Now that I'm a Neil Gaiman fan, I need a resource like Godchecker just to keep up with all of his pan-cultural references. New and improved, Godchecker now includes the gods of Oceana, Mesopotamia, and a brand new pantheon of "Chinese gods that will knock your…
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I devoured mythology when I was a young'un. I remember being shocked when Marvel began publishing the adventures of the mighty Thor in Journey Into Mystery #82, since the Thor I knew from Norse myths was kind of a dim lout—smart aleck that I was, I identified more with Loki, completely missing how malevolent the trickster god was.
Okay, now that we've sent the March issue off to become beautiful and real, it's time to move on to the April issue.
"Do we have to?" JA asks.
"Sure, why not?" we reply.
April, of course, means [Shh! Don't say it!] "Recommended Components" [Oh, damn, he said it!].
I sigh. That's right: "Recommended Components," the issue people love to love and love to hate and hate to love and and and. For you, it may be a guide or a resource; for me, it's something much different. For me, it's a mission. A mountain to climb, a wall to knock down, a song to compose, a story to…
Believe it or not, I once had a cow-orker say to me, "You know this kind of stuff, where can I rent or buy a human skeleton?" She was right, upon reflection I did know. When we called, the shop asked, "Does it have to be real or will a teaching replica suffice? They're a lot cheaper."
Boing-Boing's Cory Doctorow links today to a Spring St. store that goes one further, it sells reproductions of the fossil remains of early hominids in both teaching quality and museum quality. Want to contemplate Lucy in your own home? How about gazing deep into the eye-sockets of that old fraud, the Piltdown…
This is definitely an example of what Alan in Victoria dubs "hard-hitting fluff." Fun though.
Love him or hate him, Kurt Vonnegut gives good rant.
I've found him pretty much unreadable since Slaughterhouse Five, but I'll always love him for Cat's Cradle and Mother Night.
Money quote: "If you want to really hurt your parents, and you don't have the nerve to be gay, the least you can do is go into the arts."
Boy Scout constructs his own nuclear reactor. Surprisingly, when the adults figured out that it was almost workable, they got all prissy.
An old story that raises some interesting questions, including, "Aren't you supposed to have an adult advisor when you go for a merit badge?" More importantly, why didn't Jack Baugher shot this guy in the thigh?
Is there anything better than having written? Well, perhaps not having to write at all, but do people who have never itched know how exquisite a good scratch can be?
Elizabeth and I went out to Quiznos for lunch today. They make those toasted sandwiches, you know.
We learned that it takes more people to make a sandwich than it does to make a magazine — one person to slice the bread and squeeze out the salty dressing; one person to add the floppy meats and cheeses, and stick it through an oven [That guy deserves a raise!]; one person to collect it from the oven and add the browning lettuce; one person to wrap all that goodness up; and one person to stick it in a bag and take your money.
I wonder what kind of budget an operation like that…
I accomplished a ton today, but not nearly all that I wanted. That's alright, though; I'll get more done tomorrow.
But, this was another one of those days when it was absolutely impossible for me to overlook my good fortune. I received constant reminders of the fact that I work with totally awesome people — people who are not only brilliant, but kind and beautiful.
Check this out. Today alone:
John Marks invited me over to his place for the weekend to listen to a $100,000 system before he crates it back up. "Best sound I've had here yet," he tells me. Unfortunately…