Toiling in Obscurity: Sprayin’ The Blues Away
How to rise above a life of back office obscurity By Elena Bonsignori I don’t get to sign my work or discuss it with Oprah. Every single fat … Read more
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Not a Crime Scene, Just My Rec Room
Last week a couple of men were walking a dog in the Swedish woods on their way to a fishing competition when they happened upon an abandoned bunker from the Second World War. When they explored inside they found a bed, several c…
The Strawberry Milkshake Lake
The picture above was taken at Lake Retba in Senegal. The lake gets its vivid pink color from cyanobacteria that are present because of the high salt content-50% higher than in the Dead Sea.
Like the Dead Sea, it is very easy …
Craps Again!
The town of Webster, Texas found itself in the unusual position of having an exact tie in their runoff City Council election. The two candidates for the council seat, Diana Newland and Edward Lapeyre, each receive…
Belt-Fed Badminton
Russian police have a new “non-lethal weapon” for crowd control at protests. Tear gas and pepper spray sometimes are lethal and tasers kill at an alarming rate here in the states. Water cannons would kill by the hundreds in the Russian winter…i…
Great Invention Caused by Coffee Jones
Consider the web-cam. Hard as it may be to believe, it was invented for a purpose other than allowing drunks to share close-ups of their genitalia with casual acquaintances. I know, it’s hard to believe, but it is true no…
The Blood Light
The Blood Lamp is a teaching tool about understanding our carbon footprint. To activate it one must break off the top, crush a tablet to powder, dissolve it in the liquid in the bulb, then add a drop of blood. A chemical reaction…
Cyber Ghosts and Dresser Drawers
There was a story I read long ago. I think it was by Ray Bradbury. It is certainly in his style. In the future all fiction has been banned and burned. The ghosts of Poe and Lovecraft and all the others live on in a haunted mansion …
The Last Glass of Dandelion Wine: Ray Bradbury Dies
My first encounter with Ray Bradbury happened before I had read any of his stories. I remember I was seated in the auditorium at my grammar school. They showed us a 16mm film of a man with thick glasses wearing a sweater who talked…
Not Harvey Dent…
…Just a man who spent 28 years driving a truck.
During all of that time the sun’s rays shone on the left side of his face through the glass.
From The New England Journal of Medicine, via tywkiwdbi
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