mockery of old-time "big creator in the sky" religion.

Did people know that most creation myths involve really odd things, quite stranger than the relative clarity of Genesis? Inevitably some turtle or other mythical animal dives below the ocean to scoop up some mud and sculpts a few people out of it, and so on. It's as if all religions have a common "flood" myth, probably meaning that ancient oral history carried old news of what was a real flood (tsunami) in Africa, where modern humans first developed.

But Scientology is about UFOs and weird energy units they measure with simple resistance junk science instruments which they CHARGE thousands of dollars for. If that's not a CULT, what is?

"Was trying to draw attention to the Bush Administration’s delay in issuing a final Endangered Species Act listing for the polar bear due to global warming."

But polar bear populations are INCREASING not decreasing, and Global Warming is socialist-motivated politicized junk science, so what is Greenpeace really trying to achieve?

Since the article doesn't say WHY the bear was arrested one must assume it was for something which was ILLEGAL such as launching a boat in a park pond(?!), meaning done to get a picture and media attention, in other words it was a manufactured publicity stunt, so to raise more money for Greenpeace.

How inconvenient that this year the polar ice caps have just shown RECORD RECOVERY versus recent fluctuations, most of which seem to have been due to VOLCANOES warming up the water up there:
http://www.thedailygreen.com/environmental-news/latest/arctic-sea-ice-47121205

The fact that loss of global sea ice is in fact happenening at all is a LIE:
http://arctic.atmos.uiuc.edu/cryosphere/IMAGES/global.daily.ice.area.withtrend.jpg

This is all humorous except that Greenpeace wants millions of people to die by creating world poverty, by banning the gas that plants breath and that us animals and our cars exhale in abundance.

Then there's the fact that forest cover in the USA and rainforests is linearly rising by 10% biomass each decade, and has been doing so since 1940, exactly coinciding with the recorded boom in CO2 output due to man, and this is a linear effect, whereas any global warming by CO2 levels off logarithmically, so another doubling causes much less than another doubling in greenhouse effect, which given that CO2 is a very very weak greenhouse gas (vs. water vapor or methane) makes it unlikely to cause much actual warming at all anyway.

When is this crap going to end? Look at the damn charts.
South Pole (getting COLDER):
http://www.john-daly.com/stations/amundsen.gif
North Greenland:
http://www.john-daly.com/stations/grnland.gif
Lots of stations in cities show rising trends since cities give off heat.

Last but not least: global temperature and sunspot activity have been directly measurable since the 1600s era invention of good thermometers and the ability to count sunspots, and temperature correlates with sun activity, but not CO2 in the modern age:
http://www.justgofaster.com/Portals/0/images/articles/rants/climatechangechart.gif

CO2 does correlate with ice core temperatures over many millennia, but it LAGS temperature by 800 years (the time it takes for the oceans to warm up and thus release more CO2).

Yes, the Earth is warming. Things like that happen after Ice Ages have ended.

This is just a test case for Hillary's "It takes a Village" (instead of a family, to raise children) so when you get your assigned baby to take care of it, like you must take care of the Care Cameras in upper four corners of your box shaped "village" apartment. See, the baby we created for you, is YOUR baby, for a few years, until it can walk to Kinder Garden, in which we will nourish its mind with Good Ideas until she (boys never existed except as a myth) is ready for College Assignment.

Christianity: The Dinosaurs didn't exist, don't exist, and certainly didn't fit on Noah's Ark. Oh, and by the way, you SUCK for being born, as in suck so badly that if you don't coweringly repent for being alive, you will be tortured with red-hot knives, for, uh...ever. And don't eat psychedelic fruits, er I mean red ones that grow on dung, or I mean that's what your ancient grandfather did when his underage girlfriend suggested it, but he's dead now, along with his brother that he murdered, so you gotta pay up now, to the church and pope and priests (who are mentioned not exactly in the Bible as appointed leaders of men, but be have our own unprinted scripture in secret code that the translators and printing press guy's can't seem to offer but one or two copies of, max, so we have to keep it in the lockbox). And though our Vatican resolutions are on indefinite hold the last one we let slip out being in 1996 about "Catholics may believe in evolution." Believe that, since the resolution of a hundred years earlier said the Pope's word was the word of god (infallible), but that was when pope's were pope's and had many wives and many soldiers to back their words up. Oh, and you'll also be tortured too if you worship other gods, or no god, like 85% of the rest of world does, but there are no other gods left, since Zeus and his friends died with the Sack of Rome.

She lets girls read in deserts.

This is what would academically be known as "metahumor" as in a joke about a joke or art about Art. It is what I would call meta-metahumor though, since the original Pastafarian religion was itself a humorous (and yet actually logically serious critique of how bizarre Christianity's creation myths are to this day). I wonder if there's a word for how the only really good comics don't just tell a single joke but how a good routine combines joke upon joke to pull the rug out from under your logic more than once so you have nothing to stand on at all? In my continuing quest to pick up girls (who claim "funny" guys are what they want...but it's actually guys who make fun OF them, i.e. tease them into a child-like state so the guy seems like a sexy, carefree, non-abusive father-figure) I once Amazoned a pile of books written by comics about how to be funny. And they were the *most* depressing books I'd ever read! Why? Because a good comedy routine amounts to a Rube Goldberg array of interlinked bits of tragedy and ruin in the comic's life.

Why do rock stars get laid like, uh, rock stars, cut comics have no such reputation? Because they are not leading females in their audience into all five or six major human emotions, and so are not really acting dominant, like even a DJ at a nightclub can manipulate emotional states all around the spectrum by the music he merely chooses. A comic only makes fun of himself in a one-dimensional way. In other words, only top comics, who get a lot of attention get laid a lot. Your typical comic equivalent of a "garage band" neither makes any money, nor has nubile young girls pulling their shirts up to get a backstage pass. Hell, there doesn't even exist a backstage at most comedy clubs.

Now if this is all a Scientology publicity scam, then it would be meta–meta-metahumor.

We are the Roman Empire. Obama, our next emperor, has already converted from Islam to Christianity, and will reveal himself as the earthly voice of Socialist Scientology (and that Pastafarianism was created by Scientology to further undermine Christianity) in his re-election bid at the end of the Mayan Calendar, in 2012.

"I propose a simple test for any perpetual motion machine especially this one, its called the box test. You simple put this machine in a perfectly isolated box like a safe, and let it run while monitoring it with a camera..."

But the camera will break the quantum division between universes, the one that this magic trick works upon, namely, it sucks energy from another universe, just like a quantum computer, in theory, is so fast because it uses an infinite number of parallel universes to create an infinitely powerful parallel computer that can then factor primes and break kiddie porn and drug dealer encrypted hard drives.

Actually, without a LOAD on the motor, with the same amps and volts, and an OLD world single phase (vs. speed-determined triple phase) motor that uses brushes might just be, uh, expected to speed up when you use a bigger magnet, just like the science project motor you made out of paper clips in grade school?! Move magnet close. Motor fast. Move magnet far. Motor fast. Dad built it for you, but you still got the Blue Ribbon for knowing the word "electromagnetic" in 3rd grade.

There obesity epidemic that centers around middle America began in the 1980s when the Federal government declared war on fatty foods, so the entire Food Industry switched to refined carbohydrates instead of eggs, meat, sausage, cheese, etc. Guess what? Refined carbohydrates make you fat. It was all based on Dr. Evil (Ancil Keys at the UofMN who convinced everybody in science and medicine and government that FAT and CHOLESTEROL caused heart attacks). Guess what? They don't. Refined carbohydrates, especially Sugar and High Fructose Corn Syrup, both of which contain 50% fructose, which the liver converts directly to fat instead, while the sucrose (the other 50%) raises insulin to the point that our fat cells start storing as much fat as possible. Sugar is in fact addicting, too, so it can be hard to stop eating junk food that is chock full of it. A whole bag of chips, or a whole bag of popped corn at a movie is 1100 calories, the equivalent calories in 15 slices of cheese. Which can you imagine eating to fullness during a two hour movie? But the cheese will not used as fuel and not make you fat, whereas the popcorn will. The old myth that "a calorie is a calorie is a calorie" turns out to be just that, a myth, as in UTTERLY MISTAKEN.

The science is in on all of this, but does the fact that the largest donor for Harvard's Nutrition Center building was General Foods (makers of Tang and sugar cereals)? Or that the Sugar Industry pays for most current pamphlet campaigns as well as research on nutrition?

This is all spelled out in 'Good Calories/Bad Calories' of 2007, which is not a light read, but more like a 500 page degree in the history of nutrition science (which turns out to have been very bad science indeed!!!) which was in bed with both the American Heart Assoc., the Government (food pyramid says eat pasta and white bread in huge amounts!), The American Diabetes Assoc., and the American Medical Association.

Do doctors want a perfectly healthy population? Remember when they tried to ban Vitamin C?

The science vindicates the Atkin's diet, not just as a diet, but as a normal diet, but after over a $ billion in massive studies, it has not been studied by good science. This sounds like ranting conspiracy theory. It is, for that's what it was. A conspiracy of East Coast "science" and government to support the sugar industry who had more money than the traditional farming industry, by far. We have been lied to. It is hunger and hormones caused by the TYPE of calories we eat that determine "Metabolic Syndrome X" (which eventually leads to obesity, diabetes, heart attacks and even cancer and Alzheimer's).

Basically, what is new in our world since days of old is one thing: REFINED CARBOHYDRATES that cause the body of any omnivore mammal like humans to get fat really fast and which also prevents us from losing fat when we exercise, because only refined carbohydrates raise insulin levels so high that it makes fat cells suck up dietary fat, carbs, and protein and NEVER LET IT GO. After you exercise, you get hungry, so you eat a "low fat" diet, full of carbohydrates, so again your insulin goes up and you start getting fatter.

If you REDUCE PORTION SIZE? Your body's metabolism and physical urge to be active rapidly go into starvation mode, especially if you are eating a "low fat" (= high carb) diet, and once you stop the diet you have primed your body to binge, explaining the fact that DIETS MAKE MOST PEOPLE FATTER, long term, not to mention creating stretch marks and unfirm breasts and nipple definition as the skin is repeatedly sketched and loosened. You can diet for a few weeks or months, but can you live the rest of your life hungry?

Did you know that a nice juicy steak contains mainly olive oil as it's main fat, literally, as in oleic acid, and that most of it's "saturated" fat is stearic acid (what candles are made of) which our body converts to oleic acid as well. This means red meat is very heart healthy since it raises LDL ("good cholesterol").

What is not known very well is the effects of alcohol quantity and how alcohol effects obesity (since it is not burned as a fuel as much as processes as a toxin in the liver, and though it shuts down fat burning, it also reduces the insulin spikes caused by carbs).

Obesity in genetically healthy people is mostly a hormonally regulated phenomena, not a disorder of the mind or even of the brain. The *types* of food you eat, not the amount, have the lion's share of effect on whether to put on excess weight or not. Blame the food not the will of the person, for a strong will in sticking to a calorie-restricted diet wrecks havoc with that person's endocrine (hormonal) system that a year later, leaves them even fatter, after leaving them food obsessed and very lethargic for a season.

Eggs, meat, cheese, dairy (but not sugared yoghurt or ice cream), whole grains in moderation, green vegetables, avocados, some alcohol (but not sangria or other sugar-filled drinks), bacon (!), some sausage (may contain scary junk though), small amounts of unsweetened tomatoes or tomato sauces, or anything else that doesn't cause insulin to store fat in fat cells and then make us hungrier much sooner than traditional foods do.

Bad foods that fat people eat at restaurants: low fat diet foods that make you fat, or fatty foods COMBINED WITH INSULIN SPIKING REFINED CARBOHYDRATES AND NUTRITIONLESS POTATOES. Fats without such hormonally unnatural carbohydrates are not fattening because the body, if for a second or two you can suspend disbelief, is a highly self-regulating system with regards to temperature, sleep-cycles, sex drive, emergency readiness, and body weight.

There is a lot more information. I was trained in hard science chemistry and biochemistry, not in the soft politically connected science of nutrition, so I've had to pour through books on such topics, and there is are huge divides between the hard science of metabolism and hormonal pathways, chronic disease ("diseases of civilization"), and the anecdotal sciences of clinical practice (your doctor), the dogmatic-pseudo-science of nutrition, and finally, most interestingly the non-sciences of diet and fitness practices.

Take a look at http://www.johnstonefitness.com for instance, for real before/after pictures.

There is some possibility that RESISTANCE training, the type that makes your muscles really hurt later, and/or HIIT ("high intensity interval training") are forms of non-aerobic exercise that really do burn fat. The problem with normal aerobic exercise doesn't burn many calories (a 45 minute jog around Central Park is 7 miles and burns about as many calories as a single can of Classic Coke) and then makes you reach for the low-fat (fattening and hunger producing) carbohydrate snacks that your doctor and the government LIE to you are both healthy and non-fattening.

- Nik (PhD etc. in Organic Chemistry and nanotechnology from Columbia/Harvard)

Time to name names. WHICH specific government PEOPLE are failing to CELEBRATE instead of DEVASTATE this folk art sculpture?

Does anybody wonder why building castles is illegal in Britain? Rich blue blood trust fund Baby Boomers (old money) doesn't want their property values to go down, since most, instead of the old school method in which property equaled income via agriculture and livestock raising, now means expensive hotels (castle weddings!!!).

Notice the bad design too. Too many windows. Probably just like gothic Rockefeller Church on 122nd and Broadway in NYC, this thing has a welded STEEL structure to support it.

Dude's big mistake? Getting caught. Should have tunneled instead. But like Manhattan, most of England is bedrock, so that would make a lot of noise and dust, and a big pile of little stones.

I kid you not that a revolution against government may soon happen in the USA and UK, as in militias assassinating Eurocrat bureaucrats and taxmen. If they tear this down, next they will come for BoingBoing for daring to link to music mash ups and torrent files of the IT Crowd.

This is one real reason why not a whole heck of a lot of Science Nobel Prizes go to Muslims. Uh, they KILL their smart kids, and refuse even literacy to women under Sharia law.

From my random notes: Between 20 to 50% of marriages in the Middle East are between cousins, whereas fewer than 1% of the marriages of members of the European genetic clustering are between cousins. Studies show that cousin marriages cost IQ points. The Pakistani community accounted for 30 per cent of all births with recessive disorders, despite representing 3.4 per cent of the birth rate nationwide.... "They must look outside the family for husbands and wives for their young people." It is estimated that more than 55 per cent of British Pakistanis are married to first cousins, resulting in an increasing rate of genetic defects and high rates of infant mortality."

In-breeding is politically correct to label Southern Republican "white trash" as practicing, but where are the FEMINISTS or Amnesty International or the UN etc. when you need them? I'll tell you where: appointing exactly these same countries to lead Human Rights commissions.

What if Christianity was running rampant in the Middle East, with a wave of witch burning (or stoning women for teaching their daughters to read, or sentencing the same daughter to death for having been gang raped).

This is exactly analogous to modern womanizing theory for dorky men who must rely on their own outward energy to attract girls instead of be born so lucky as to have the right body/mind to have girls throw themselves at them (starting at the forevermore confidence–boosting age of 14).